Another one! :D I figured that since the Chinese New Year is on the 23rd, I won't have time to post after this, so I'm posting this at 4AM, haha. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Tony and Ziva make a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for their daughter.
Disclaimer: I didn't invent jam, either :( it's really sad. I haven't invented anything yet.
Spoilers: None.
This fic uses an original character from one of my other fics, How Far We've Come; there are slight spoilers to that fic, but nothing serious or interesting, LOL. You don't need to have read that fic beforehand.
Enjoy; please review!
-Soph
Peanut Butter and Jelly
"Let me do it," Tony says, making a grab for the butter knife. Ziva swings it out of his grasp.
"Why?" she asks, an exasperated smile on her lips.
"You're doing it wrong: it has to be one on each side of the bread; not split into half and half!"
"But that would be too much!"
"That's the fun part about peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches," Tony groans. "You gorge on them, not hold back for the sake of health. You wouldn't get the peanut-butter-and-jelly feel then."
Ziva laughs. "What feel is that? It is just food!"
"Haven't you ever felt like you're holding a piece of heaven in your hands?" He closes his eyes and imagines the sandwich before him. "That smell, wafting toward you; making your mouth water. You know it'll be good. And then you take a bite, and it's better than you thought. Now that'sa peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich."
He opens his eyes and finds Ziva staring at him, eyebrows raised. "Too much?" he asks. She nods. "Yeah. But still, I mean, if you spread it half and half, the peanut butter and jelly won't mix. That's an outrage! It needs to mix."
Ziva sighs and hands him the knife. "Fine, you do it."
Shooting her a puppy-eyed grin, he proceeds to spread liberal amounts of peanut butter and jelly onto the two slices of bread. She watches him in silence, alternating between disapproving looks at the sandwich and adoring looks at him (which he suspects she doesn't know she's doing).
"There." He puts down the butter knife and puts the two slices of bread together in satisfaction. "See? This is a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich."
"Mmhmm." She rolls her eyes. "Lila!"
The little girl runs in, her dark brown curls flying all over the place. Her eyes brighten as they fall upon the sandwich. "My sandwich is ready!"
He beams and hands her the plate. "Enjoy, little princess."
"Thank you Daddy!" The four-and-a-half-year-old clumsily curtseys and trips her way out with the plate, laughter bubbling out of her throat.
"No crumbs, Lila!" Ziva yells after her, laughing. She turns back to find Tony grinning at her. "What?"
Toy shakes his head and presses a kiss to his startled wife's lips. "You're so beautiful today."