Started With a Kiss
Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Summary: "If we do not kiss, then we are not married..." And so, nearly thirty years ago, they sealed their fates with a kiss, all in a game of house. A game that quickly became real life. And now, with thirty years of marriage- half of which neither knew about- linking them together, they have the difficult task of juggling careers, parenthood and a stable marriage. The balance shouldn't be too hard to find, right? McGiva. Sequel to my first ever story, Game of Love. Enjoy.- Licia
Washington, D.C.,
Georgetown,
2015
The first day of the first week of the new year started off quiet.
"Boker Tov, baby." His green eyes fluttered open, and he stretched, feeling his joints pop and shift beneath his skin. She watched him, propped on her elbow, long dark hair tangled down her back and over her shoulders.
"What time is it?" She shrugged.
"Little after three. It is still dark out."
He glanced towards the window and then back to her. Her gaze was locked on the little girl curled into her side, braids a mess, stuffed purple elephant held tight in her grasp. The bottom of her purple pajama top were bunched up, revealing a small strip of tan back, and she was snorting softly in her sleep. He chuckled softly, before glancing down at the little girl that lay sprawled out on his chest. Nara nuzzled into his chest, her small arms around his chest, dark curls a tangled mass that would take some work getting out. And Yoni-
Tim chuckled. Their middle child seemed to think beds were for sleeping horizontally, not vertically, because once again, the girl was stretched out, her upper half resting on her father- and baby sister- and her lower half was down by Ziva; her feet pressed hard against her older sister's back. He really didn't see how the girl could sleep that way- it made him wince just looking at her- but she seemed to be happy, so they let her be. The four-year-old shifted in her sleep, stretching, pushing against her sister, sending the older girl further into Ziva.
The Israeli laughed softly. "It is not hard to believe that she used to do that when she grew within my womb. Not hard to believe at all." She brushed her fingers through her oldest's messy hair, sliding an arm around the little girl and holding her close. She pressed a kiss to the dark head, before meeting her husband's eyes. Without a word, Ziva pushed herself up, still holding tight to Shirah, and leaned over all three of her daughters, catching his mouth in a soft kiss. "I love you."
"Love you, too, baby." He kissed her again-
"Eww."
"Yucky."
The pair pulled apart, to see their two oldest daughters watching them. Tim sighed, reaching up and brushing his fingers through Nara's hair as the girl slowly lifted her head, yawning. Ziva laughed softly, pressing a kiss to her oldest daughter's curls. "Boker Tov, katans." The girls mumbled the greeting as their mother sat up, shifting Shirah into her lap. She then reached over for Nara, who curled against her father.
"No!"
Tim chuckled; that seemed to be the baby's favorite word these days. He slid his hands up her back, catching her gently under the arms and lifting up, handing her to Ziva. The little girl hung onto her father's neck, before being forced to give it up. Slowly, Tim sat up, groaning softly. He loved his girls, he really did, but he couldn't spend the rest of his life waking up with them sprawled over him like they were prone to do. A moment passed as he quickly checked the time on his phone; with the holiday, they had the next couple days off- not that that would stop Gibbs from calling them in for some case.
However, his stalling only gave his girls time to crawl towards him- Yoni threw her arms around his neck from behind, now fully awake. "Yonah Siรขn!"
Tim chuckled. "It's okay, Ziva." He reached up, taking his daughter's hands and adjusting her hold. The little girl leaned against her father for several minutes before pulling away and climbing into his lap.
"Ma zeh, Abba?" Tim glanced back at his oldest daughter, who was staring at her father's shoulder. Ziva followed Shirah's gaze, before realizing what she was looking at.
"Your tattoo." He nodded, shifting to face his girls, adjusting his hold on Yoni. The little girl peeked around him, searching for the design on her father's back, before she finally climbed back onto the bed. The four-year-old let out a squeal of delight when she saw what was on her father's shoulder. She clapped her hands, turning to her mother.
"Me!" Tim and Ziva chuckled; they had explained to each of the girls what their names meant- especially when Shirah asked what hers had meant. And while Shirah had been content to know that her name meant 'poetry' or 'singing', every time Yonah saw a bird- regardless of it being a dove or a blue jay- she was rush after it, associating herself with the fowl.
A moment passed before Tim finally got out of bed, stretching. Ziva let her gaze move over her husband, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Exactly like those chippendales- muscles and all.
Tim raised an eyebrow as her gaze came to rest just below his waist; the green plaid pajama bottoms keeping object of her desire hidden. Her dark gaze darted back to his, and she smiled, as he leaned down, catching her mouth in a soft kiss. "I'm gonna go take a shower." She nodded, wanting to join him, but knowing the girls wouldn't let her- because as soon as the bathroom door closed, Yoni and Nara climbed into their mother's lap, knocking her back into the pillows. As she relaxed, the girls settling around her, Ziva let her eyes close. Soft giggling soon forced them open, however, and she found Yoni and Shirah lying on either side of her, with Nara having curled up on her chest. As she wrapped her arms around her girls, Ziva told herself that there was no place she'd rather be at the moment.