A/N: I guess I can only watch 'What a Girl Wants' so many times before my muse strikes. Again I'm jumping ahead in the timeline.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd please clear the dance floor, the bride would like to share a special dance with her father." Those in attendance applauded as Meghan and her father stepped onto the floor. The lights dimmed as Mr. Parek spun his daughter into his arms and began to sway softly.
"Meghan looks pretty," Tali gushed. The five year old sat next to her mother shoveling spoonfuls of wedding cake into her mouth while trying to avoid getting it on her new dress. She was so happy to see her babysitter all dressed up, even if she didn't understand what all the fuss was about. All she knew was Meghan's dress was really pretty and there was plenty of cake here. She liked it here.
"Yes she does," Ziva agreed. She couldn't help but flash back to her own wedding nearly a year ago when Gibbs had spun her around the floor for her own father-daughter dance. Sure he wasn't her biological father, but Ziva had come to realize in her life that DNA wasn't everything. Eli had not even been invited to the wedding.
"You know she's never going to sleep tonight," Tony laughed as he watched his daughter consume amounts of sugar that would put Abby to shame. "She might not even sleep this week if this keeps up." Ziva laughed as she scooped up the last bit of cake off her daughter's plate and popped it into her own mouth.
"Hey!" Tali protested.
"You have had enough, Tatelah," Ziva said pushing the plate toward Tony who quickly grabbed it and tossed it in a nearby garbage can.
"That cake was really good!"
Tony laughed sharing a look with Ziva before turning his attention to the dance floor. He noticed that a few other father and daughter pairs had joined in on the dance. Climbing to his feet Tony bowed at the waist and extended his hand toward Tali. "May I have this dance, Miss Natalie?"
Tali giggled. "You may good sir," she said quoting one of the movies she watched with her father.
Ziva laughed at her daughter's antics as she watched Tony lead her to the dance floor. It took a few moments for Tali to get comfortable standing on his feet before they began shuffling to the music. Ziva watched, blinking away the sudden moisture in her eyes. Tony looked absolutely dashing in his crisp black suit and ice blue tie that matched Tali's dress almost as if on purpose. A laugh erupted from the man in question causing Ziva to refocus her attention. Tali's face mirrored the smile on Tony's, dispelling any doubt about parentage as their smiles were exact were exact copies. Those two were far more alike than either would ever admit. It was not a strange occurrence for Ziva to find both Tony and Tali sleeping on the couch with a black and white movie still running on the television. One night Ziva had seized the opportunity to create a Fuji moment…or whatever that saying was. The picture now sat proudly on her desk at work.
The song ended allowing Tony and Tali to return to their seats. "Did you see us dancing, mommy? I had to stand on daddy's feet so we could dance together."
"I did," Ziva exclaimed. "You were wonderful. Very graceful."
Tony smiled as he draped an arm over his wife's chair. "She's heavier than she looks. I think my big toe may have actually separated from my foot."
Ziva slapped Tony's leg playfully. "Stop being so overdramatic."
"Overdramatic? Me?" Tony asked with feigned shock. Ziva merely smiled and squeezed his thigh lightly.
"There's my favorite little ninja!"
Tali's head whipped around, her curls flying in all directions. "Meggie!"
The bride took a seat next to the little girl, carefully controlling the large body of her dress. "How are you doing squirt?"
"I'm good," Tali answered staring up at her babysitter. "You look like a princess!"
Meghan laughed and ran a hand over Tali's hair. "Thank you, Tali. You look very pretty too."
"You look absolutely stunning, Meghan."
"Thanks Ziva. I will be so happy to get this dress off though. I swear it weighs at least twenty pounds!"
Ziva laughed remembering how anxious she was to get out of her dress and heels on she and Tony's wedding day. Of course, there were other factors contributing to her haste. "Where is your new husband?"
"I believe my brother dragged him over to the bar," she said craning her neck to search the crowd for her betrothed. "Yep, he's a goner for sure."
The strains of a new song began and immediately Tony's eyes lit up. "It's old Blue Eyes!" he said excitedly grabbing Ziva's hand. "Can a guy get a dance with his beautiful wife?" Ziva smiled and stood from her seat.
"What about me?" Tali asked, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
"You can sit with me, Princess," Meghan said. "Go ahead."
Tony led Ziva to the dance floor, settling his hands on her hips and hers wrapped around his neck. They danced to the smooth beat as Tony sang along. "Yes. You're lovely with your smile so warm. And your cheeks so soft," he ran a finger down her cheek, "There is nothing for me but to love you and the way you look tonight."
Ziva kissed his cheek softly. "I love you."
"I love you too Zee." Their dance continued in silence with only Tony humming along to the song. It was only moments before he finally spoke. "I was thinking…"
"Always a scary premise."
"…and I think we should have another baby."
Immediately Ziva's movement stopped. She leaned back slightly to stare into his eyes. "You want to have another baby?"
"Yeah. I think it's time we have another one."
Ziva mulled the idea over. "I don't know if we're ready Tony."
Tony frowned. "Of course we're ready. We've both got stable jobs. We make good money. We can turn the spare room into a nursery."
"I guess we could try," Ziva had to bite her lip to keep her smile at bay. "But we'll have to wait a while."
Tony's smile faltered. "Why? Zee I really don't think we need to wait for anything. If you're worried about having both kids at home, Tali will be starting preschool in the fa—" his retort was cut off as Ziva pressed her lips to his. The kiss was slow and sweet and lasted only seconds.
"We have to wait," Ziva put a finger against Tony's lips to silence him, "because it is impossible to conceive a child….when you are already pregnant."
"R-really?" he stammered.
Ziva smiled and nodded. "I found out a few days ago. I was going to tell you tonight."
"We're going to have another baby?"
"Actually…no."
Again Tony's expression faltered. "We're not? Why would you do—"
Ziva's finger silenced him again. "We are not having another baby. We're having two."
Tony's step faltered as his mind grasped what Ziva was saying. "T-two? Like twins?" Ziva nodded. Tony's hand drifted from her hip to rest against her stomach. "There's two of them in there?"
Ziva laughed. "Yes, there are two in there."
Tony's hand cupped her cheek as he kissed her hard. "God I love you."
"I love you too…daddy."
Well that became something completely different than what it started as. I kind of like it. How about you?
