Sorry (I know it's a rule against it, but, an explaintion is needed) I've been down in North Carolina, a place where there's no internet! So I just got back, but I had plenty time to write so enjoy!


How Many Is Too Much?

"Aw, come on mommy. Europe is an awesome name." Nat pleaded as they were walking to school the next morning.

Tony was not with them, that morning, even though it was his day off. He slept in against his will.

"Nat, we are not naming a baby Asia, Europe, America, Australia, or any other continent or country." Ziva explained.

"And why not?" Aimee asked.

"Because…" Ziva trailed off. "Because, we like our children to be in memory of someone."

"Why? Can't they just have their own, name? Nobody should be named after someone."

Ziva stopped and looked at her daughter, for a long time, and immediately Aimee took back her words.

"Just remember who you are named after." Ziva hissed as she continued to walk toward the school building. Nat, who was still clutching her hand tightly, looked back ever so often at his sister.

"Mom!" Aimee called. "Mom! You know I didn't mean it that way."

Ziva sighed and rubbed her forehead, "I am sorry, it is just…hormones, I guess." She muttered as she came to a stop.

"Well, since we're on this conversation." Nat spoke up. "Can we name a baby…Jack? I like Jack."

"Okay, I'll make the two of you a deal." Ziva said as they stopped in front of the school building.

"We're listening." Aimee said excitedly.

Ziva looked around, "I really shouldn't be doing this…but, if we have all four babies you can contribute a name. But we'll talk more about it after I'm eighteen weeks."

"Awesome!" Nat shouted.

"Cool." Aimee said.

"But you know…" Ziva asked.

Both children nodded, "Love you mommy." Nat said before he kissed her cheek and then took off to find some of his friends.

"Bye Mom." Aimee said as she hugged her mother tightly.

"I love you, you know that right?" Ziva asked.

Aimee nodded, "I love you too."

Ziva grinned, "Just don't grow up too fast."

Aimee nodded again, "Yes ma' am."

Ziva kissed her cheek before sending her daughter off onto the school playground, while the rest of the children waited to start school.

She was about to turn and head back home, but somebody tapped her shoulder.

Nat's teacher, Mrs. Cashingmore, smiled at her. Her big cheek bones smiling back at her.

"Mrs. DiNozzo," Mrs. Cashingmore said. "Um, Nat has been telling his classmates that you're having quadruplets."

Ziva nodded, "Yes."

"Um, don't you think that's a lot of children?"

Ziva shrugged, "My mother came from a family of fourteen, my father nine."

Mrs. Cashingmore nodded, "Well, alright…congratulations though."

Ziva nodded and thanked her before continuing on her way home.

It took her longer than usual; her lower half of her body was aching slightly today.

She thought about calling Tony and having him pick her up, but she figured she would need the exercise for the upcoming months.

Once she was inside her home, she took of her gym shoes and immediately climbed into bed next to her husband.

"Good Morning." Tony said as he wrapped his arms around her body.

"It is almost nine o'clock." Ziva stated.

"So?"

Ziva smirked, "It is hardly morning."

Tony grinned and pecked her on the lips, "Maybe in ninja time."

Ziva sighed and propped herself up, looking down at him, "Do you think we're doing the right thing?"

"What do you mean?" Tony asked.

"Having six children, with your job, and…well…."

Tony took a strand of Ziva's hair and twirled it in his finger, "Life ain't supposed to be easy…that's what my mom used to say."

"Okay, so what are we gonna do?"

Tony shrugged, "Take it day by day."

Ziva groaned with a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Tony asked.

"I'm just thinking what it'll be like with four toddlers running around."

Tony frowned, "Can we not talk about stuff like that until we actually get there."

Ziva licked her lips and ran a slim finger over her stomach, "We may not have four toddlers running around." She said quietly.

"We might only have one…" Tony murmured.

Ziva nodded, "I'm scared."

Tony nodded and pulled her into his arms, "I know…you were scared with Aimee, you were scared when Nat came, and now…"

"And now I am scared with Baby A, B, C, D."

"Wow! What a fabulous name palette, Mrs. DiNozzo." Tony said jokingly.

Ziva smiled at him, "We have some time to figure broader names, thank you very much."

"Yeah, like 19 weeks."

Ziva sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "Let's not think about it, I just want to go to sleep."

"Are you sure? You wanna sleep?"

Ziva rolled her eyes, "Your extra-curricular activities, have been put on hold."

"For how long?"

Ziva grinned, "Permanently."


There was a loud knock at their front door which awoke him from his slumber, though he wasn't the deep into his sleep, courtesy of Ziva's snoring.

He pulled on his boxers and a pair of shorts, shutting their bedroom door, and then running down the stairs.

He grinned as he opened the door, "Boss."

Gibbs smiled and hugged his Senior Field Agent, even after all these years.

"Ah, DiNozzo. I was hoping you'd be home." Gibbs said as Tony welcomed him in.

"Where else would I be? I have to be at work by 0900, I wanna sleep in for a day." Tony said.

Gibbs nodded, "Yeah, I figured."

Gibbs looked over the family portraits and baby photo's, before coming upon Aimee's wall of trophies.

He smiled at the sight, "She's turning into her mother."

Tony shook his head, "She was born like her mother."

Gibbs grinned, "That's true."

"Her competition is Saturday-."

"For the Nationals?"

Tony shook his head, "Something, like…regionals, I don't know, all I do is go. Ziva would be more helpful."

"Speaking of, Ziva." Gibbs said as he sat down at the kitchen bar.

"Yeah, what about her?" Tony said.

"So, Mr. Tony DiNozzo, the man who couldn't keep a date for longer than a week is gonna have six kids?" Gibbs gasped.

Tony chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, I would have never thought-I never thought I'd have six kids period. But never this close together either."

Gibbs laughed, "You can't really plan kids."

Tony nodded, "We could if we wanted."

"So, the kids know?"

Tony nodded, "Oh, yeah, they know. Nat already said he called dibs on the boy baby and that his name better be Transformer."

Gibbs chuckled, "That sounds like Nat."

"I swear to you boss, that kid has to have to Ziva's brain, he's super smart. He was doing Aimee's homework last night."

Gibbs shook his head as he nodded, "Well, you got some mix-matched kids. Maybe you should have him tested."

Tony nodded, "I'll talk to Ziva about, but she's a little hesitant, he's only four."

"He'll be five soon, did you forget his birthday?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "How could I forget? Scariest day of my life, but also one of the most beautiful."

Gibbs nodded, "A little Armani."

"And then Aimee wants to name a girl, Summer…"

Gibbs raised his eyebrows, "There's a but in there, somewhere."

"Well, yeah, every baby should have a butt."

Gibbs gave him his signature look and Tony sighed, "Well, you know, having multiples, especially four, is gonna be…difficult, and um, they might not all make it to the delivery."

Gibbs licked his lips, "And who exactly are you married to again?"

"Ziva?"

"Ziva who?"

Tony took a swallow before answering again, "David-DiNozzo?"

Gibbs nodded, "I thought so, trust me, you'll see every single one of those kids get their first tooth, and play around with them in the yard. Your wife's a fighter and she'll fight for them."

Tony smiled, "Thanks boss."

Gibbs nodded his head in thanks before leaning back in his chair, "Alright, now, you got any bourbon?"


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