Tony stood beside the window and looked out at the fast lightening sky. It would be dawn soon, a new day. He sighed gently before looking around him. The hospital room was silent now, it had been in such chaos earlier, it was nice to be able to breathe. He took a seat in the hospital provided chair, his back protesting wildly. Suffice to say, he wasn't sat long. He went back to pacing; alternating from watching the sky travel through its menagerie of colours, to watching the quiet corridor through the glass panel in the door, to finally coming to stop at the side of the bed. He smiled gently as Ziva slept on, seemingly unaware off his restlessness. He almost wanted to wake her, just so he had someone to talk with, but after the day she'd had, it was entirely too mean. He leant across the edge of the bed and pressed a gently kiss to the temple before tucking a wayward curl behind her ear. She murmured in her sleep, shifting towards him slightly before settling again. He smiled to himself, he'd never seen her so deeply asleep before. Not that he blamed her in the slightest. If he'd been through that, he'd be comatosed for the next monthnot just asleep. He chuckled lightly.

After one more lap around the room he settled for standing by the window once more. The sky was truly light by now, the sun just peaking over the horizon. He turned to watch Ziva sleep. He noticed, not for the first time, just how peaceful she looked while asleep. She seemed to loose about twenty years as well. He felt drawn to her bed again. He stood the other side this time, facing her. She was smiling in her sleep. She must have been in so much pain, even now, and exhausted beyond words, but she still managed to smile. It was her gorgeous, infectious smile, the one he loved ever so much. He had an urge to kiss it straight off her face, but knew she wouldn't thank him for it, plus it would wake her up, which brought him back to his earlier conclusion that it was still just far too mean. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers instead, revelling in how soft her skin was. She sighed contentedly, still not yet waking, and she unconsciously moved further into the touch. He smiled at that. He took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to her cheek, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. A sudden faint whimpering drew his attention from her. He was quick to walk around her bed and scoop the infant up before she could start crying.

"Hey, Sweetheart, what's all that about huh?" He asked her gently, bouncing her delicately in his arms. "Mama's sleeping Angel; we don't wanna wake her do we?" The baby opened her big, deep chocolate eyes and stared up at him. He smiled. "They are. No tears huh?" He carefully took her over to the window. "Look. It rained all last night Honey, and this morning it was all misty, but look. There's a rainbow, can you see it?" He carefully angled her so she could look out of the window. She instantly covered her face with her arms. "Oh, sorry Baby, was that a bit bright for you hmm? Well, it's beautiful, just like you." He paused and took a moment to look over at the hospital bed, where Ziva lay sleeping before whispering in the baby's ear. "Just like your mama, but don't tell her I said that. She'll never believe it." He smiled gently at the newborn as she drifted between wakefulness and dreamland. "You can sleep, if you want, it's been a tough day for you too. You must be all tuckered out." He traced her features with a feather-light touch. "You are so perfect, so precious; I cannot believe that you weren't ever here." He tilted his head to the side as he took her in completely. "How did we all ever live without you huh?" The rustling of sheets made Tony turn, but Ziva didn't wake, she just moved into a more comfortable position and slept on. "Your mama's fidgety tonight isn't she?" He heard a gently baby snore come from the now clearly sleeping infant and allowed a chuckled to rumble from his chest. "Like mother like daughter." He smiled. "She's not usually this fidgety, she usually just sleeps. I guess she's still hurting. I hear having a baby's no fun." He knew if Ziva had been awake, a snort and an eye roll from her would have been in his future. As it were, she simply sighed again, tucking one hand under her pillow and fitting the other around her still slightly raised stomach. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face once more.

He hummed softly, more to himself than the baby, old half forgotten lullabies from his own baby and childhood. His deep voice settled the baby as it reverberated through his chest. He slowly swung his torso from the hips in a shallow semi circle, not overly aware he was even doing it, as he hummed, quite content watching the sunrise and humming to the newborn if it meant Ziva could get a few more hours sleep. He'd gladly sacrifice his entire night in a heartbeat if it meant she could wake up at a reasonable hour, later that morning or even early afternoon, and not be in pain any more. Or at least a lot less pain than she had been in just a few hours before.

