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Stuck In A Hole That's Only A Foot Deep
Instead of waking up to an alarm clock, they woke up to children running into their room and jumping on their bed.
"Wake up! Wake up!" Emery shouted.
"It's time to get up." Anabel murmured as she poked Tony's nose.
Callie slipped under the covers and snuggled next to Ziva, "Hi ZiZi."
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "Good morning...Callie?" she tried.
Callie nodded, "Very good."
"What time is it?" Ziva yawned.
"7 o'clock!" Emery shouted.
Tony groaned, "Go away! It's too early; you're kids you're supposed to sleep in late."
"That's the teenagers. Hunter kicked me when we tried to wake her up and Blaise threw a pillow at me. I fell and hit my knee, but it's okay now."
"And Isabella said she might cut my hair." Callie said.
"Well," Ziva said. "If you guys can be quiet you can watch TV in here."
"Yay." Siena clapped.
"Quietly." Emery reminded them.
Ziva handed them the remote and turned it down as low as it could go, but still be heard for their ears. Tony chuckled at her and shook his head as the SpongeBob SquarePants theme song started.
…
They were knocked up before Patrick got to say a stupid remark as usual, leaving them with a presumable three hours of sleep before they woke up again.
Tony had taken advantage of this and had fallen asleep instantly, Ziva on the other hand was already up and was unable, like her partner, she was unable to fall back asleep. After tossing and turning for almost an hour. She carefully slipped from the bed and tucked one hand under bulging belly as she tiptoed into the hallway.
She shut the door softly and crept downstairs. She hadn't expected anyone to be up, as her experiences with taught her that DiNozzo's slept late.
That wasn't the case with the women, she came to learn.
Alessandra, Felicia, Genevieve, Ana, Sofia, and Gemma were all sitting at the eating bar in the kitchen, laughing over coffee and Cinnamon buns.
"Ziva, hi," Felicia said as the Israeli walked cautiously into the living room. "Come over here. Have a seat." Felicia said as she patted the seat next to her.
"Yeah, Alessandra makes the best cinnamon buns." Genevieve said as Ziva sat down.
"That's probably because she owns a bakery." Gemma reminded her.
"They're still awesome." Genevieve said as Alessandra set down another plate of hot Cinnamon buns.
"Ziva, how would you like your tea? I know some people like differently." Alessandra said as she pulled down a box of tea bags.
"Um, decaffeinated would be fine and then I'll just add sugar myself."
"Alright, let me just boil the water. I would use the kettle but I would hate to wake them up."
"And by them," Genevieve said.
"She meant the men." Felicia finished.
"They always sleep in." Sofia said.
"When do they normally wake up?" Ziva asked.
Felicia shrugged, "When we're about to leave."
Ziva smiled as she tore apart a hot bun, "So I heard you guys had little visitors this morning." Genevieve said as she sipped on her mug of hot chocolate.
"Um, yes, I believe it was…Callie, Emery, Siena, and Mia?"
Felicia nodded, "That sounds about right. They're always up early. We normally just lock them in a room until noon and then by that time everyone's up and they can annoy everybody else."
Ziva laughed, "How often do they see each other?"
"Um, we get together every vacation. So, the summer, right now for their mid-winter breaks, and spring break."
"Do you all live far away?"
"Well, Damian and I live in Maine, G and Cris live two hours away, Ana and Vincenzo live in New Jersey and so do Gemma and Leonardo. Sofie and Emilio live in Michigan and Alessandra lives like twenty minutes away." Felicia explained.
"So, you do not live here?" Ziva asked Alessandra.
Alessandra shook her head, "God no. This house is too big for the five of us. We live a couple streets away and Dante visits on the weekends to make sure everything is working fine."
Ziva looked around in amazement, "How big is this place?"
"Ten thousand square feet." Ana answered, her head snapped quickly.
"That is huge." Ziva stated.
"I always knew our family would large so," she gestured to the house. "We made sure to always have room."
"Yes," Genevieve said. "So, just get with the fact that you'll probably have three kids."
Ziva raised her eyebrows, "I know." Genevieve said. "I told Cris, there was no way we were having more than two. But, I caved because he wanted a boy." She smiled. "And now I have a child who will not sit down and likes to get stuck in trees. And every single time that happens I want to kill him."
