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Luzma- You make no sense to me. I speak French, Hebrew, and English, as it states on my profile. Yet you speak Spanish? If you can read my story in English, why could you not review in English as well?
I have nothing else to say, except for the fact that this chapter might not be long. I am very tired, so Angela might take over if I get too tired.
On with the story!
The next morning consisted of a rude awakening for Tony. He was kicked hardly in the shin and tossed from his comfortable bed. He opened his eyes to see the light from their master bathroom illuminating the dark master bedroom. Sounds of his beautiful and pregnant Israeli girlfriend retching could be heard from his position on the carpet.
He pulled himself up from the floor and walked towards the light, squinting. Ziva was clutching the toilet, her knuckles turning white with the pressure. Tony could see her stomach heave as she threw up the last traces of any food from the past twenty four hours.
She leaned back against the wall, pressing her face against the cool tile. Her face was pale and beats of sweat were beginning to make their way down her forehead. To make things short, she was miserable and Tony absolutely hated seeing her like that.
"Do you need anything, Zi?" he asked her, while sitting down next to her. She sighed and rested her head on Tony's chest, leaning back into his embrace.
"No, I am fine. I just cannot wait for this to be over," Ziva said as she snuggled into her boyfriend's t-shirt.
"Don't worrry, Sweetcheeks," Tony said while stroking her hair, "It'll be over soon. You've only got about a month or so to go. You can make it."
She nodded and closed her eyes. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, depositing her now sleeping form back into the comfortable bed. He pulled the dark blue and white comforter over Ziva.
He walked to the kitchen, being careful as to not awake Ziva and the kids who were most likely still asleep. Tony started making the coffee. When the machine started to make the delicious liquid, he started walking back upstairs.
The special agent walked to his children's rooms. When he peered in, they were both sound asleep. Kalev was curled up on his side, sucking his thumb. Adi was on her back, her arms and legs fanned out and a stuffed giraffe on her stomach.
When he heard Kalev groan, Tony walked up to the small bed, leaning over it. A pair of familiar brown orbs were staring back into his own.
"Hey there, Bud," Tony said while stroking his hair lovingly.
"Hi Dadda," the little boy yawned, reaching up to his father, indicating that he wanted to be held. He lifted Kalev into his arms and carried him into the living room. He turned his little head around the room, his eyes scanning for his mother.
"Whewe Momma?" he asked.
"Mommy's not feeling good again this morning. Hey, I have an idea. How about we make Mommy some breakfast?" Tony suggested. Kalev nodded and quietly clapped his hands, knowing that Ziva was still sleeping and most likely did not want to be awoken.
"What should we make her?" Tony asked.
"Cnapcakes!" Kalev somewhat shouted. His father looked kind of confused, and then he deciphered his son's answer.
"Oh! You mean pancakes. Yeah, I guess we could do that," he said.
"Yay! Cnapcakes! Cnapcakes!" the little boy cheered. Tony laughed as he got the ingredients out of the cabinets. He handed Kalev a bowl for mixing the batter.
"Bowl?" he said as the little boy took it to the table, standing on his tippy toes to reach it.
"Check."
"Wisk?"
"Check."
"Pancake mix?"
"Check."
"Milk?"
"C-check!" Kalev replied as he struggled to carry the heavy carton to the table. When he couldn't lift it, he just set the whole carton on the floor and walked back to his father. He waited for the next ingredient.
"Eggs?" he asked. His father shook his head.
"I don't think you should carry eggs, Bud. They break easily," Tony replied.
"Bweak?"
"Yes, break."
Within about five minutes, both Tony and Kalev had successfully mixed the pancake batter. Both of them had the sloppy substance in their hair.
"How long, Dadda?" Kalev asked from his spot on the counter top next to the griddle. He was impatiently staring at the circular spots, slightly amused by the bubbles erupting from them. He clutched the spatula in his right hand, occasionally chewing on the handle.
"Not long, Bud," Tony replied while wiping the pancake batter off of his son's face with a damp washcloth. A few more seconds passed.
"Are they done now?" Kalev asked innocently. Tony chuckled.
"They might be. Why don't you go ahead and flip them?"
Kalev clumsily held the spatula in place as he scooped the pancake on half of the utensil. He used a little too much force, causing the medium sized pancake to fly to the ceiling, sticking there.
"Dadda! Lookie!" Kalev squealed, pointing to the pancake above. They both suddenly burst out laughing, causing Adi to wake up from the bedroom and walk down the stairs to the kitchen. She appeared in the kitchen in her purple floral pajama's, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and staring weirdly at her brother and father.
"Daddy? Whatcha doin'?" she asked sweetly. Her black hair that usually framed her face and curled at the ends was messed up and tangled in an incredibly cute way.
"We makin' cnapcakes for Momma! Does you wanna help?" Kalev asked his sister.
Adi smiled and nodded, reaching up for Tony to put her on the counter with her brother.
About five minutes later, the three of them had the table set up with a stack of pancakes in the middle.
"Why don't you two go wake up Mommy while I get out the syrup and drinks?" Tony said as he reached the refrigerator. The two nodded.
Kalev and Adi came bounding down the stairs, hand in hand with a tired looking Ziva. The Israeli's hair was messed up, but she still looked beautiful.
"What is all this, Tony?" Her voice was a little hoarse from sleep.
"We make cnapcakes for you Momma to make you feel bettew!" Kalev said triumphantly. Ziva bent down carefully and gave them each a hug before picking them both up and setting them in their highchairs. Tony came and sat down in the chair next to her. She reached over and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"EWW!" Kalev and Adi shouted in union.
"Not at the table, Momma!" Adi added. Both parents laughed as they continued their breakfast.
When they were done eating, Ziva had picked up the platter that held the pancake in the middle of the table to wash.
"I am going to give you both baths after I finish the dishes. Tony, you need to shower as well. You still have pancake mix in your hair," she said with a smirk as she ruffled her boyfriend's hair.
Just as she was about to set the platter in the sink to be washed, the pancake from earlier fell from the ceiling, landing perfectly on the fine china. Ziva turned and looked at her family.
Kalev held up the spatula.
"I cook good, Momma!"
Wow. That took forever! I am sorry that I have not updated forever, but I have been very busy. Please review! I will update once more with at least 25 reviews! Goodnight!