Tony and Ziva

Much like mine and Nick’s house, Tony and Ziva had their house to themselves. Tony was still sleeping. Ziva on the other hand had been up since 4am keeping herself busy. By a quarter of ten, Tony started to stir. Ziva walked over to the door frame of their bedroom and rested against it. When Tony finally came to he saw Ziva leaning provocatively against the door frame with her hair falling everywhere, her button down silk pajama shirt unbutton which exposed her lace bra and underwear as well as her stomach. Now Tony was beyond happy to see her standing before him like she was, to him there was no better way to wake up in the morning. He was also happy that after Ziva had Hannah and Leah all those years ago that she was more than determine to lose all the weight she had gained so that she could have her flat stomach back. Both Tony and Ziva knew that Tony loved Ziva having a flat and fit stomach, hell the entire team and agency knew that.
“I think it’s time for you to get back into bed, Mrs. DiNozzo. Especially looking that good.”
“The one day that we have the house to ourselves and all you want to do is the one thing that made you a father of twins just so that your reputation stays intact. You are your father.” Ziva said.
Of course Tony picked up on her Freudian of the tongue slip and had to correct her.
“The saying is you are your father’s son, Zee-vah.” Tony said in the same fashion he had whenever he corrected her.
“Must you correct me every time I mis-speak? After all this time its starting to get old and annoying.” Ziva pleaded.
“Sorry, it’s a habit; Probie.”
“What did I say about calling me Probie, Tony?”
“Sorry Probie.”
“Pourquoi doit il corriger constamment et l'appel qui appellent quand il sait qu'il m'ennuie à aucune mesure. Il est un tel enfant.” Ziva said aloud, purposefully in French so that Tony wouldn’t understand what she had said.
The only downside to speaking various languages for Ziva was that two of them Tony understood fluently and he was picking up on the third after all the time she had spoke in Hebrew at the office. That only left her about a handful of languages she could speak in around him. The upside was if she had ever said anything about him in one of the languages he wasn’t fluent in when Hannah and Leah were around she knew that they would never tell him what she had said, it would remain between the DiNozzo women.
“You’re starting to mix your languages like you mixed your drinks the other night at the bar, hun.” Tony pointed out as if Ziva hadn’t known what she was doing.
“Thanks Tony, I know what I am doing.” Ziva said.
“You had to switch to French, didn’t you?”
“Had to, it was about you.” Ziva said.
Sometimes for Ziva, it felt as if she had three kids instead of two.
“Whatever happened to you speaking in Italian around me?” Tony asked.
“You would understand what I would say if I spoke in Italian; my love.”
“So what? I think by now I can tell when you are serious and when you are playing.”
“Dolore ne culo.” Ziva said.
“Love you too, Ziva.” Tony said with a smile.
Ziva then left the door frame to join Tony in their bed.
Even to this day Tony couldn’t believe how fortunate he had been when it came to him and Ziva being husband and wife. Let alone that she had chosen him out of all the men just within the DC area that she could have married let alone all the Israeli men she could have had so that she could have that perfect Israeli – Jewish family that Eli wanted her to have. Sometimes Tony thought that Ziva could have done better than him.
Just as Ziva came closer to him Tony saw how perfectly tanned his wife was.
“Come here my little Israeli beauty.”
“Israeli – American, emphasis on the American, hun.” Ziva said.
“Sorry.” Tony said as he began to kiss Ziva.
“You’re absolutely relentless about getting what you want.”
“After all this time together and you’re just realizing that now.” Tony said.
At this point both Tony and Ziva were under their bedding with Ziva on the top.
“If you want to do this I suggest you stop putting your foot in your mouth and let us do this.” Ziva said as she kissed Tony.
After Tony and Ziva had their rendezvous it was time for our daily video phone chat. Ziva had tried to make her hair look better than what it had, but there was no point to it.
“Well it looks like you and Tony enjoyed your empty house this morning.” I said.
“Looks like did more than enjoy their morning, sis.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about, guys.” Ziva said as she attempted to be modest.
“Ziva, Jen and I pregnant not blind. Besides we can all tell that you and Tony just had sex. You’re hair gave you away.”
“Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t.” Ziva said still trying to play coy.
“We’re all adults here, hell we’re all mothers here.” Kate said.
“Not quite all of us.” Abby said.
There was a silence between us for a moment; we were all completely stunned by Abby’s blunt response to what Kate had said. This was completely out of character for our lovable Goth. After minute or so Abby spoke to break the silence.
“Sorry Jenny. That was completely wrong of me to say that, it must be the sleep deprivation getting to me. I didn’t mean it.”
It was weird to hear the others call Jen, Jenny since we had for the most part adapted that moniker to JD and only occasionally called Jen; Jenny.
“Abs, it’s okay. I am at terms that at the moment I am just Kelly’s step-mom. Before long, I will have a son of my own who will call me mommy.” Jen said.
“So it’s a boy then?” I asked my sister.
“Yes; Jethro and I will be having a boy.”
We continued the conversation for a bit longer then we all got back to our respective lives. Tony and Ziva sat down to lunch with Pretty Woman on their blu-ray. At one point Ziva looked away from the movie to Tony. Once Tony met her face to face across the table everything meshed together around them.
“Forever and For Always.” Ziva said as she placed her left hand on Tony’s.
Tony then lifted their hands up and nodded.
“Forever and For Always.” Tony said as a tear slid down Ziva face.