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3 DAYS OLD

Ziva's POV

I smiled as Tony cradled the baby in his arms, cooing at him over and over. "Tony, I need some help here!"

Tony just continued to coo at baby Anthony. "You're my little boy! Yes you are! Yes you are!"

I sighed. "Tony, I need to get the baby ready."

Tony pouted. "But he's so adorable… can't I just play with him for five more minutes?"

"You can play with him when we get home," I said as I walked over to him and carefully took the baby from his hands. I cooed at him as I took him over to the bed and started dressing him up in warm clothes, such as mittens and a onesie outfit with a little matching hat. "Besides, I think he is tired of you already," I pointed out as the baby yawned.

Tony glared at me. "That wasn't very nice."

I laughed. "I know. That may have been why I said it."

Tony gave me a small smile. "Ziva…"

I gave him a smile. "Yes, Tony?"

"Can I hold him all the way to the car?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "You are being such a child, Tony. We are taking him home."

Tony shrugged. "I just want to hold my son, Ziva…"

"I know." I picked up the baby boy. "But we have to get him home first, alright?" I held him close to my chest as I carried him over to the baby carrier and carefully placed him in there, smiling at him as he let out another yawn.

Tony nodded before picking up the baby bag and pulling out the blanket, handing it to me.

I smiled and pecked him on the lips. "Thank you." I carefully tucked the blanket around baby Anthony, and smiled as his eyes closed. "He looks so much like you…"

"Just with your hair," Tony pointed out. He stroked the baby's face gently. "Should we get going, then?" he asked me.

I nodded before reaching out to pick up the carrier. Tony held my hand back and handed me the baby bag instead.

"Don't stress yourself out," he warned. "It's only been a couple of days."

I sighed and took the bag. "I do not need to be babied, but fine." I slung the bag over my shoulder and slowly headed out of the room. I smiled when I realized Tony had still not moved. "Aren't you coming?"

Tony looked up at me sharply. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." He picked up the baby carrier and walked over to the door, making sure to handle the carrier with care. He was grinning. "God, it's great to be a dad."

I smiled. "You have only been a father for a couple of days."

Tony shrugged. "Yeah, but it feels good."

I laughed.


Tony's POV

I smiled as I secured the baby carrier into the car. "Hey, buddy. You ready to go home?"

Anthony yawned before looking up at me with his blue eyes. He seemed to study me for a couple of seconds before his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

I chuckled. "Just like his dad, eh?" I kissed his forehead before closing the car door and moving to the driver's seat. "Ziva? You alright?"

Ziva smiled as she sat in the back of the car, beside the baby. "Yes. I am tired, but otherwise fine."

"Okay, then." I started the car and slowly started to drive to our home. I couldn't help grinning. Everything was perfect.

I smiled as I pulled into our driveway. "Honey, we're home."

Ziva's soft breathing from the backseat suddenly sped up as she awoke, and she yawned. "We are?" She looked out of the window and smiled. "Oh, it feels like it has been so long since I've actually been home…"

I got out of the car and smiled as I opened the baby's car door. "Are you alright getting out, Zi?"

She nodded and picked up the baby bag. "I will be fine. I just think we should get inside quickly."

I nodded and unbuckled the baby seat from the car before lifting it out of the car. "Yeah, we should." I closed the car door before carrying the baby carrier up to the front door where Ziva stood. I pulled out my keys and opened the house door. "After you?"

Ziva smiled. "Thank you, Tony." She walked inside and headed straight upstairs. "Gosh… it is so cold in here…"

I nodded and I carried the baby to his new room. "We haven't been here in ages… and it is February."

Ziva nodded as she opened the door to the baby's room. "It's good this room is carpeted. It isn't too cold in here."

I placed the baby carrier in the middle of the room. "I'll go and turn on the thermostat to get this place warmed up." I left the room and headed downstairs to the thermostat in the corridor. I frowned when I saw it was only on 60. I turned it up to 80 quickly before heading to the kitchen. I guessed Ziva would be too tired to cook anything for herself, so I decided to make her a small meal – maybe a sandwich and a drink. "Zi!" I called out. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really… I would like something small."

I smiled. "Like a sandwich?"

I heard Ziva laugh from upstairs. "You were going to make me one anyway, were you not?"

I shook my head and laughed. "Nine months and you can already read my mind." I started making her a jam sandwich.

Little did I know, the next couple of months would be hell.


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