Ziva laughed, "So Ziva, when are you due?" Felicia asked.
"Um, May 6th."
"Wow, so you're seven months." Genevieve said. "I wish I was looking like that at seven months. God knows, I was huge."
Felicia smirked, "That's what happens you carry Cristian's kids. It was all head."
"Well…No, you're probably right."
"All I know is that my pregnancy with Dakota was my favorite. He was such a nice baby. Unlike Blaise who refused to sleep for more than half an hour or Logan who could not sit still."
Genevieve smiled, "I don't really have a favorite pregnancy per say. I would take a little from each one, I liked that I didn't start showing until I was five months with Hunter. I liked my labor with August and I liked my personality and physical changes with Matteo's pregnancy. I hated all of the morning sickness."
"I was blessed with not having morning sickness, with either of my pregnancies." Alessandra said as she placed a couple of tea in front of Ziva.
"Yes, Alessandra. We all hate you now." Genevieve joked.
Ziva smiled as Alessandra handed her the brown sugar container, "Did you have morning sickness, Ziva?"
Ziva nodded, "I did not like it, at all."
"Yes, I don't think anybody does."
"I certainly didn't." Sofia said as she chewed on one of her nails. "I had one baby kicking me in stomach, the other kicking my bladder." She smirked. "Take a guess at who was who."
"I don't want to guess." Genevieve said. "If I keep talking about my pregnancies I will never talk to my children again."
The seven women laughed, "I'm so serious though." Genevieve said between giggles. "Hunter and I are already at odds."
"I have a question, if you do not mind me asking." Ziva said.
"Sure, anything."
"How did you decide to name your daughter Hunter? Tony and I are at odds over this whole naming business."
Genevieve shrugged, "I guess, well, we didn't really have a name for her until she was maybe two months. We tried everything, Lily, Daisy, Sofia, Anamaria. Nothing really stuck. And then, one day I just looked at her and I was like I'm going to name you Hunter and I don't care what anybody thinks. And she just gave me a big toothless grin and that's when we gave her a name."
"It was the same way with Blaise." Felicia said.
"So," Genevieve shrugged. "Sometimes you just know. Have you guys thought of any good ones?"
Ziva shrugged, "I mean none that have stuck."
"Well, if need be just name her Bella. It a nice name that you can't really go wrong with. Unless your last name is like Stein or Katsopolis. It has to roll off the top."
"I think I went to school with a Katsopolis." Ziva said. "I'm not sure."
"Yeah, how was that? Growing up in Israel?"
"Um, it was okay. My father is very high up in the government so we always had to be in a safe place, so that meant background checks on everybody it was a very long and boring process."
"So, did you have a lot of friends?"
"I had a couple. But we never hung out outside of school because my father was afraid some kind of national intelligence might leak out."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"I have a sister, Eden. She has a son, he is about Matteo's age, and a daughter she's still a baby."
"Aw! What's his name?"
"Um, he is named after his father Hunter. It is a tradition on his side of the family to name the first born male, Hunter, with a four letter middle name. Hunter Rhys and Hunter Jake."
"That's actually really cool." Felicia said. "Why can't our family be that cool?"
"Is Tony close with her?" Alessandra asked.
Ziva nodded, "Very."
"That is good. I was worried, him being an only child; I just wanted to make sure he wasn't alone." She smiled at Ziva. "I guess I do not have to worry anymore."
"Someone's up." Ana said as she watched the stairs.
"It's not one of the little ones." Sofia said.
"It's either Hunter or Blaise; the boys will not wake up until noon."
Sure enough, Hunter padded down the stairs, "Hi." She mumbled quietly as she hugged Alessandra.
She gave each woman a hug before climbing into her mother's lap and wrapping her arms around her neck, "What's for breakfast?"
"Well, we were going to cook you but we figured you wouldn't fit in the pot."
"Let's cook Matteo then." Hunter said.
"No, he's too adorable." Felicia said.
Hunter looked up at her, "I think he ate some of your pearls."
"Are you serious?" Felicia asked, alarmed.
Hunter laughed and shook her head, "No, of course not."
Genevieve ruffled her hair, "You are your father's child."
"Who else is up Hunter?" Ana asked.
Hunter rubbed her eyes, "I don't know."
