Ok, so I'm hoping to start a multi-chapter thing with a series of unrelated, independent Tiva drabbles. I'll probably update sporadically, whenever something pops into my head. Hope you like this!


She closed the front door with a soft click of the lock, taking note of the silence of the house. She had left the two of them alone three hours ago; it was the first time she had been separated from her daughter since her birth. Tony had surprised her the prior week with a spa package, but she hadn't been able to pull herself away from her little girl. Tony all but pushed her out the door, telling her she needed to take a break and treat herself, and she had left with reluctance, pausing against the doorframe.

"We'll be fine," he reassured her, their daughter making gurgling noises while tucked against his arms, feet dangling and swinging wildly, an adorable toothless grin spread across her face.

"You will call if anything goes wrong, yes?" she asked with worry etched across her brow.

"Yes, Ziva. Everything's gonna be great though. We're just gonna have some daddy-daughter bonding time," he again tried to comfort while taking a step forward to meet her, knowing she needed to place one last kiss to their little girl's head.

Ziva gave him a loving smile before bending down to ghost her lips across their daughters faint curls. She then rose on her toes and placed a kiss to Tony's cheek before finally stepping out and closing the front door.

While the spa had been a much needed time of relaxation, she could never be truly at ease without her daughter by her side, and after the massage and pedicure, she was ready to be home.

"Tony?" she called softly into the family room. No response. Panic began to spread through her as she began a search of the house, taking a loop through the empty kitchen and dining room and proceeding down the hall toward their bedroom. The door was left cracked, and she gently pushed it inward, a smile creeping across her face.

Sprawled across their unmade sheets were her husband and daughter, fast asleep. Their baby's round belly was left exposed and pressed against Tony's torso as she slept tucked into his arms in nothing but a diaper, her tiny hands rolled into fists. Tony's chest gently rose and fell with each breath, and the peacefulness of slumber was spread across his features.

Ziva moved toward the bed and lowered herself beside him. The gentle shift of the mattress caused tony to stir from his sleep, slowly turning his head to the side and opening his groggy eyes.

"You're home," he remarked in a whisper, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth while he felt her hand slide down his arm to intertwine their fingers.

"Did you two have fun?" she questioned, giving his hand a light squeeze.

"You bet. I think she's already got me wrapped around that tiny finger of hers," he added with a quiet chuckle. "I thought it was about time to begin her education of American cinema classics."

Ziva let out a soft laugh. "Of course you did. And what movie did you choose to begin this feat?"

"Well I figured you can't go wrong with the Disney classics. We had a nice little chat during Cinderella. Had her promise to not settle for anyone less than Prince Charming."

Ziva nuzzled her head into the crook of Tony's neck, "That makes me happy."

Tony could feel her smile across his skin, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of lavender from her hair.

"I am glad I found my Prince Charming."


A bit of a corny ending, but I couldn't resist! Let me know if you would be interested in me continuing with this stuff! Gotta love some good Tiva fluff.