Title: Theirs
Fandom: NCIS
Author: alidiabin
Words: 300
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings/Spoilers/Rating: none | G
Pairings: Tony/Ziva
Summary: He was theirs and their son would be loved. Congratualations Ophelias_heart.

Theirs

She wakes up to a quiet room. The light is streaming in through the window. There are balloons and flowers littering the room. Congratulating them, well her mostly she did the hard work. She carried the child for all those months; she had to give birth to him, but Tony still tried to take the credit.

Neither Tony nor their son is in the cold sterile hospital room. She started to freak out. She ran through all the possibilities in her head; had something happened to little Noah, had Tony run off or was it all a dream. Would she wake up back in the Somali hellhole? She moved around, ignoring the pain that followed every movement and prepared to get up. She had to find them.

The door opened a nurse entered with Tony behind her. Tony was holding a crying Noah.

"Somebody wants his mommy," the nurse declared as she helped Ziva sit back down.

"Where did you go?" she asked as she took her son back into her arms.

"He was fussing and you needed your sleep, "Tony started, "So I thought I'd go and show him off to the nurses."

"You're going to have a whole heap of trouble on your hands, when he grows up." The nurse declared. Tony smiled and Ziva laughed.

"Like father like son," Tony responded. Ziva rolled her eyes.

"Well he looks like his mother," the nurse interjected, "So maybe he won't be so bad."

Ziva looked down at her son, he looked like both of them. Ziva nose was sitting above Tony's mouth. He had Tony's fair hair but Ziva's dark eyes. He was theirs. Whatever the next years brought, joy or misery. He was their son and he would be loved cherished and adored.

He was theirs. Their son.