Genevieve looked at the clock, "It's almost nine. Let's go see." She stood up and Hunter wrapped her legs around her mother's waist. "We're off to round up children." Genevieve called over her shoulder as they headed up the stairs.
"So, Ms. De Luca," Felicia said to Alessandra. "What is for breakfast?"
"I don't know. Who is mood for what?"
"I think I'll just eat cereal with the best of them." Sofia said.
"I just want some orange juice." Gemma said.
"What about you Ziva?"
Ziva rubbed her stomach, "I think the baby is in the mood for pancakes, if that is okay?"
Felicia grinned, "I like her. The baby has good taste."
"We DiNozzo's typically do." Tony yawned as he padded sleepy down the stairs along with a shirt less Cristian and Emilio. "What are you ladies talking about?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around Ziva.
Ziva smiled up at him, "Your cousin woke you up?"
"Hell yeah." he glared at Cristian, "Get a quieter wife."
Cristian grinned as he reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice carton, "You gotta love her."
Tony rested his chin on the top of Ziva's head and played with one her loose curls, "How is El chipmunk?"
"Just because you had El- or –O to it doesn't make it Spanish." She reminded him.
"Can't you just play along for once?" he asked.
"No."
Cristian chuckled. "I like her. She's whipping you're A-S-S."
"Drink from a glass." Felicia reminded him; Cristian glared her before reaching into one of the cabinets and pulling down a glass.
"So, what's for breakfast?" he asked.
"Well, the baby was feeling pancakes, would you like anything?" Alessandra asked as she grabbed the supplies to make said pancakes.
"I want French toast."
"Yeah." Felicia said. "That sounds yummy."
"I've got seven out of twenty-three soldiers, ready for duty!" Genevieve said loudly as she led Emery, Natalia, Anastasia, Siena, Callie, Mia, and Valencia down the stairs.
"What Cadet?" Cristian shouted in a marine-like tone.
"Seven cadets, sir!"
The seven girls giggled as Genevieve marched around the kitchen table setting each one in a chair. "Okay," she said returning to a calm tone. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Callie wants cereal." Alessandra said. "It is in the pantry."
"I want cereal too." Anastasia said.
"Me three." Natalia added.
"Me four." Siena said.
"I want pancakes, please." Emery said.
"Mia, Valencia, what do you want?"
"Pancakes." Both Mia and Valencia said.
"Alright, so four cereals, three pancakes."
"What do you want to want to drink?" Cristian asked as he dug through the fridge pulling out all of the juice he could find.
"Callie wants chocolate milk, Emery wants Orange juice." Alessandra said.
"Siena, baby, what do you want?" Cristian asked.
Siena sat on her legs and kneeled in the chair, "Um…Apple Juice please."
"I want apple juice too." Valencia said.
"Natalia, Anastasia, what do you want?"
"Orange juice please." They both said at once.
"Mia, what do you want?" Ana asked.
"Flavored water."
Ana shook her head, "No more spending time with Aunt Silvia."
"Tony." Felicia said. "Stop standing around and help please."
"What do ya want me to do?" he asked in his best godfather impersonation.
The little girls giggled, "You're not godfather." Emery said.
Tony looked over his head before pointing to his chest, and added his godfather voice once more, "You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?"
"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" Emery asked.
Tony chuckled, "And we're sure you two aren't related?" Tony asked as he pointed into between Ziva and Emery.
"Tony, just get a jug." Cristian said as he poured the orange juice in one glass container.
"Cris, there are children in the room." Tony scolded lightly.
Cristian rolled his eyes and chuckled, "So inappropriate." Tony muttered.
Felicia looked around, "Genevieve, where's Hunter?"
"Oh." Genevieve said. "She was too heavy so I dumped her back in her bed."
"She only weighs like a hundred pounds." Cristian said.
"But she's all muscle." Genevieve stated as she placed a cup of chocolate milk in front of Callie. "She plays Lacrosse, Girls Football, she does Gymnastics, she has Dance four days a week, and Swim. That girl is all muscle."
"Blaise is the same way." Felicia said. "She plays Lacrosse, does some Figure Skating, Martial Arts classes every week, and Field Hockey. She loves field hockey."
"Maybe I could come see them play some time." Tony said.
Felicia nodded, "I think they would like that. They're not the same seven year olds who only played with Barbie's, they're all grown up, with boyfriends."
