Hello! I hope everybody had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I sure did. I am pretty sure that I gained at least 10 pounds. Thank you for your reviews! I may not be updating for awhile after this, for I have something very important to do. Anyway,
On with the story!
Five and a half months pregnant.
The skies were pink with fluffy white clouds. Adi, Kalev, and Ziva were running through a field of gumdrops and cotton candy. Tony smiled as he saw his beautiful wife picking lollipops off a candy cane tree. There was just one problem.
She wasn't pregnant.
Tony ran up to her, ready to ask what the hell was happening when all of a sudden, a loud noise stopped him in his tracks. He looked up to see a giant duck carrying two bundles in his beak.
"Here are your children, Anthony," the duck said, its voice sounding a lot like Ducky's. He dropped the bundles in Ziva's awaiting arms while the other children tried to take a look at what they had received.
Tony walked over to his wife and kids. The Israeli looked up with a loving smile from the two bundles in her arms.
"These are your children, Tony. Say hello to the twins," she said in a motherly tone of voice. Tony gave her a weird look before peering to the lumps of blankets in her arms.
There, in baby form, were the two most beautiful twins he had ever seen. Just when he was about to say something, another crash could be heard from above the family. The pink sky suddenly turned dark gray and the white clouds became dark black. He looked up to see the face of Eban Rassif, the man who stole his son about two years ago.
The man gave an evil laugh and grabbed the two babies from Ziva's embrace. He also slung Kalev and Adi over his shoulders before running away, leaving their parents behind in the dust…
Tony woke with a gasp. He looked around his dark bedroom, his breathing heavy. He almost sighed in relief when he saw Ziva sleeping peacefully beside him. He wrapped his arm around her waist to rest his hand on his wife's enlarged stomach and pull her closer.
Just as he was about to fall back asleep, the annoying sound of his alarm clock blasted through the room.
"You've gotta be kidding me."
Ziva stood at the countertop, flipping pancakes. Adi sat on the counter, watching her mother flip her breakfast. The little girl wore an adorable pair of jean corduroy's with red plaid suspenders and a light green shirt underneath. Her fuzzy red socks were brand new. A green headband pushed back her curly black hair.
Ziva flipped a pancake and looked to the hallway when she heard her husband walk down. His hair was sticking up on one side. He was dressed for work, but his tie was hanging limply around his neck and one sock was on his hand. The Israeli laughed at his appearance.
"You look like you fell off the wrong side of the bed, my little hairy butt," Ziva giggled. Adi copied her mother and put her hands over her mouth to conceal her giggles.
"It's 'woke up on the wrong side of the bed', Sweetcheeks. I didn't sleep well last night," Tony replied, licking his hand and wetting down his spiked hair, which popped back up. He gave an annoying look and grabbed the plate of pancakes that Ziva was holding out for him.
"Where's Kalev?" he asked, his mouth full of pancake. Kalev then came down the stairs with his shirt on wrong and his little pants on his head.
"Momma, me need help," he said. Tony and Ziva laughed. The little boy's head was through the place where his right arm should be, his left arm was where his head should be, and his right arm hung down through the shirt.
"C'mere, Bud," Tony said. Kalev walked into his father's arms. He fixed the boy's clothing and set him back down. The little boy then proceeded to wrap his arms around his mother's legs while she cooked.
"Momma, I flip cnapcake?"
After breakfast, the four sat down on the couch for a movie, considering Tony and Ziva were off work. The toddlers sat on their new beanbag chairs that they had bought a few days ago.
Halfway through the movie, Ziva poked Tony's shoulder.
"What?" he asked, turning his attention from the movie to his beautiful wife.
"I'm hungry," she replied, an innocent look on her face. Tony groaned in response.
"I'm guessing the cravings already started?" he asked, not really needing an answer. Ziva smiled weirdly and nodded. Tony sighed.
"Fine. What do you want?"
"I want ice cream…with chocolate, strawberries, pickles, and maple syrup," she concluded after a moment of thinking. Tony looked disgusted.
"Pickles? Syrup! Are you crazy!"
"I am pregnant, Tony, in case you have forgotten. You did this, so it is your job to make sure that I get what I want," Ziva summed up with a cheeky grin.
"Fine," Tony growled.
It was getting close to 12 o'clock. Tony and Ziva were in bed, looking at each other. They had put the kids to bed three hours ago and had been staring at each other ever since. Their bodies were pressed up against each other. Well, as much as they could manage with the twins. Their silent moment was cut off when a sharp kick emitted from Ziva's rounded belly.
The kick had hit Tony's chest, causing him to smile. They both lay there with their hands on their unborn children. The touching moment was brought to an end.
"Tony?" Ziva asked.
"Yes?" her husband replied.
"I'm hungry."
I am sorry that it was short, but I wanted to get it done quickly. I am not feeling the best, so it is most likely suckish. Please review! Goodnight!
-Aviva.