5 weeks later...

Ziva stood in her kitchen, spreading white frosting over and down the sides of a large three-layer cake.

The door to the garage opened..."Daddy's home..."...Tony sang out.

Gibbler started to bark as Tony entered the house. He knelt, rubbing the little beast on the top of the head..."Yeah, yeah, I see ya, I see ya...now go play in traffic."

Ziva glanced back at him, still icing the cake..."Did you get it?"

Tony stood, moving up behind Ziva, laying his chin on her shoulder, gently wrapping his arms around her..."What was IT again?"...He asked, kissing her on the side of the neck.

"Constance's gifts."...Ziva replied, licking at her fingers. Tony reached out his hand, trying to swipe some frosting, but Ziva smacked his hand..."That is for later."

"I just wanted a taste."...Tony insisted.

"I may let you lick the spatula, if..."...Ziva lifted her hand into the air, her index finger extended, covered in frosting.

Tony leaned forward with his head, opening his mouth, going after her frosting-covered finger.

Ziva held her hand away from him.

Tony sighed..."I picked up the boots and the locket."

Ziva smiled..."Thank you."...She started to move her finger back towards him, but quickly moved it to her own mouth, sucking on her finger.

Tony quickly spun her around, lifting and setting her on the counter, he moved between her legs and grasped her arm, easing her finger out of her mouth, it was clean. She started to softly chuckle, she opened her mouth, the tip of her tongue was covered in frosting.

With a quick smirk, he eased forward, taking her tongue into his mouth, kissing her deeply.

"Just one more week..."...Ziva gasped, closing her eyes.

"I know, you're going back to work."

"Yeah, but..."...Ziva smiled, wrapping her legs around his waist, bringing him closer, she opened her eyes and started stroking his tie sensually with both hands..."You know."

"Ohhhh, yeah...sex. Heh."

Gibbler started to growl.

"She's my wife, not yours, find your own."

Gibbler started to growl louder.

Tony turned his head, looking down at him..."Come on, man! I always give you table scraps, I even rub your belly sometimes, but still, you have to block the..."

Ziva snapped her fingers..."Gibbler!"...She pointed towards the door, the dog whimpered, turning and walking out of the kitchen.

"How do you do that?"...Tony asked.

Ziva pulled hard on his tie, kissing him, she slid her cheek along his and then started to whisper in his ear. She loosened her grip, allowing him to back away, she smiled provocatively at him, her hands slowly traveled down his chest, her fingers started to work at his belt..."Heh. Where's Constance?"

"Abby took her shopping for a birthday gift."

"And your mom?"

"With them."...She replied with a kiss, tugging at his belt until it was free from all the loops. She dropped it on the floor and slid her hand down the front of his pants.

Tony cupped her face with his hands and started to kiss passionately.

A baby started to cry, they both looked down at a baby monitor. Ziva lowered her head into Tony's chest and started to get off the counter.

"I got it."...Tony smiled, pressing his lips against her forehead..."Can I get a rain check?"...Ziva tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes at him..."Never mind. Heh."

Ziva slid off the counter, stepping towards the sink.

Tony fake grunted as he picked up his son..."Aww, you're getting so big!"...Tony kissed his son several times..."Well, you're not wet, did you have a bad dream, hmm? Can babies have dreams? Were you being chased by mommy's boobies? That's not really a dream, through, more like a fantasy. Heh. Well, for me anyway."

Ziva rolled her eyes, shaking her head listening to Tony on the baby monitor.

"How about a story, huh? A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away lived this woman, we'll call her mommy. She lived in wonderous place, we'll call it Israel, it's filled with bearded men and hot chicks, your mommy being one of them."

Ziva smiled, moving closer to the baby monitor.

"Then that was his guy, we'll call him daddy, yes we will. He's devilishly good looking, a tremendous dancer and extremely talented in so many ways, but some bad man hurt daddy and he could no longer play basketball, so he became a police officer. Yeah! Someone gave daddy a gun!"

The baby started to giggle.

"Then daddy met this guy who likes to slap people on the back of the head, we'll call him, boss, yeah, he's the boss!"

The baby giggled again.

"The boss likes to slap daddy on the back of the head. Why? I don't know, but daddy doesn't deserve most of them, some yeah, but not all, but the boss, he keeps hitting daddy, maybe you can talk to him about that, hmm...and then there's a goth girl, we'll call her Abby, she's...well, Abby. She gave you Bert, we'll call him...Bert?"...Tony moved to the rocking chair, sitting down..."Then there's Doctor Mallard."...Tony said with an English accent..."But we call him Ducky, then comes the Probie, he fancies himself a writer, he drives a Porsche, yet he still can't get laid, no he can't."

