AN: Pretty much just a short smattering of smutt! :)
By the time Talia Sarai was 3, Tony and Ziva were having another baby.
'Ima, am I going to get a little prince or little princess?' Asked Talia happily.
She was exuberant about having a sibling, always asking when the new arrival would be there. She had drawn pictures for the baby, bought gifts and gotten everything already 'sorted out'.
'We do not know tatelah.' Replied Ziva rubbing her ballooning stomach with a small smile.
Tony wrapped his arm around her, hugging her close.
Truthfully, they knew they were having a baby boy, but everyone had vowed to keep it a surprise for Talia. Already in their minds their growing baby boy was their little prince, just as much as Talia was their princess.
Ziva especially was happy, it seemed that after everything her original 'I will' list was being fulfilled to some extent. She had visited Iceland, she lived in America, she had ridden a horse, and now, now she really was going to end up with her baby boy and girl.
Baby no. 2 was well looked forward too, that was for sure.
And in late July when Ziva gave birth to a bouncy baby adorn with her beautiful eyes and Tony's hair, immediately they sensed a new change in their family.
They now had two stunning children to cherish and treasure.
And as Talia sat there with tiny baby Adrian Leroy in her arms, an amazed expression on her face, Tony and Ziva knew that their fairy-tale was falling into place perfectly.
It was their silver lining from all the difficulties life had chucked at them.
And it was beautiful.