"Or so Hunter denies." Cristian said as he poured drinks in glasses.
"Hunter is very opinionated remember?" Alessandra said quietly.
"Oh, yes, I know." Genevieve said.
"I had a good dream." Callie said, changing the conversation.
"Oh yeah, what was it?" Cristian asked as he began pouring glasses.
"I lived on a chicken farm."
"And?"
"That was it."
It was a lazy breakfast and Alessandra made more than enough pancakes as she knew the boys would eat more than four each. By noon everyone was up and about, and they were able to go their somewhat grouped up ways.
The women showered and Alessandra decided to give them the full tour of the house, all 10,178 square feet of it. The men, unlike them, retreated to the man cave, to discuss their cousin's return and his beauty that brought along. All the kids crashed on the couch in front of the large plasma TV, watching Toy Story while munching on popcorn and leftover breakfast.
"Alright," Cristian said as he flopped over the couch and laid out on it. "Spill. How'd you get such a beautiful woman like that? And you're so…you?"
Tony chuckled as he took a sip of the root beer, "Uh, we work together."
"And?" Cristian pushed.
"My boss had a rule that co-workers couldn't date each other…"
"And?" Emilio said.
"You know I think he just wants to be slapped." Vincenzo said.
"I mean, he retired we started having a relationship and then one time we just didn't use protection…"
Cristian glanced at Damian, "Why do I think there's more to this story? There's no way he got off that easy."
"Look." Tony said. "Some crap, happened, and I messed up. We had to work on it for a while. I made it up to her and proved to her that I was gonna be a good dad. We're better now. And that's all I want to say about it. We don't want to look back on the past."
"So what are we?" Dante asked.
"You're family." Tony stated.
Cristian raised his eyes, "We are? I'm sorry I thought family called each other on Christmas and didn't disappear off the face of the Earth."
"I wasn't trying to disappear, I just…I didn't feel like I belonged any more, you know like in-"
"Please, no movie references."
"Fine." Tony said. "But I mean, you guys have all this and I live in an apartment that's as big as this room. I don't have a seven figure salary. It's like I was out of place and it kinda sucked to be around you guys and all of your accomplishments."
"But you've got tons of accomplishments, like…you graduated from Ohio State."
"You graduated from Harvard, Cris."
"Oh yeah." Cristian said as the conversation grew quiet.
Cristian rubbed the back of his neck, "You know…When G told me she wanted to name the baby Hunter, I was opposed at first, because I mean she's a girl with a boy's name. What were people going to think? Were they going to tease her? How would she go through life? I didn't want my daughter to go through that."
He looked at Tony, "But you know what. You know what she said to me?"
"What?"
"She said, 'People shouldn't judge you on your name or your looks, or how much money you should have. They should judge you on what you bring to the table, and how you act.' And it stuck with me, and I let her name her Hunter. And I've never regretted it. I guess I never thought we judged you differently because you didn't have money. Look, I'm sorry that your dad cut you off and that you felt you were in our shadows, but it would have been nice to let us now!"
"What am I supposed to say? Hey guess could you stop being successful it's kinda difficult for me to keep up?" Tony asked angrily.
"Well, yeah." Damian said nonchalantly.
Tony's face cracked and he let a small smile slipped out, "You ruined my macho face."
"You don't see me apologizing." Damian said.
"You know Cris, my boss has a rule against apologizing too." Cris eyed him suspiciously. "And?" he asked.
"I think he won't mind this one time. I'm sorry for everything. We're a family, we gotta stick together. No matter what." Tony said quietly in a sincere tone of voice as he flipped his root bear top in the air.
"We're sorry." Vincenzo said.
"If ya'll start crying we'll have to rename it in the woman cave." Leonardo said.
They all chuckled, and Cristian hugged Tony tightly, "Maybe God made your dad cut you off so you'd go to DC and find Ziva."
"Yes, I'm sure that's why." Tony chuckled.
"I'm so serious. Crap happens for a reason. Like when-"
There was a soft knock at the door as Romeo leaned against it, "Hey Dad. They DVD player isn't working, can you fix it?"
Vincenzo glanced at Tony before he smiled, "You know, Rome, your Uncle Tony is great with his hands-"
"I am?" Tony butted in.