He looked down at the tiny miracle in his arms just as her eyes opened half way again. "Sorry Honey, did I stop humming?" He chuckled gently. "I perhaps shouldn't make this a habit though huh? I'm not always gonna be the one waking up with you in the night. If I'm the only one who'll settle you we could be in for a rough time." He yawned before turning back to the bed as Ziva moved once again. "Mama won't be too happy if you cry for me when she tries either. Make me a promise little one okay?" Her chocolate eyes stared up at him; he took that as her paying attention. "Be good for your mommy okay? Don't cry too much, and realise that even if she's wrong sometimes, she's trying very hard with you. Don't make her feel bad because she's not right one hundred percent of the time, okay?" He pressed his finger into her palm and waited for her tiny fingers to wrap around it before shaking it up and down. "Deal. Good girl." He smiled widely at himself.

He slowly started walking again, enjoying the gentle weight of her in his arms too much to put her back just yet. "You know, the whole team is just dying to meet you. Abby, the really hyper one with the pigtails and drawings on her skin, she can't wait to cuddle you. She'll spoil you the most I reckon. Ducky, the English guy with the smiling face and warm heart, he'll be the best at bedtime stories. Tim, he's the geeky one who will always be known as Mc something. He'll be the best for homework, although mama will be the best one to go to for anything language related. Umm, Jimmy, hmm, Jimmy's the gangly one with glasses and curly hair, he'll be a good one to play with I think, he seems like he'd be good with kids. Gibbs, oh Gibbs, I reckon he'll just do anything to see you smile. Anything you want, he'll build for you and if he can't build it he'll find a way for you to have it. He'll just want a happy granddaughter, nothing more and nothing less. And he's already so proud of you little one. You've got the best family, if a little dysfunctional, ever created, and they all love you so much my Darling." He was back at the window, the sun now settled just above the horizon. He took a deep breath of the fresh air filtering in from the slightly open window before his attention was snagged by Ziva's movements. She was never this unsettled. He indulgently wondered if it was because this was the first night she'd spent alone in bed in a two years. That could well be it. But she was probably still sore, and after getting used to having a baby moving around in your stomach for nine months and then suddenly being without it couldn't make for an easy night's sleep either. But she hadn't woken up yet, and he hoped she could stay that way for as long as possible.

He went back to humming, very little else he could do. Sure, he could go see Gibbs, who was camped out in his car, ready to be there if Ziva needed him, but he'd probably, hopefully, be asleep by now and waking him was almost as cruel as waking Ziva. Or he could phone Abby, who was no doubt still awake, buzzing with excitement for when ten would roll around so she could come and meet her niece, but he wouldn't risk it, especially if she was sleeping at Tim's, he didn't want to wake him. So he settled for humming to his daughter as she drifted, only stopping to yawn once in a while. Ziva would chastise him for not sleeping, he knew she would. But something in him didn't want to relinquish his hold on the tiny person in his arms, the thing that cemented him and Ziva together far more permanently than any ring ever could.

Sun was now streaming through the window, eliminating the tiny pink bundle in such a way that it looked as if her caramel skin was glowing, not that it would surprise him in the slightest, aren't angel's supposed to have halos? He breathed in that perfect baby smell and was momentarily dazed by the whole situation. In less than two years he'd gone from single playboy to married father and in less than eight hours, they had gone from pregnant, married couple to a family. It was mind boggling how much things had changed, would change.

Ziva murmured in her sleep, breaking him out of his reverie. He waited for a moment to see if she'd settle on her own, when she murmured again, slightly more desperately, it became clear she wouldn't. Tony lovingly placed the infant back into her bassinette and went over to the bed. He stroked her hair with his palm gently, trying to sooth whatever was stopping her peacefully dreaming.

"Sarah?" Ziva called out gently, worry coating each syllable. Tony was quick to comfort her.

"It's okay Angel, Sarah's just fine, she's sleeping, like you should be." She grumbled gently, incoherently which made Tony laugh. He kissed the tip of her nose. "You want me to get into bed with you?" She nodded, still half asleep, and shuffled back to make room. Tony quickly took off his shoes and slipped into her bed beside her, enveloping her in a warm secure embrace. She snuggled closer into his chest and sighed deeply. "Better?" She nodded against him, already falling back into her deep sleep. "I love you Ziva."

"Mhmm." She hummed in agreement before they both slipped into sleep in each other's arms, exactly where they should be.