I know it's been a million years, but you have a chapter now (thanks to my cousin's kids and the Help which helped me get back in a three year old mindset. Mae Mobely's so adorable (the little girl in the Help. If you haven't read it, you should. It's really good!)). Anyway, I will probably only have a few more chapters with this. It really depends on what my mind comes up with. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Princess and the Frog, it is owned by Disney.

Tony looked in the rear view mirror at Hannah. She was staring out the window as if contemplating something Tony could not grasp. He turned back to the road when he heard Hannah say, "Why did Abby call Zia 'Mommy?'" Tony stared at the road not sure how to answer the child's question.

"She forgot you called her Ziva." Tony carefully replied. The child was quiet a moment.

"Abba?" Hanah asked from her seat.

"Yeah?" Tony asked looking in the rear view mirror at his child.

"Can I call Zia 'Mommy?'?" She questioned. Tony smiled at the child's question, but was upset the child had to feel as if she should ask.

"I think she'd like that." Tony said before asking a question of his own. "Why do you want to call her 'Mommy?'?" He asked.

"Because." Hanah said absently. Tony decided not to pry into the mind of a three year old right before he pulled in the drive. A few minutes later the father and daughter walked inside the house. The agents were usually pretty good about keeping the house clean and with Senior there the past few days, nothing really needed to be done. He walked toward Hanah's room and stopped to look in the room his father was occupying. He decided he should probably wash the sheets even though it could be a couple more days before his father came home. He was brought from his thoughts when Hanah called to him from her room.

"Abba!" She called. He would never tire of his daughter calling him that. Smiling he went to her room.

"Will you play with me?" She asked him. He smiled again.

"Sure. What are we playing?" Tony asked as he sat down beside her. He was told of the game they would be playing. Tony laughed to himself knowing Abby would have a field day if she knew he were having a tea- party with the little girl. Half an hour later, he realized Hanah was bored with the game when she ran out of the room and toward the living room.

"Tiana!" Hanah said as she grabbed The Princess and the Frog from the more child friendly stack of DVDs. He smiled knowing it was her favorite movie at the moment.

"Okay, let's put it in." Tony said happy to be able to relax after staying up most of the night with his dad. Both on the couch, Hanah snuggled into Tony's side as the movie started.

Ziva came in a couple hours later to find Tony and Hanah asleep on the couch. Quietly, she took a picture of them on her phone before putting it down and moving toward her family. She ran a hand through Hanah's hair before gently kissing her head.

"I don't get one?" Tony asked groggily, his classic smile playing on his lips. She kissed him before sitting beside him.

"You look tired Zi." Tony said a minute later.

"So do you." Ziva stated as she put her head on Tony's shoulder and rubbed Hanah's back with her right hand.

"You hungry?" Tony asked. Ziva shook her head. "I'm gonna make something anyway. Hanah's gonna be hungry when she wakes up." Ziva took the child who was lying on Tony so he could get up. Grabbing a blanket from the other couch, Ziva put it over her daughter's still sleeping form.

"She can sleep through anything." Ziva said as she came into the kitchen where Tony was getting out an oven tray. She stopped him before saying, "I will do that. Get some sleep before you see your dad again." Tony kissed her cheek before going off to his and Ziva's room. Half an hour later, Ziva, who had been folding laundry, heard the oven beep and went to check on the food. She pulled it out of the oven just as she heard little feet come into the kitchen.

"Hello, tateleh." Ziva said. "Did you have a nice nap?" Hanah nodded groggily, but then her eyes lit up when she saw the French fries that were on the tray. Ziva smiled a little as she put some of the fries in a bowl for the girl before sitting down at the table with her.

"Thank you Mommy." Hanah said happily as she ate a fry. Ziva's mind stopped at the sudden change in address. A sense of joy engulfed her as she said, "You are welcome Tatelah."

Just a thought, how do you spell the singular of French fries? Because, I seriously had an internal debate about it before I posted this.

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