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B – Breakfast
Set in Tiva's future
"Mommy! Daddy!" the twins yelled as they ran into their parents' room and jumped on their bed. "Wake up, wake up!"
"Aaron Jethro, Scarlett Abigail, stop bouncing on the bed! You don't want to hurt the baby!" Tony said as he placed a protective arm around Ziva's pregnant stomach.
The 5 year olds looked up with wide eyes and tears threatened to form. "Sorry Daddy, sorry baby" they said as they carefully climbed off.
"It is alright, I suppose we should be getting up anyway" Ziva smiled as she unwrapped herself from Tony's protective arms. "I will start breakfast, Tony, you can take a shower." She turned to the twins. "It is Saturday, so Mommy and Daddy do not have to work today. Is there something special you would like me to make?" she asked as she led the twins out the room and downstairs towards the kitchen.
The two looked at each other and had a silent conversation, and Ziva smiled. That is what Tony and I used to do, she thought. Aaron and Scarlett looked up at their mom in unison and smiled.
"We want PANKCAKES please Mommy!" They looked up at Ziva with their eyes identical to their parents' puppy-dog ones.
Ziva smiled. "Of course, but you two must help me, okay?" She was now 34 weeks pregnant, so her ability to move around left much to be desired. The twins nodded eagerly. "Aaron, can you bend down to that last cabinet over there and get me a mixing bowl? And Scarlett, why don't you go over to the fridge and get out the butter, milk, and eggs?" She asked partly to have them learn how to help, but also, she could really use the help. She sighed, as she was a very independent woman in general. Ah well, just a few more weeks, and this will be over, she thought.
"Here ya go, Mommy!" The twins exclaimed as they placed their completed jobs in front of their mother on the black granite countertop. This kitchen was big, with light-blue painted walls, big windows that let in the warm, bright spring sunlight, with a light wood floor and cream-colored cabinets. At one corner there was a rather large kitchen table, as they had a big family – including those who are not blood-related. Above that was a wall of pictures of the team and their immediate family. At the other side was an opening that led to the large family room, and beside that big archway was a flowering plant and a painting above that. It was decorated for the family as a surprise from the team. It was a sight to see.
"Thank you, now do you want to help me mix?" Ziva asked while she put all of the ingredients into the bowl.
"Yes Ima!" They exclaimed as they stood on each side of their mother as she showed them how to stir it. "This is fun! I wish we could do it every day!" Aaron exclaimed, with obvious agreement that radiated off Scarlett's face.
"Yes I know honey, but if we did it every day it would not be very special, now would it?' Ziva replied, and she smiled. I have to agree with them though. I love spending time with my babies", she thought. After the mixing was complete, she leaned down as best as she could and looked into her children's eyes. "You know, in a little while when the baby comes, I will be home on maternity leave. That means that, for two months, I will be here in the morning everyday with you, and I will be there to help you two off the bus when you come home in the afternoon!" she smiled at them. The twins looked at Ziva eagerly.
"Really Mommy?" Scarlett inquired, not believing her right away. She got that from me, probably. Ziva sighed.
"Of course, baby. I love you two so much, and I will definitely need your help to take care of this little one" she said as she patted her stomach.
"Yay!" the twins exclaimed happily.
"Don't worry Mommy, we can help and we will be the best big brother and sister ever!" Aaron assured his mother. Scarlett nodded in agreement.
"Mommy, can we feel your tummy?" Scarlett asked as she peered at it.
"Of course, dear, here" Ziva smiled as she took each of the twins' hands and placed them where she felt the baby kick.
The twins had an incredulous look upon their faces as they felt him or her kick at their hands. "Wow…" they both said simultaneously, and just stared at the bulge in Ziva's shirt.
Ziva smiled. "Okay guys, why don't you two go and clean up the playroom while I finish with breakfast? I will call you when it is done." She said as the twins snapped out of their daze gazing at the yet-to-be-seen baby in their Mommy's tummy.
"Aw, alright Mommy" Aaron said as he and Scarlett left to go clean.
Ziva smiled as she straightened up and went back to cooking the pancakes. While she was getting out some juice from their large fridge, she felt a pair of strong hands snake around her waist, and her husband leaned in and kissed her neck.
"And good morning to you too" Ziva said softly as Tony tilted her head and leaned down to kiss her passionately on the lips. She turned around and put a hand in his hair, and her other around his neck.
"Mhmm" she moaned softly as he deepened the kiss and pushed her gently against the fridge. She wrapped a leg around him as best as she could with her big stomach as he smirked, putting little kisses on her collarbone when they broke off finally needing air. "We cannot do this now, Tony." She managed to say before he kissed her again.
"I know, Zi' he finally said as he broke off from Ziva. "Let me help you cook", he said.
She shook her head. "No, I am almost done here. Maybe you can call the kids and help them set the table?" she suggested.
"Alright" he sighed, going to the playroom to find the kids playing house. Somehow, he just knew they would be in there. It was their favorite room of the house, of course. It was off of the family room, with a decent-sized TV, a cream-colored sofa with pale green wallpaper, and beige carpet. They had a little toy kitchen off to one side, with two sets of cubbies - one for Scarlett, and the other for Aaron - on the other. Tony saw their attempt at cleaning up as soon as he walked in, with their toys being thrown into their cubbies disorderly.
The twins, who inherited some of their mother's ninja instincts, looked up when they sensed Tony walking into the room.
"C'mom guys," Tony said. "It's time for breakfast!" The twins jumped up and ran into the kitchen, leaving Tony to look upon their mess. They are definitely my kids, he thought as he went back in the direction he came in to eat with his family. It does not get much better than this.