Spooning in bed, Tony and Ziva snore in rhyme. His arm cradling her, holding her close within his embrace.
A gentle knock at the door, Ziva turns over, pressing her chest against his. She wraps her legs around one of Tony's, pulling herself tighter into him.
The door slightly opens..."Dad?"...Constance softly spoke.
Tony turns over to his back, letting out a slight moan. Ziva raises her head, looking towards the door..."What is it? Something wrong?"
Constance starts to open the door, but stops..."Are you decent?"
Ziva blinks her eyes rapidly, sitting up, lifting and holding a light blue comforter to her chest, she looks over, making sure Tony was covered..."Yes."
Constance opens the door..."I made you guys breakfast."
"What time is it?"...Tony yawned.
"Time to eat."...Constance laughs..."Now come and eat, before it gets cold."...She turns and leaves, closing the door behind her.
Tony turns, looking at Ziva..."Aren't we suppose to be the parents?"
Ziva smiles..."Well."...Tony quickly turns over, kissing her.
"No sex!"...Constance yelled through the door.
Ziva chuckles..."Come on, Tony, she made us food."
"I was already feasting on something."...Tony turns, falling to his back.
Ziva gets out of bed, putting on her pink silk robe.
"Noooo, don't put clothes on...I love you naked."
"But Constance does not."
"Yeah, that would be awkward. Heh."
Ziva moves around to Tony's side of the bed, kneeling next to him on the bed, she leans down, kissing him, her hand wanders under the comforter..."Are you getting out of bed?"
Tony smiles..."Maybe."
Tony closed his eyes, he inhales then exhales deeply..."Tony, do not make me drag you out of this bed by your."
"Technically, that's sex, Zee-vah."...He grinned, but quickly opened his eyes as she started to chuckle..."Let go! Let go! I'm up! I'm up! Let go! Let go!!"
Ziva leans down, kissing him softly on the lips..."Good boy."
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Constance stood in front of the kitchen table in her smurf pajamas, smiling as Ziva enters the kitchen..."I made pancakes, bacon, ham, sausage, scrambled eggs and those blueberry muffins you love, Ziva."
"Did you make enough?"...Ziva asked, looking at a huge spread of food on the table.
"Do you think I should've made more?"...Constance said, looking back at the table.
Ziva laughs, grabbing Constance hand..."I was joking."
'Oh!"...Constance softly chuckles..."I made you some tea."
Ziva nods, sliding past Constance..."Toda."
Tony appears in the doorway, wearing sweats and t-shirt, he breathes in..."God, I love the smell of fried pork in the morning."...He grinned.
"Heh. Merry Christmas, Dad."...Constance smiled.
He moves to her, kissing her on the forehead... "Merry Christmas, Pumpkin."...He pulls back, lifting his right hand, a small green box with a red box sat in the palm on his hand.
"For me?"
"Open it."...He smiled.
Constance takes the box from her dad, opening it. She pulls out a key with a Mini Cooper insignia on it..."Dad?"
"You're going off to college, Constance, you're gonna be a long way from us. You're going to need a reliable car and she is, she's been through about 6 accidents and still running strong."
"5!"...Ziva quickly replied.
"Heh. Sorry, 5."
Constance quickly hugs her father..."Thanks, Dad."...She leans back, looking at Ziva, tears in her eyes..."Mom."
Ziva tilts her head slightly, Constance was smiling at her, she holds out her hand in Ziva's direction.
Ziva stands, moving towards them, she joins the hug, crying.
"Ah, stop crying you two."...Tony said, rubbing both of their backs..."That's my kryptonite."
"I'm sorry."...Ziva replied, crying..."I love my family."
Ziva leans back, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. She lifts her hand and runs her fingers through Constance's hair..."Tell him, motek."
"Tell me what?"...Tony looked at Ziva, then at Constance.
"I'm not going to Harvard, Dad."
"What? What do you mean? But, I thought...you wanted to go."
"Dad, I can't. I won't. I just."...Constance struggled.
"Tony, she wants to go to Georgetown and live here, with us."...Ziva helped her out.
Tony looks at Ziva..."Can I?"...Constance asked.
His swings his head towards her and smiles..."Of course you can. For as long as you want."
Constance buries her face into her father's chest..."I love you, Daddy."
Tony kisses Constance on the top of the head..."I love you, too."
Constance pulls back..."I can keep the car, though, right?"
"Heh. Yeah, you can keep the car."
"Can we eat now?"...Ziva sniffled.
Tony and Constance both laugh.
"What?"...She sniffled again..."I'm hungry."