"Maybe he could fix it for you guys." Vincenzo said after he elbowed his nephew in the ribs. Romeo looked at his uncle before shaking his head, "I think I'll just ask Mom."
Tony stood up quickly, "I can do it."
Romeo sighed in an annoyed manner, "Sure."
Luca ran up next to Romeo, "Hey, Rome, Izzy got it. No need."
"Oh, thanks. Later." Romeo said as he waved and followed Luca quickly back towards the living room.
Tony sat down and shook his head, "I'm pretty sure he hates me."
"You were his favorite uncle, just get on his good side. Talk to him, do stuff he likes, he's Romeo. He's the simplest of the them all. Apologize, you know he's a sap."
"He's right." Cristian said as he propped his feet up. "I love that kid. Wanna trade?"
"I'm fine with having two girls, thank you very much." Vincenzo said.
Cristian punched Tony's arm lightly, "Speaking of Tony's having a baby girl. So, how does that feel."
He shrugged, "Okay, I guess."
"You may wanna cherish this pregnancy because this is the only pregnancy where you won't have to worry about the other kids."
Tony nodded, "I hadn't really thought about it that way…"
"Yeah," Cristian sighed as he took a sip of root beer, "Me neither and then G threw a lamp at me because Hunter was playing with a lighter, not my fault, and August was in a tree, that one maybe was my fault."
They heard womanly laughing from upstairs, "What do you think they're talking about?" Tony asked.
Cristian shrugged, "Who else? Us."
It was now almost five and nothing much had changed except for the fact that Toy Story had ended and the guys went through a whole six pack of root beer.
Ziva learned quickly that as much as Tony made his family out to be, they were actually quite relaxed and kind. "So, Ziva," Genevieve said as she and the Israeli washed dishes together. "Are we as a crappy family as Tony made us out to be?"
Ziva smiled and laughed, "I do not see what he was talking about."
Genevieve smirked, "We're normally not as chillax. Just give us another day when everybody seven and younger is either walking in on you, or getting into everything. I hope you know what you're into."
Ziva laughed, "Living with Tony has given me a pretty good picture."
"But so far, be honest, do you like it here?"
Ziva nodded, "It is very entertaining and I've never seen so many children in one place, I actually really like it."
"Does it make you want to have more than two?"
Ziva scoffed in a playful tone, "I never said that." She rubbed her hands on a towel, "Okay, teteleh, calm down."
"What's she doing now?" Genevieve asked.
"She is trying to escape." Ziva laughed. "She pushing right here and kicking over there."
Genevieve laughed, "Can I feel?"
Ziva nodded, "Sure, I must warn you though. She might punch you back."
Genevieve bent down and placed one hand on either side of Ziva's tummy, "Hi little one." She murmured.
"Are you trying to escape? Is it tiny in there? Yes, well, if you that up and down like that you'll have a lot more room than how you are now. Trust me, I had a lot of difficult babies."
Genevieve rubbed one side, "We all can't wait to meet you. I'm sure you're going to be so precious." She looked up at Ziva. "You know what we should do?"
Ziva eyed her curiously, "What?"
"We should totally paint your belly. It would be so cute."
"What does it accomplish."
"Nothing," Genevieve shrugged. "It's just a fun memory. I painted a lady bug on my belly for Hunter. Maybe we could paint like a sunflower."
Ziva smiled, "I think perhaps that would be cute."
"Mom what are you doing?" Hunter asked as she walked into the kitchen.
"The baby was trying to break free, it was funny. She had an elbow on one side and a leg on the other."
Hunter smiled, "She sounds like she already sleeps like Uncle Tony."
Ziva nodded, "So true. She is probably just now waking up, she is up all night."
"Oh my gosh, how do you ever sleep?" Genevieve asked.
"I don't. I hit Tony all night."
Genevieve laughed, "Well, once she's born maybe Hunter and I could come down and babysit."
Hunter nodded, "I would so babysit, since someone won't buy me a car."
Genevieve rolled her eyes, "See, that was your cousin Hunter. By the time you're born she might not be alive."
Hunter smirked, "Ha-ha very funny."
Genevieve stood up, "I wonder what Alessandra has planned for tonight."
"She plans the nights?"
Genevieve nodded, "Sometimes, most of the time we don't pay attention but sometimes we actually go along."
"I think it's the big dinner tonight." Hunter said as she pulled out her phone to reply to a text.
