Ziva finished icing the last of the cupcakes, she sucked some frosting off of her thumb.

"Need help with that?" Tony asked.

Ziva looked up, "No, I am done."

Tony made his way over to her, "Ahhh, too bad, I really wanted to suck some frosting off of you."

Ziva smile and lowered her finger to one of the cupcake and ran her finger across it, "Oops."

"Heh." Tony moved over to her, taking her finger into his mouth and softly sucked on it, "Mmm." He reached down, gathering more of the frosting on his fingers, he then rubbed it all over her lips, "Oops, indeed." He grinned and kissed her, their mouth hungry for one another, "You should bake more often."

Ziva pulled back, attempting to catch her breath, "Anywhere else you want to put that frosting?" She grinned.

"Now that you mention it." Tony took a hold of her hand, while reaching out for the cupcake with his other, "Let me show you." He kissed her and took a step towards the bedrooms.

"Anthony?" Ziva asked.

"Still asleep."

Ziva smile and happily went with him.

"How did the cupcakes turn out?" Nettie asked.

"Amazing." Ziva simply replied, lifting the tops off of two large pizza boxes.

"I knew you ate one, there is only 11 left."

Ziva started giggling.

"What?"

"I did not eat it."

"Then who did?" Nettie asked, but the grin on Ziva's face was a dead give away. She shook her head, "Remember, a niece."

Ziva smiled at Nettie's reponse. Moments later, there was a knock at the door. She walked over and looked through the peep hole and turned the handle.

"Ziva." Senior warmly smiled and held out his arms, welcoming Ziva into his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Looking lovely as ever."

"Thank you, Tony." Ziva smiled back.

"Where is that handsome grandson of mine?" Senior asked.

"Watching TV with his daddy."

Senior kissed Ziva on her other cheek and slipped past her, "Junior's junior!" Senior called out, "Come and get your birthday hug from grandpa!" Little Anthony ran over and jumped into his grandfather's arms.

"Hey, Dad."

"Junior." Senior nodded at his son, but quickly turned his attention back to his grandson, "You want to see what your grandpa got for you for your birthday?"

Little Anthony smiled.

Senior reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled something in a clear plastic protective container, "This is my most priced possession." He stated, "When I was kid, I idolized two people, my father and this man." He held out a 1952 Topps Mickey Mantle baseball card.

"Wow, Dad." Tony was stunned by the gift, "That's gotta be worth a fortune."

"It's not mint Junior, but it'll easily go for 5 figures, hopefully lots more when he's off to college."

Little Anthony was a little taken back by it.

Senior quickly pulled a sucker from his other pocket and his grandson was overjoyed, which made his grandfather laugh as he handed it to his grandson.

"Thanks, Dad." Tony hugged his father, "He might not understand it now, but I do and he will in the future."

"My pleasure, Junior." Senior turned, looking back.

"You guys can eat whenever you want." Ziva told, "Why is he eating a sucker?"

"My fault." Senior took the blame, "It was my back up plan."

Ziva looked at his oddly.

"I'll tell you later." Tony placed his hand on Ziva's shoulder, "We need to talk about some things any way."

"Yes, we do." Ziva smiled.

"Anthony, pizza." Tony spoke up.

"Yay!" Little anthony cheered.

"He is definitely his father's son." Nettie smiled.

"Nettie, as I live and breath, you're just as lovely as your niece." Senior smiled, moving to give Nettie a hug but the dog growled.

Nettie laughed, "She thinks you are full of shit." She smirked, "And so do I."

"When did you get a dog, Junior?"

"Apparently today." Tony chewed on a slice of pizza, "Her name is Lucie and she's a Mossad attack dog, so watch your nuts."

"He is kidding." Nettie knelt down and petted the dog behind the years, "She is a good girl and would never hurt anyone, unless..."

"Unless?" Senior asked.

Nettie stood and leaned into Senior, "I order it." She kissed him on the cheek, "Yes?"

Senior nervously laughed and turned, "Message received."

Tony was laying back on the end of the bed, rubbing at his belly, "Ate too much."

"You did eat an entire pizza by yourself, Tony." Ziva said, sitting down next to him, she slowly started to pat his belly, "Not to mention, 3 cupcakes...no 4, I forgot about the one before dinner."

"Heh." Tony sat up, "You know, you still smell like frosting."

Ziva chuckled, "You did your best to rub it everywhere."

"What can I say, I'm thorough in my naughtiness." He grinned and she kissed him.

"Let me go change for bed, any requests?" Ziva asked.

"You. Just you." Tony stated, which made Ziva smile.

Ziva got up, but stopped and sat back down, "You said you needed to tell me something?"

"Uhh, yeah, I uhhh..." Tony started, but Ziva stopped him.

"Wait, I have something to tell you, too." She pressed her hand to his chest, "Both together on three?"

Tony nodded, agreeing to those terms, "1, 2, 3...I quit my job/I am pregnant."

AN1 - Mmmm, pizza, I need you inside me. Now.

AN2 - Dark Souls 3 is kicking my ass.