Warnings: Tony/OC, fluffy

A/N: Baby DiNozzo is here! Hope you like his short introduction! Don't worry more to come... Enjoy!


It had been an incredibly long day. One of the longest that he could recall in recent memory. Tony had probably covered seventy-five percent of Shenandoah National Park by foot searching for five-year old Matthew Woodward, a marine colonel's grandson that had wandered away from a campsite while on a family camping trip.

Matthew had been found, several hours later, cold and scared… but otherwise unharmed. Tony had watched as the boy ate a couple of cheeseburgers before he was loaded into a bus and taken to a local hospital to be checked out. He might have enjoyed the feeling of a successful search and rescue if he hadn't been so tired. But as soon as the boy was reunited with his parents the team had headed back to D.C.

He just wanted to go home and sleep, even opting to sleep on the sofa because it was well past midnight when he arrived and Tony didn't want to disturb Leah. She had been struggling to get a good night's sleep for weeks now until someone at the University suggested sleeping with a pillow between her legs. Still… she was a light sleeper and the slightest movement of the bed would wake her and he really didn't want to deal with her pregnancy hormones this late at night.

Sighing, Tony pulled off his boots and dropped them near the coffee table. He reached for the blanket at the end of the couch and pulled it up around him as he laid down. It felt good to be horizontal, felt good to shut his eyes and it was going to feel great sleeping.

"Tony?" Leah questioned him, sounding a little panicked.

"Yeah…." He whispered, opening his eyes to see her standing in the hall, hands cradling her stomach. She was wearing jeans and a sweater and looked like she hadn't slept at all.

"My… my water just broke."

"What?"

Leah bit down on her lip. "I'm in labor. I have been for most of the day… just the doctor didn't think I should come into the hospital just yet."

Tony leapt up from the sofa, kicking the blanket off. "You've been in labor all day?" he nearly shouted.

"Relax… I was fine. Contractions weren't that close together and my water hadn't broken yet. Don't panic about that!" she yelled back, "Panic about the fact that my contractions are getting closer together and my water just broke all over the bathroom floor!"

"Ok… ok… deep breaths," Tony gasped, jumping to his feet. He ran into the bedroom and grabbed the bag she had bag. "Alright I got the bag… let's go!"

"Keys," Leah stated.

He reached into his pocket and found his keys. "Keys!"

She arched an eyebrow at him. "Shoes."

Tony looked down at his feet, confused. "Huh?"

"You don't have any shoes on."

"Right… shoes!" he exclaimed, sitting down on the sofa and pulling his boots back on and tying them faster than he had ever done before. When he got to his feet he looked at her, gently for a moment. "Ready?"

Leah smiled, nervously and nodded as Tony reached out to help her down to the car. Adrenaline pumped through both of them, filled with excitement and a little bit of fear as they were about to welcome their baby into the family.


Hours later, Tony watched as Leah slept, probably heavily for the first time in months. He was exhausted himself, perched in a chair next to her bed, but… he would always remember this quiet moment. Her hair was wild, in her face, and she was snoring slightly and even in the hospital gown… she was still beautiful. He was still in awe at what this petite woman had accomplished that morning, delivering their son into the world. It was probably entirely cliché but it really had been the most amazing thing he had ever witnessed.

Now a little coo from the nearby bassinet caught his attention. Tony slid out of his chair and went to the baby. His son's big eyes looked at him and one little hand had escaped the blanket he was swaddled in. Tony reached into the bassinet and gave the baby his finger. "Hey little man," he greeted with a smile. "Did you have a good nap? Mommy's still sleeping… it was a lot of work delivering you."

He fussed a little. Tony gently scooped him out of the bassinet and cradled him in his arms. Immediately the newborn settled, happy to be snuggled warmly and safely in someone's arms.

Tony went back to the chair he'd been sitting in and sat down. He gazed at his son, his little round cheeks and button nose. "You look like your mother," he told the infant with a smile, "Just as beautiful and perfect. I think you're going to be a heartbreaker someday, buddy."

"Hmmm just like his father," Leah mumbled from the hospital bed.

"Sorry… did we wake you?" Tony asked, nervously glancing up at his wife.

"It's okay," she said, smiling, "I like watching my guys."

He couldn't help but grin at that. "Hear that Jack," he told the baby, "We're her guys."

Jack made mewing noises and stretched his body. He rubbed a fist over his face and then let out a little cry. Tony rocked him slightly in his arms trying to soothe him but it was obvious what the baby wanted—he was hungry.

"Looks like our little man is hungry," their nurse, Jessica said entering the room, "which is good because I was just about to ask if Mommy was ready to try feeding him."

"I'm ready… I think," Leah said, uncertainly as Tony transferred Jack into her arms.

Jessica helped her get comfortable, propping up a pillow. "Breast feeding isn't as hard as you think it's going to be. Once Jack learns how to latch on and suckle everything else falls into place."

Tony grinned at her. "DiNozzo men have never had a problem with latching on and suckling," he joked, which earned him shift glare from his wife. He wiped the grin off his face, "Sorry… I've had very little sleep."

Leah continued to glare at him while Jessica instructed her in what to do. Jack quickly figured out how to get milk and was soon chowing down. Leah smiled and commented to the nurse, while Tony watched. When Jack was finished he little out a little burp and promptly fell asleep in his mother's arms. Jessica said she would come back and check on them in a few hours and left the family alone. "We should probably call my parents, huh?"

"Already done," Tony said, sitting down on the bed next to her. He kissed her temple. "You were asleep."

"Your father?" Leah questioned, cautiously.

"Yes…" Tony replied just as cautiously. "I spoke to Linda."

"Gibbs?"

Tony chuckled and kissed her again. "I was just about to text the team when Jack woke up." He kissed the top of his son's head and pulled himself off the bed, shuffling around in his pocket for his phone. He found the group that Tim had set up on the phone to make it easier to send a group message and sent out a photo, proudly telling his co-workers and friends that his son, Jackson Anthony DiNozzo had been born at six-forty five that morning, weighing eight pounds, six ounces and that he was very excited to meet his family.


Baby Jack is going to meet his family next chapter :)