"Who texted you?" Genevieve asked, leaning in to peer over her daughter's phone.
Hunter laughed at the message before hitting 'SEND' to answer a call she was getting.
"Hi. I'm sorry you must have lost your mind. Please go get it back from whoever you lent it to and call me back. Bye." She hung up with a smile.
"Who was that?" Genevieve asked.
"Brett."
"Brett's her guy friend." Genevieve explained to Ziva. "I would say boyfriend but someone thinks that it's too misleading."
"It is because, he's not a boy that I like, so he's not a boyfriend. He's just my friend who happens to be a guy." Hunter said.
"Who? I'll beat his head in." Cristian said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Brett dad." Hunter sighed.
"Oh, I hate that kid." Cristian grumbled.
Hunter sighed, "Anyway, Allie wants me to log on so we can chat I'll be upstairs." She said before she turned and left.
Once she was up the stairs Genevieve smirked at her husband, "You said you like Brett." She said.
Cristian took a sip from his water bottle, "Note to parents with teenage girls. If you like the boy they're 'dating' say you don't like them and they won't break up. Say you do and they're done." Cristian explained.
Ziva nodded, "Good to know, but I do think dating is more Tony's department."
Cristian shrugged, "I was just going to give him the book I wrote called: The Guide To Living With A Girl, from Babyhood, Toddlerhood, Childhood, Teenagehood, and hopefully not Adulthood. It's a killer read."
Genevieve nodded, "It's true. It puts Matteo to sleep every day."
"No."
"Yes."
"N.O." Luca shouted.
"Yes, and who says you're in charge?" Isabella challenged as Matthew took the toy story CD out of the DVD player, two hours later.
"Uh, because I'm the oldest." Luca said.
"Technicially," Isabella pointed out. "Hunter is the oldest."
"But I'm still older than you." Luca smirked.
Isabella groaned, "DAD! DAD Luca wants to a stupid R-Rated movie and we all know Matteo is going to cry if he sees someone D-I-E."
"Alright she spelled the right word." Romeo muttered as he pulled out his PSP and sprawled out on the couch.
"Daddy!" Isabella shouted again.
Instead of seeing her father, someone she desperately wanted to help mediate this situation, Tony appeared. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Luca wants to watch some stupid R-Rated movie and Matteo can't watch an R-rated movie. He's 3."
"So, why don't you guess do something else? Like go outside?"
"It's 20 degrees outside, and it's snowing." Tristian said.
"So…play a board game."
Isabella stepped closer to him and poked him in the gut, "Who are you and what have you done with my movie-loving uncle? Are you like anti-movie or something?"
"No…But I mean if you guys can't agree on a movie…"
"Well, I want to watch Shrek. Who doesn't love Shrek?"
Tony nodded, "She's got a point." He said to Luca.
"But we've all seen Shrek. Matteo can quote the whole movie." Luca said.
"Well, how about a mutual party just pick the movie?"
"We're having a party?" Callie gasped. "Yay! I love parties. Will there be cake?"
"A mutual party is someone who doesn't care what side their on." Romeo explained.
"Oh." Callie said. "Can I be on the party train?"
Tony picked Callie up from off the couch, "Okay, Mutual Party one." He put a hand on top of Romeo's head. "Mutual Party two."
"I'm good."
"Rome-o! Come." Callie demanded.
Romeo sighed and stood up, "Only because you're cute."
"Okay, Callie lead the way. Where's the movie library? I know your mom has more movies than this." Tony said as he, Romeo, and Callie were walking down a long hallway, trying to find the other library in the house that was used to store all the movies.
"It's down the hall." Callie skipped. "It's next to Daddy's office." She quickly ran up the hall and stopped at two large wooden doors with large handles.
She tugged on one handle and pulled it open, "Open!" she grunted as she swung the door open. It was a nice size library that he was sure, if it was full of books, Ziva would love it.
Instead of books, the entire room was lined with movies.
From black and white ones, to one he hadn't even known came out on DVD yet.
Callie explained that it was categorized by genre and alphabetized in the groups.
Tony looked around in awe before Callie squeezed his hand, "What now Uncle Tony?"
"Romeo, can you find like three movies that everyone will like?"
Romeo shrugged, "Whatever." He replied before walking towards the Comedy section of the library.