Tony held up his son, pressing and blowing his lips on his stomach, making a raspberry sound. His son laughs, making Tony smile..."Such a good boy! Hmm, but now that I think about it...the Probie might be probing Abby."

"Tony!"...Ziva said, moving into the nursery.

"What?"

"Give me the baby."...Ziva said, moving towards him.

"We haven't finished our story yet."

"I doubt he needs to know about McGee 'probing' anything."

"Heh."...Tony smiled..."Then there's your big sister, she loves you...a lot, always sayin' she wants to eat you up, but mommy won't let her, because that would be cannibalistic and we can't have that, can we. Yeah, such a happy boy!"

Tony reached out and was about to hand their son to Ziva, but stopped..."Then mommy and daddy met and you happened...I love you."...Tony pressed his lips to his son's head..."The end."

Ziva smiled, taking their son. She moved to the crib, carefully placing him inside, she turned back, looking at Tony.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to work on cleaning it up."

Ziva just smiled as she made her way back to Tony, she dropped to her knees in front of him and slowly unzipped his pants.

"Heh. Speaking of cannibalism."

"We're home!"...Constance called out.

"Oral coitus interruptus."...Tony groaned..."If it's not one child, it's the other."

Ziva quickly zipped up Tony's pants, making her way to her feet..."We're in the nursery."

Tony patted his crotch and let out a sigh of relief that she didn't cut part of it off.

Constance walked through the door, licking her fingers..."Good frosting, Mom."...She moved over to the crib..."There he is, lookin' all yummy!"...She reached down, picking him up, giving him a several kisses, she laughed..."I'm telling you, this kid smells just like gummi bears!"

Tony stood from the rocking chair, holding out his hand, a small box was in his palm..."Happy birthday, Pumpkin."...He smiled.

"Aww, what is it?"...Constance looked surprised.

"Heh. You know what is it, you little shit."

"Shh, not in front of the baby, Daddy, remember, say smurf instead."

"Sorry, you little...smurf?"

"Heh. Yeah, doesn't sound as good, huh?"...Constance turned to Ziva..."Hold Two for a minute."

Ziva shook her head..."Do you have to call him 'Two?'"

"We'll he'd be Three if Grandpa was around more. Heh."...Constance sprinted to her father, taking the box. She quickly opened it..."Aww, a heart locket...how did you know I wanted it? Heh."...She held up the necklace, opening it...one side have a photo of Tony, Ziva, her and the baby, while the other side had a photo of Gibbler..."I'll wear it, always."...Constance hugged her father..."Thanks, Dad!"...She turned, looking at Ziva..."Mom."

"We got you something else."...Ziva announced.

Constance smiled..."Oh, really? I love surprises!"

"Ziva's pregnant again!"...Tony proclaimed.

"Ha! Nice try, Dad. I'm gonna be a doctor, remember? Although, you two are insane."

"I am not pregnant, we got you something else, something you have been wanting."

"A Ferrari?!"

"Heh. Something a tad less expensive."...Tony grinned, leaving the nursery.

Constance turned to Ziva..."A Lamborghini?"

"Stop being like your father."...Ziva said, rocking the baby.

"Sorry, I can't, it's in the genes."

"True."...Ziva nodded.

Tony stepped back in the nursery, carrying a large bag.

"Oh, a big, big bag...what is it?"...Constance greedily rubbed her hands together.

"Open it."...Tony instructed with a smile.

Constance took the bag from her father, dropping to her knees in the middle of the nursery, she pulls a large box out of the bag, she opens it, opening up a set of tissue paper, revealing a pair of black knee high leather boots..."Wow, you bought me hooker boots?"

"What?"...Tony cocked his head, caught off guard by her comment..."They're not..."

"Heh. I'm kidding! I love 'em!"...She stood up, hugging her father again.

"Where is my mother?"...Ziva asked.

"In the kitchen, I think, why?"

"No, her sweet tooth!"...Ziva handed Constance the baby and ran towards the kitchen, finding her mother standing over the cake, frosting on her lips..."Ima!"

Her mother turned, licking at her lips..."It's good."

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"Housekeeping!"...A Latina woman called out, sliding a keycard into an electronic lock. She opened the door, a strong stenched filled her nostrils as she peered into darkness..."Hola?"