Title: Baby Girl
Author: rekkidbraka
Rating: T
Pairings: Tony D. and Ziva D.
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Before the honeymoon can begin, Tony and Ziva have something important to take care of.
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"Do I look OK?" Tony asked, checking out his reflection in the bedroom mirror. "This tie go with this suit, you think? How 'bout this one? This one? Whaddaya think of this one? Ahhhh! NONE of these work!" He threw each successive tie onto the bed, unsatisfied with everything he owned.
Baby Sarah hugged Tony The Tiger closer to her and yawned. She stared up at Tony from where she sat on the bed. One of Tony's discarded ties draped her little tousled head and she watched him, confused, as he continued pacing in front of the mirror.
"Maybe I oughta skip the tie -- just go casual, huh? I can pull that off no problem." Tony turned around to face Baby Sarah, flashing her a dazzling grin. "How YOU doin'? Huh? HUH? Ha HAH! Yeeeeeah! Go DADDY!" Baby Sarah shook her head. "No? Aw, c'mon Snugglepumpkin! I'm runnin' outta options here!"
Suddenly, a maroon and cream striped tie sailed across the room, smacking Tony square in the face. Baby Sarah squealed with delight.
"This will do," Ziva said, bumping Tony out from in front of the mirror so she could take a look at her own outfit for the day, a demure off-white dress she'd chosen specifically because it looked pretty but also modest. Tony snarled at her, jockeying for prime mirror-front position as he tried the tie with his dark blue suit.
"Why THANK you, Sweet Cheeks," Tony snarked, making a face as he worked the knot of the tie. "Usually, you're finding ways to get me outta my clothes but hey -- turns out you're pretty good at helpin' me get 'em on, too. Heh..." Ziva shot him a sly look.
"Little pitchers have big spears," Ziva said, nodding towards Baby Sarah, who was tying three of Tony's other ties crazily around Tony The Tiger's neck.
"Ears, my bride," Tony corrected. "Pitchers, no matter their size, don't have spears. They have ears." Ziva frowned, then sighed. She was sure she'd gotten that one right. "So," Tony said, turning to face Ziva as he straightened his tie, "do I look MAH-veh-lous?" Closing his eyes, he smiled broadly.
"You do," Ziva answered, brushing some lint off his shoulders. "Now let us get THIS one ready for her big day." Turning to Sarah, Ziva lifted the infant into her arms. Sarah showed her Tony The Tiger in his many colorful ties and Ziva gave him a little kiss on his fuzzy forehead. Meanwhile, Tony, who'd been angling for more of a compliment from his wife, stood watching the scene, his arms folded over his chest.
"Yeah, well... he looks OK but I don't think he could pull off THESE!" Tony stuck out his fists, brandishing his French cuffs. "Ha HAH! Top THAT, Tiger!" Ziva and Baby Sarah stared at him, then headed for the nursery. "Well, he COULDN'T!" Tony called out after them. "Oh yeah, WHO'S the man? That's ALL you, Good Lookin'," he said to himself quietly, mugging for his own reflection in the mirror as he smoothed his hair on the sides for the seventh time that morning.
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"Tony, you are nervous," Ziva said casually, flipping through a magazine as she, Tony, Baby Sarah and Tony The Tiger sat on a waiting room sofa. Tony gently bounced Sarah on his knee.
"Nah, I'm just excited," Tony replied, his green eyes bright and wide. "I'm gonna be a dad in..." he looked down at his watch, "... exactly four minutes and twenty-nine seconds. I mean, it'll be longer than that 'cause we gotta look over the papers and sign 'em and all that kind of stuff but it's all gonna get started in ..." he looked at the watch again, "... four minutes and SIX seconds." Ziva smiled tenderly and patted the knee Tony wasn't bouncing Sarah on.
"I am excited, too," Ziva said. Sarah reached out for her and Ziva took her from Tony. "I did not think I would ever become a mother." Tony looked at her quizzically.
"Really?" he asked. "Why? Honey, you're beautiful. Any man would wanna have babies with you." Tony frowned. "But don't ... do... that. Because I don't want any man having babies with you. Except me."
"Yes," Ziva grinned, "I believe that is one reason we got married." Baby Sarah bopped Tony on the head lovingly with Tony The Tiger. Tony grimaced and growled back at his striped toy namesake.
"Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo?" the adoption attorney's secretary said, entering the waiting room from the attorney's office, "Mrs. Alexander will see you now."
Tony and Ziva looked at each other, then at Baby Sarah, then back at each other and took a deep breath in unison. They rose from the couch and, Tony taking Ziva's arm, he shepherded his family towards the office.
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"Whaddaya think, huh? We missin' anything? Formula... bottles... blanky... paci... diapers... wipes... Butt Paste..."
Baby Sarah stared at Tony from her place on the bed. Tony The Tiger sat next to her, a pair of Tony's sunglasses crookedly propped on his fuzzy nose.
"... diaper BAG ... fold-up baby bed ... emergency phone numbers ... EXTRA formula - 'cause you eat like a champ, kid ... extra jammies ... "
Sarah clapped her hands with joy, watching Tony load up his DaddyPack.
"EXTRA blanky... and TONY The TIGER! Oh yeah -- no way we could go on our family honeymoon without Mister Stripeypants here."
Sarah squeaked, kicking happily as she grabbed Tony The Tiger and screamed "TAH!"
Tony jumped onto the bed next to Sarah, hoisting her up into the air. He gave her a loud raspberry on her tummy and she laughed.
"Ohhhh-kaaay... Shhhh... Calm down, Daddy's Little Ninja," Tony cooed soothingly, cradling Baby Sarah against his chest as she giggled uncontrollably. "Settle down, sweet girl..." Sarah relaxed, her giggles lessening as she snuggled with Tony. Ziva, who'd been quietly watching by the door, joined them on the bed.
"Our little girl is all packed for her big trip, I see," Ziva said, giving Tony a soft kiss as Sarah scooted over across Tony's chest towards her. "Are you excited about going on the plane with Mama and Papa?" Taking Sarah in her arms, Ziva hugged her infant daughter gently to her. Sarah patted Ziva's cheek and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. Tony propped himself up on one arm, staring down at his wife and baby. He was beside himself with happiness. Noticing the look on his face, Ziva asked, "And what has you grinning like the Cheshire Cat, my little hairy bear?" Tony raised an eyebrow at Ziva, smiling.
"Cheshire Cat," he said, "You nailed it, Sweet Cheeks! I'm impressed!" Then, stroking Ziva's hair, he continued, "I'm just thinking that this is our first-ever vacation... as a family. You know how you said you thought you'd never be a mom? Hey... now you're a mom! Well, I thought I'd never have a family of my own. And now I do -- I've got a wife and a baby girl."
"And a tiger," Ziva said, offering her husband a sly grin.
"Look, I never said we were a normal family," Tony laughed, handing Tony The Tiger to Sarah before giving her -- and her new mother -- kisses.