"Alright, Callie, where are some good movies?"
Callie dragged him to the right where a short bookshelf was stacked against the wall, "What about…The Incredibles?"
Tony shrugged, "Maybe."
The six year old handed him one DVD and stood on the latter and looked for more movies, "Cinderella."
Tony scrunched up his face, "I don't think so."
"Charlie Brown!"
"That's a good one."
"The Wizard of Oz."
"That movie is so stupid." Romeo called over his shoulder.
Callie frowned before sticking her tongue up at him, "Meanie." She grumbled as she ran over movie titles once more.
"The Parent Trap?"
"Okay."
"And Home Alone."
"Very good." Tony said. "It's a little more than three but sure. Hey, Romeo, let me see what you got."
Romeo walked over and Tony took notice of the movies he picked out.
The Friday The 13th, the first three movies.
Tony gave Romeo an 'are you serious' look, "Callie, can you go put these back." Tony said as he took the DVD's from Romeo and put them in Callie's arm.
"Yes, sir." Callie said before she skipped away.
"Alright," Tony said as he ran a finger over the selection of movies on the bookshelf in front of him. "Let's see if we can find some appropriate movies."
"Whatever."
"Is that your favorite word, now?"
Romeo sighed loudly, "Whatever."
"I can do that to you know," he sighed. "Whatever."
Romeo rolled his eyes, "Why are you here?" he demanded.
"In this library?"
"Here. Now. Why?"
"Alessandra wanted to meet Ziva."
"So? Why now? We haven't seen you in years and now you just pop up somewhere?"
"Rome, I know you're kinda mad at me."
"Kinda? We use to be super close and then you just up and left."
"I know, we were close. Heck, we even use to have matching haircuts. People thought you were my son."
"Yeah, and then you left, without saying goodbye." Romeo reminded him. "You were my superhero. I looked up to you. I wanted to be just like you."
"I know and-"
"You don't know! When you left it was like I flashed the Superman signal and you never came."
"Actually, it was Batman who had the signal-"
Romeo threw his hands up in the air, "How come I can grow up, but you can't? God." He muttered. "I…I used to look up to you. You were my cool uncle who knew who Beyoncé was, and not just the Beatles."
"I'm still that guy." Tony said. "I just…Our family is very difficult-"
"Ya think?"
"It is, and some things happened when you were little, okay? Things that you can't understand, things that I don't understand at times. But I'm trying to get better and make things better."
"Even if I was older you would still say I was too young." Romeo mumbled.
Tony mumbled, "I would. This doesn't involve you. And I don't want it to involve you. Now, if you want me to say I'm sorry I'll say I'm sorry for not calling on your birthday, or sending you presents. I'm sorry that we're not as close as we use to be. If you want me to buy you that new PlayStation or whatever, I'll do it. I just don't like my favorite nephew to be mad at me. I don't like people I love to be mad at me. Just ask Ziva. I'm sorry. I love you Rome, I just have a hard time showing it."
Romeo scuffed his foot against the rug, "I guess I'm sorry for being a little mean to you and Ziva. And I'll only accept yours if you promise to never do it again."
Tony smiled and pulled Romeo into his arms, "I got a question."
"What?" Romeo asked as he looked up at his uncle.
"How would you like to be the godfather?"
Romeo laughed, "I think I'll stick to being the god brother."
Tony chuckled before it slowly died off; a smile froze on his face as an idea popped into his head.
Callie walked up to both of them, "Did you break him?" she asked.
Romeo shrugged, "I hope not."
"I have an idea." Tony said quickly. "It's genius."
Romeo and Callie turned to look at each other, "Uh-oh."
"Okay, you wanna hear it?"
They both nodded, he grinned, "Who says we have to watch a movie? Why don't we make a movie?"
"Make a movie?" Callie questioned.
"Yeah. We're gonna need a notepad, some hair gel, and a camera." Tony said quickly before he ran out of the library to find such items.
"Why do I feel like this is a bad idea?" Romeo said.
"Because it probably is." Callie said simply.
I am currently in the middle of writing the third chapter and are doing the outline for the fourth so they should be out quickly. But I'll only post if you guys want me to. If you guys are getting bored with this story let me know and I'll try and make it more interesting I just need some kind of feedback.
As usual.
!~Broken Piece~!
