The first signs of light began to creepy in through the cracks between the blinds, filling the bedroom with a dim, blueish hue. Tony cracked his eye open as he glanced at the clock, groaning at the numbers that were displayed. It was way too early on his day off. Rolling over, he grumbled something about holidays under his breath, trying to get comfortable again. It lasted only a moment before a huff of a sigh escaped his lips and he opened his eyes again.

He stared at the sleeping form beside him. The lighting allowed for him to see the outline of the curves of her body, including the frizzed out mess of her hair that had escaped from the braid. He smiled a little, going to brush his fingers over her shoulder. It was his first mistake

Her hand shot up quickly, grabbing his wrist, and making him yelp slightly in surprise. Ziva finally rolled over, blinking at him with tired eyes, and finally giving a grumbled, "Oh. It is just you." She let go of him, letting her hand fall back near her head, and almost went immediately back to snoring.

"I wouldn't bother. I reckon we've only got about five more minutes of sleep left tops," he whispered into her ear. He rubbed his wrist, giving a dramatic (and unneeded) whimper. "That really hurt, you know." It was a lie. She hadn't hurt him at all. She seemed to understand that as all she did was chuckle.

It was slowly getting brighter. He could hear birds starting to chirp and he glanced at the clock again. It was probably less than five minutes. Ziva seemed reluctant to except the inevitable and she was already burying her face into the pillow, trying hard to ignore the light, and to catch a few remaining moments of complete rest. Tony pulled his body against her, feeling her breath against him, and smiling softly.

His hand found hers and he slowly twirled the diamond ring until it was facing the right direction again.

"You really need to get that fitted."

He was rewarded another chuckle.

"Wanna count down with me?"

She shook her head, whining into the bed. "I want to sleep," she muttered. "Let me sleep, Tony."

"Five..."

"I do not like you."

"Four..."

"I really do not like you."

He could hear noises in the hall and grinned softly. "Three."

"Why did I ever agree to be your wife?" she rolled over onto her back, glaring at him sleepily.

"Two, and..." He pointed to the door as it burst open, the sound of high pitched giggles filling the room as a small bundle of energy practically launched herself onto the bed, crawling over them and grabbing onto Tony's shoulders. He groaned as it shook him with far too much energy.

"Up! Up! Up! It's Christmas!"

Ziva let out a moan of discontent, grabbing onto the little girl and pulling her down so she was struggling in her arms. She looked back over at her shoulder, glaring at Tony once more. "And you wondered why I wanted to raise her strictly Jewish."

He couldn't help but laugh.