Author's Note-I'm so glad you all like Alaigha. It is pronounced A-lay-ah for anyone that was wondering. This chapter is short, but for good reason.
"Hey beautiful." Tony smiled, entering the nursery quietly. Ziva shushed him, turning away from the window with a sleeping three day old Alaigha. "How is she?"
"Quiet, happily so. Do not wake her." She warned softly. Tony kissed her cheek gently before bending to kiss Alaigha's forehead.
"I'll be back by lunch. I promise." He murmured.
"You are supposed to be on paternity leave. I cannot believe Vance is doing this." She matched his volume, despite the annoyance in her tone.
"You know as well as I do that Gibbs wouldn't let him if it wasn't important. I'll only be a couple of hours. I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll even leave my cell on. Call me if you have any problems." She nodded. "I love you."
"I love you too." She murmured before he kissed her her once more. Tony left the nursery, collected his backpack, cells and Sig before opening the door.
"Bye." He called as he left the apartment. Alaigha startled before bursting into tears.
"Tony!" Ziva cried as she tried to settle the screaming infant before she woke up her brother.
A few hours later, Oscar sat on the kitchen side with a sandwich while Ziva tidied the kitchen, softly humming an old Hebrew lullaby to the baby asleep in her arms.
"Ima?" Oscar asked quietly. He'd already been shushed by his mother enough times to remember to watch his volume.
"Yes Neshomeleh?" She asked equally as softly, pouring him a glass of juice with her free hand. Anyone would have thought she'd done this before.
"Why did Vance call in Papa? And when will he be home?" Ziva set the glass beside him.
"I do not know why, I am sure Papa will tell us when he gets home." She looked at the clock behind her. "And that should be any minute now." She smiled at him. "Come. Shall we go colour until he gets here?" He nodded excitedly and her smile widened as she wrapped her arm around his waist and lifted him off the side. She took his hand gently. "We will have to colour in your sister's room. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's okay Ima." Oscar nodded. "You put Leia to bed; I'll go get my colours." He let go of her hand and rushed off while Ziva smiled with pride.
In the next two minutes, Leia was asleep in her cradle and Ziva and Oscar were sat, cross legged, colouring on the floor beside her. Oscar was chatting almost constantly, much to Ziva's amusement, stopping only to allow his mother to make agreeable noises. An hour later and all too soon, their fun was brought to an end by a knock at the door. Ziva got up and kissed the top of his head.
"Stay there Neshomeleh, I shall be back." Ziva ran to the door, eager to get back to having some much needed mother-son time but the smile that had been on her face for the last hour dropped immediately as she opened the door.
"Shalom, Ziva."
"Shalom, Aba, Liat."