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Gibbs dealing with the morning sickness

A/N: this is gonna be a little tough for me to write since I've never been pregnant, and don't plan on becoming pregnant any time soon, but that's what the Internet is for. Also, Mae is based sorta off me, and I'm big into crafting (hemp keychains/jewelry, friendship bracelets, knitting, stuff like that) so any mention of craft stuff is based on me.

It was hell. Seriously. Throwing up all the time, nausea, insomnia and lower back pain from work stress... And I was only a month into the pregnancy.

I got to the Navy Yard around 9, which was when Jethro had me go in, he would drive me. He woke me up at 7:45 every morning, which gave me enough time to run to the bathroom to throw up if I needed to, clean myself up, and have a light breakfast. Which he started making when we found out I was pregnant. It surprised me that he was taking the time to do that for me, since he was usually out the door and at the coffee shop getting something for both of us before I was up.

This one particular morning, though, I felt fine waking up. Curled up in blankets on the couch, I bolted up at the normal feeling. It worried Jethro.

He dropped the wooden spoon he was holding, and rushed over to me. "Mae, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I actually feel ok. I mean aside from being really tired, and my back hurting, but I feel ok."

"Don't push it. I don't need you sick in the car," he warned, going back into the kitchen for my daily ginger tea. It always helped with the stomach issues.

There was something different about Jethro since finding out we were pregnant. Something more... Protective. A few months into our relationship, he said he trusted me enough to tell me about what happened to Shannon and Kelly, his first wife and their daughter. They had been killed by a Mexican drug dealer while he was deployed during Operation Desert Storm.  He had gotten his revenge.

I knew he would do everything in his power to protect me and the child growing in my stomach. The team had noticed it, too. Ziva came up to me the other day and mentioned it.

*flashback*

"What's up with Gibbs?" She asked one day. It was the two of us alone in the bullpen, and she had walked over to my desk while I was updating a BOLO.

I sighed. "I wasn't going to say anything until later on, but-"

"Mae, if you mention it-"

"Jethro, the team has a right to know. They've all noticed how shitty I've been feeling, and I'm sure they have some questions," I shot back.

The Marine signed. He always reminded me- once a Marine, always a Marine. He came over and pulled me into a hug as tight as he dared with how my stomach was.

"You can tell them," he whispered in my ear before pulling away.

With one of his arms around my shoulders, and one of mine around his middle, I turned to the three confused agents staring at us.

Sighing again, I said confidently, "I'm pregnant. Jethro is the father."

"That's why you've been so protective of Mae lately! Making her stay here when we go out for anything dangerous," McGee said, finally putting it all together. Ziva and Tony nodded in agreement. We all had a little laugh over it.

*present time*

"I want you to spend the day with Abby in the lab today," he mentioned, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm? Why?" I questioned.

"Do I need a reason? You get antsy if you sit in the bullpen too long in front of the computer. You have some of your craft stuff with her, too."

I laughed a little. He was going paranoid trying to protect me. "Fornell is gonna be there today, isn't he? You don't want him flirting with me."

"Mae, you're pregnant with my child, and you're my fiancée. I love you," he said, getting up, putting his hands on my cheek and planting a kiss on my lips.

"I love you, Special Agent Gibbs. I love you so much," I laughed.