Ziva's POV:
We picked up Zoey promptly at six on Tuesday from her temporary home. It was then I saw my goddaughter's face for the first time. She had dark brown eyes and little blonde, curly ringlets, like her mother's. Her wide smile and her red cheeks belonged to Travis, however. I cradled her softly in my arms, and looked at her little sleeping face. Tony seemed like he was searching to say something. "Say hello to your new daughter." I said. I put her in his arms. She was asleep.
Tony's POV:
Her little sleeping face was so precious. Suddenly, it hit me;
I am officially a father.
Damn, I thought. Two months ago, if somebody said I was going to be a father, I would probably have laughed my ass off and then asked them if they needed to see a psychiatrist. And now…..
My thoughts broke off as I started the car and began the long drive home.
Ziva's POV:
We arrived at our house at 10:30 (It was a long drive from the temporary home). We put Zoey in her crib so that she could sleep. I collapsed on the bed, Tony next to me. I faded into sleep within five minutes.
I woke up to the sound of loud crying. I blinked groggily and looked at the L.E.D clock beside our bed: 1:30. "Are you serious?" I thought to myself. Tony was asleep beside me. "Tony, wake up. Wake up." I shook him. "Mrrf." I heard him say into his pillow. "Tony!" I whispered angrily. "What?" he said sleepily. "Do you hear that?" I said.
"Zi, unless you forgot, we are parents now."
"So?"
"So, if the baby is crying, you have to go check on her and put her back to sleep."
"Why me?"
"Because I have already."
"Yeah, right."
"I swear, if you go, I'll give you twenty bucks."
"I'll be right back."
I softly walked into Zoey's room. I took her out of her crib. Cradling her in my arm, I sat in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, singing softly to her. Within half an hour, she was asleep again. I sleepily staggered back into my bed. "Is she asleep?" Tony said, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Yeah." I yawned. I flopped in the bed. He rolled over, and pulled me closer. "No." I said simply. "I wasn't thinking that." He said, chuckling. I looked at him. He kissed me. He simply smiled, and then drifted back into sleep.
Tony's POV:
I woke up to the sun glaring through the windows. I looked over a Ziva. Her soft light breathing was somewhat melodious. I watched her chest rise and fall with each light breath. Entranced, I simply watched her. I about pissed my pants when the alarm clock started going off. I slammed my hand on it, trying to shut it off. I looked at the clock: 7:30. Ughh. Time to go to work. "Ziva. Zi-Ziva?" I said, shaking Ziva. How the hell had she slept through that racket? "Whooza? Whaza?" she said, suddenly snapping awake. "We gotta go to work." I said sleepily. "Awwww." She moaned. "What are we going to do about Zoey?"
"Let's just take her."
"Are-you-serious?"
"Yeah! McGee or Abby could take care of her."
"I will repeat: are-you-serious?"
"Come on! Unless you would prefer-" I raised my eyebrows "-A baby sitter."
"I'll get the keys."
We came out of the elevator at 9:00. "Morning boss." I said, limping under the weight of Zoey's stuff. "Morning, Tony." I heard him say, although I could not see out from behind the mountain of toys. Ziva came in, holding Zoey. Zoey shrieked in delight. A new place! Gibbs turned, suddenly aware of Ziva and Zoey's presence. Ziva grinned sheepishly "Sorry, Gibbs. I really don't trust nannies or sitters, and-"Gibbs cut me off. "It's okay, Ziva." He said, smiling. "Did you bring her bottle, toys, and carrier?" he asked. "Yeah. Tony's got them." said Ziva. "Over here, boss." I groaned. "May I?" Gibbs asked. "Sure." Ziva said. I finally had made it to my desk. I dropped everything and was out of breath, panting. I looked at Gibbs He had picked her up and was bouncing her up and down. She babbled in delight. Ziva smiled.
"Awww! Who is this lil' cutie?" A voice suddenly said. Abby emerged from the elevator. "Say hello to Zoey Joyce Belling-DiNozzo." Ziva said proudly, sitting down. "Oh my god! She is sooo cute!" Abby said, picking her up and baby-talking to her. "You're such a cutie! Yes, you are!" Zoey giggled, happy at all the attention she was suddenly getting.
We were working on a case involving a knifed down sergeant. I held Zoey in my lap, which she happily stayed. I tried to keep her from stealing my jelly doughnut, to no avail. She was covered in purple jelly when Ducky came up. "Jethro, I have those test results for you." He said, handing Gibbs a white sheet of paper. "Thanks, Duck." Gibbs replied. "Well, who is this little darling?" Ducky asked upon seeing Zoey. "This is Zoey." I said, handing her to him. "Well, hello there! Aren't you a pretty one?" he said, ruffling her hair. Ziva smiled at me, as if to say "We can make this work."