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Q – Quack
It was a warm Sunday afternoon, and Tony and Ziva were at the park with their daughter, 3 year old Rebekah. Tony wanted to have a picnic with his two favorite women next to the small lake on the far edge of the park. Thankfully, they were the only ones in sight. Tony had set up the picnic blanket while Ziva went through the basket Tony had packed. She didn't understand the American custom of a picnic basket. She didn't understand why they couldn't have just used a backpack with containers or something simple. She didn't understand why Tony had to drive her and Rebekah all around the DC area and stop at 5 different stores to finally find one. That's why she loved him though. She loved the way he tried so hard to make things perfect for her and their daughter. She loved the way he made everything fun, and was so enthusiastic about everything. She was so happy she had married him. She wanted her daughter to have everything she never had – especially a competent father. And Tony surpassed all of her expectations.
"Ziva!" She broke out of her trance and turned to look at Tony, who was sitting next to her on the blanket with Rebekah on his lap. He was bouncing her up and down on his lap, eliciting small laughs from her. "Baby, where were you?" He chuckled.
"What?"
"I called your name three times and you didn't answer me." He leaned over and stroked her cheek.
"Oh, sorry Tony. I was just thinking."
"About?" At this Rebekah lost her patience and tried to break free from her father's tight grasp.
"I wanna go to see ducks." She pointed to the shoreline, where she saw a group of ducks swimming in the lake. Tony looked at Ziva and she smiled.
"Okay baby, but remember you can't go in the water."
"Yes Mommy." She said as she gleefully got up and ran over to the lake. "Hi duckies!" She yelled as she tried to get their attention.
Tony turned back to Ziva. "You were saying?"
Ziva reached up and kissed him softly. She then tilted her head up and whispered in his ear. "I was thinking about you, Tony." She smiled suggestively.
"You were, were you? Do tell."
She laughed. "No Tony, really I was just thinking about us. Our family and how glad I am that I married you and that we have our beautiful daughter. You make me so happy." He smiled and kissed her, pulling her close to him, lacing an arm around her waist.
"You make me happy too, y'know. It probably stems all from when my Mom died. After that, I never took a relationship seriously. You're the first woman, really, since her that I've let know me – really know me." She smiled and kissed him lovingly.
"I know Tony. That's why we work so well together. You had that, and I had shielded myself from men, especially with how my father treated me. We are a perfect fit, complementing each other." He smiled and pulled her against him. They both watched their daughter play at the shore, until after a few minutes she ran up and jumped into Ziva's lap.
"Mommy! Daddy!" She squealed.
"What baby?" Tony asked enthusiastically.
"The ducks answered me!"
"What did they say Tateleh?"
She looked from Tony to Ziva with a huge grin on her face, already rivaling those of her father's. "They said 'quack'. Mommy, what does that mean?" She asked her mother, who spoke 10 different languages, with the utmost sincerity. Her eyes were serious, as if she thought her mother also knew how to speak duck, just like she could do anything else. To her, her mommy was superwoman.
Ziva smiled at her daughter. Tony was holding back laughter. "Hmm, let me think." Ziva pretended to think, a smile coming up on her daughter's face. "I think it means 'Hi! Can you feed me?'" She looked up quizzically at her mother, but Tony smiled and reached behind him, giving her daughter a few pieces of bread.
"Here baby. Go throw it at the ducks to feed them." She laughed.
"Daddy, ducks don't eat bread." She looked at Ziva. "Do they Mommy?"
"Why don't you go and find out?" Rebekah contemplated this for a second or two, then ran away back to the shore and tried to feed the ducks.
"That's smart, Mrs. DiNozzo. Gosh I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying that. Mrs. DiNozzo." Tony said happily, while Ziva laughed and kissed his cheek.
"Why thank you Mr. DiNozzo." She looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You better not get tired of it, because you're stuck with me forever."
Tony just smiled and held his wife closer to him. "There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with."