Hey guys, I was just bored the other day and decided to start writing this. It is just a series of linked short stories and I suppose in my mind it is kind of taking place after season 7 but I don't know what will happen in the finale and in season 8 so it doesn't really count that stuff. Mostly the story is just AU though. Please read, review, and enjoy! I'll be posting another chapter fairly soon.
~NZA
Ziva opened her eyes and glanced down as she sensed a presence nearby. She found a pair of bright green eyes staring up at her intently. "Good morning," she whispered, pulling her two-year-old son up onto the bed with her. On her other side, Tony was still asleep, snoring lightly.
"How did you get out of your crib, Shai?" Ziva sighed. "I suppose it is time to get you a normal bed, hmm?"
"Yeah," Tony said, waking up with a yawn. "He inherited your ninja genes. Of course the kid can leap crib railings in a single bound."
Ziva chuckled in response and the toddler in her arms giggled at his parents' interaction.
"Ima! Daddy! I made you bweakfast!" a small, excited voice announced from the doorway. Tony and Ziva looked up and smiled at their other son. The boy was like a mini Ziva in every way except for his smile. Four-year-old Caleb had a DiNozzo grin on his face, chocolate brown eyes sparkling as he carefully carried a tray over to Tony's side of the bed.
"I made toast," he pointed to the two slices of nearly-burnt bread with huge lumps of butter on each. "And I bwought you oranges and bananas and milk too!" The little boy smiled, very proud of himself. The bananas were a bit bruised, probably from being dropped, and the milk was contained in dinosaur sippy cups but Tony and Ziva ate it all anyway, Ziva sharing pieces of the fruit with Shai.
When they had finished, Tony leaned back against the headboard of the bed and Caleb, now lying between him and Ziva, did the same. "Mmm! That was a great breakfast, buddy, thanks."
"Yes baby, great job," agreed Ziva. "Are you hungry, my love? Would you like some pancakes or cereal?"
"Yeah, pancakes! With peanut butter! Please?"
Tony sat up straight. "Ooh, sounds good to me. I could go for some pancakes, sweetcheeks."
"Dad," Shai said and he crawled over Ziva and placed himself on his father's lap. "No." The two-year-old smacked Tony's shirtless hairy chest with his tiny hand.
"Ow!" Tony cried. "What was that for, you wild little ninja?"
"You be nice. Say please," the toddler crossed his arms over his small chest, still sitting cross-legged on Tony's lap. At this, Ziva laughed and the boys giggled along with her but Tony just stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.
"Okay, fine," he eventually relented after the laughter had ceased. "I could go for some pancakes PLEASE, sweetcheeks..."
Ziva chuckled once more before getting out of bed. She picked the empty breakfast tray and dishes up off the nightstand. "Alright, alright. I will make pancakes. In the meantime," she said, looking back at her husband as she walked out the door, "you can change Shai's diaper."
Tony just groaned before lifting the toddler up and hoisting him into his arms.