Ziva woke up to the sound of silence. This was a rare thing considering that she now had a new born int he house. Sam was 6 days old and so perfect. He had a little blue eyes like his father and his hair was dark brown and started to curl at the edges. He always looked so cute in his little close with his matching hat and socks. He was small also. His little hands could just barley wrap around Ziva's pinky. She got up and walked over to the small room attached to her bedroom. As she went close to the crib, she saw that Sam was no longer in the crib. She had expected this when she woke up alone, her husband not beside her. Ziva walked out of the nursery and then she went towards the kitchen, searching for her husband and baby. Once in the kitchen, she saw an half empty bottle and the microwave door open. Ziva sighed and cleaned up the kitchen. Ziva went into the living room and found her husband and her son, lying on the couch, asleep.
Tony lay on his back in a sweatshirt and boxers with Sam on his chest. Tony's arms were securely wrapped around Sam to make sure he didn't fall. Tony's hair was messy and he had a wet stain on his shirt where Sam was drooling on him.
Ziva smiled and leaned against the door. She soaked in the sight of the two boys. Tony had been trying to help her as much as he could since Sam was born. He would take a lot of the night shifts and he would do things without having to be asked. Ziva had been very great full. She walked over to the couch and gently took Sam off Tony's chest. She kissed the baby's head and then brought him to his crib. She laid him down and put his cute little giraffe blanket around him. She ran her finger over his cheek and then rubbed his stomach a little. He had his baby fat and had a cute little belly bulge.
Ziva shut the door quietly and then went back to the living room to get Tony.
"Babe," She whispered, kneeling down in front of him. She ran her hands through his hair.
Tony slowly opened his eyes and met Ziva's. He smiled a little then looked down at his chest and frowned.
"Where is Sam?" He asked in an almost inaudible tone.
"The nursery." Ziva said. She placed a kiss on Tony's head. "I didn't hear you get up this time."
Tony smiled and sat up slowly. He shook his head, forcing his hair to form its natural form. He rubbed his face with his hands and smiled. "Ya, you were exhausted. I tried not to wake you up."
"You succeeded." Ziva said standing up and holding her hand out for him to grab. "Come on, lets get some sleep in our bed. This couch is not that comfortable."
Tony nodded and took her hand. He stood up and followed her to their bed. Ziva laid down and Tony followed after her. Ziva turned to face him and placed her head on his chest. She smiled and felt him wrap his arms around her waist.
"G'night." She whispered.
"Night, my love." Tony whispered against her forehead. He placed a gentle kiss there and closed his eyes.
For a moment all was silent, until the sound of a laughing baby came through the monitor.
Both sighed, and Ziva lifted her head up to look at Tony.
"I'll get him." She smiled lightly.
"No," Tony said getting up quicker. "I got him."
Ziva smiled and put her head back down on the pillow. Tony walked out into the nursery and over tot he crib. He saw Sam, still lying down, looking up at the rotating animals that hung over his crib.
"Hey, Sammy Poo, you need to go sleepy now." Tony whispered to Sammy.
Sam looked up at his father with big blue eyes and giggled. He raised his little arm and shook it towards his father, his little fits of laughter filling the air.
Tony couldn't help but smile. He picked Sam up and bounced him on his hip and started to talk to him, right where he left off before he fell asleep earlier that night.
"So, as I was saying, big guy, you have to stop playing with Abby's pigtails. I know you think it is funny, and you giggle when you do it, but, we cannot make that a habit. You have the DiNozzo blood so I am sure being a womanizer just comes natural, but I think you should tone it down a bit, and maybe go for someone your own age. Alright buddy?" Tony smiled walking around the room, swaying Sam back and forth. "And this nonsense about the getting up at all hours of the night, well, we have to work on that my friend. You see, mommy and I, we need our sleep and you just love interrupting us. As soon as we are comfortable and almost asleep, you love just giggling your little heart out and waking us up."
Ziva smiled. She could hear Tony's conversation with Sam over the baby monitor.
"How about we have a deal, you stay asleep for most hours of the night, and when you get older, I'll sneak you some Krispy Kreams when mommy isn't looking. How about that? Sounds like a pretty cool idea to me!" Tony smiled. He watched as Sam's eyes began to droop and close and they stayed closed longer now. "How about we got back to sleep in our crib. I think it is so cool to sleep in a crib. You have got your own little area just for you. You have got the little blanket that Abby bought you and then the crib was made by your grandpa Gibbs and just, you got yourself a whole family who loves you and loves giving you free stuff. You know that your mommy loves you so much. I mean, she gave birth to you. When she first saw you, she almost cried, ALMOST. Don't tell her, but I did cry. I saw you and couldn't believe the miracle that was there. I know that we are not blood related and that your real Daddy didn't stay here because he was chicken, but I promise that I will never leave you. I love you, like you were my own. You are my sweet little baby boy and I will always be your Daddy. No matter what age, even when your 16 and you think I am always wrong."
Tony placed the now sleeping Sam back in the crib and kissed his forehead. He tip toed out and shut the door. He then walked over to the bed and climbed in, eager to get some rested his head on the pillow and wrapped his arms around Ziva pulling her close, and trying not to wake her up in the process.
"You are his Dad, Tony." Ziva said, her eyes still closed.
"You heard that." Tony whispered.
Ziva opened her eyes and nodded. "Tony, as far as I am concerned, you are his father. Ray, Ray refused to have anything to do with me and you stepped up and did the right thing. You are an excellent father and I am so grateful that you are willing to do this for me, us."
"Ziva, I am not doing this because I feel it is right. I want this. I want this family. I want you and Sam and anything else that comes with that, all the baggage that comes with you." Tony smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too." Ziva smiled. She leaned up and placed a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips. "You cried, when Sammy was born?" She asked looking up at him.
Tony nodded his head. "Ya, I know, not that manly but, ya I did."
Ziva laughed. "Tony, that is the sweetest thing ever. Do not think that because you cried you are any less of a man. It shows your sensitive side, and I love that side of you. It is what makes me smile when I wake up int he morning and when I fall asleep at night."
"I love you," Tony said not letting her say anything else before he attached his lips to hers and refused to let go until it was necessary to breath.
"I love you too." Ziva whispered against his lips before kissing him again.