An explanation...
Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine...
"Good morning sunshine!"
It was 6:30 am when Anthony Dinozzo let the morning sun into Tobin's room. Tobin lay curled up under his blanket clutching his favorite handkerchief tightly. His eyes were still tightly closed and his features relaxed. Tony approached the bed of the sleeping kid carefully. He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and stroke the child's face softly.
"Hey midget wake up. Breakfast's ready," he uttered softly in Tobin's ear. He stirred slightly but his eyes remained closed. Only his once relaxed features dissolved into one's of slight discomfort. Tony continued to stroke Tobin's face. Eventually he leaned down and planted a kiss on Tobin's head. Now gently ruffling through the short hair and finally lifting the blanket from his body. Tobin started to moan and grunt to show that he didn't like what his father was doing. While shoving the blanket from the bed Tony leaned down to connect his forehead with Tobin's and they stayed like this for a while. Tony remaining in this position pulled the kid up into a sitting position and took Tobin's hands in his. Tobin started to trace the lines of Tony's hands then the fingers. Then he squeezed Tony's fingers between his and started to throw his open hands in Tony's. By doing so Tobin relaxed and took his forehead away from his father's. Then he reached out for his handkerchief which he held between index and middle finger and sometimes touched it with his other hand. He also blew at it to make it move. And all along he made sounds indicating that he was feeling comfortable. Tony let him proceed while he picked out some clothes to wear.
" Come on midget. Get out of bed," Tony said patiently. Tobin remained where he was and totally ignoring his dad's order.
"Andiamo! Alzisi! Bambino!" Tony said playfully. Tobin seeming oblivious to his father's orders on the outside started to smile. He perfectly understood what Tony wanted but he seemed to weigh the pros and cons. Sometimes Tony had a feeling that Tobin was making a game of getting up or following orders. Either he wins or he loses. When he wins he's happy to be left alone and when he loses he accepts it with his typical "out-of-touch-with-reality" smile.
"Andiamo avanti bambino!" Tony said now slowly losing patience with his stubborn son. As Tony started to pull him out of bed Tobin started to scream, as usually. He began to push his father away but Tony didn't let go. Then Tobin began to lash out at his father and screamed like he was being slaughtered. He landed a good punch to his father's stomach and a well aimed kick at his right knee. Tony inhaled sharply and squeezed his eyes tightly shut because of the pain firing through his body.
" Hey!" he shouted. "Stop it now Tobbs! Don't hit me damn it! Just get up"
Tobin continued screaming and lashing out at Tony. Tony let go of him and kneeled down in front of hid upset son defeated.
"Hey midget," he said in a soothing voice. "It's ok. Calm down. It's okay. Just get up buddy. Shhh...shhhh." Again Tobin took his father's offered hands and hit his hand on Tony's. Then he bit in his wrist made loud sounds while he made his father hit his hand on Tobin's. After a while Tobin started to relax and touched Tony's nose with his finger. That was a sign for peace. Again Tony got up and tried:" Come on get up midget. We gonna make a huge breakfast ok? You hungry?"
A small nod showed that Tobin was ready to coorporate. Finally Tobin was standing in the bathroom being helped to get dressed. He was sitting on a chair while Tony put his feet into his pants.
"So pull up your pants! Here take this and pull. Pull, pull pull. I know you can kiddo. Come on."he said cheering his son up.
Tobin didn't react at all and started to protest with deafening screaming. He also bit his wrist again. So he was left in the bathroom and Tony went to make breakfast.
Eventually at 7.30 they were both seated at the kitchen table and eating.
While Tony cleared away the remnants of their breakfast Tobin was rocking back and forth and uttering sounds. When they finally got into the car and arrived at school Tony was already 37 minutes late for work as always when he had to bring Tobin to school which was a longer distance away from DC . He entered the bullpen at 8.45, one our and forty five minutes late to a grumpy Gibbs.
A/N: I'm neither italien nor english. I used an online translator for some words and I'm not sure if I used all the preps right.
