Tony looked up at Ziva who was sound asleep on top of him. He smiled and scooted her off his chest and onto the bed, where she would be more comfortable.
"What are you doing Tony?" Ziva asked, a bit groggy.
"I'm just moving you onto the bed where you would be more comfortable, honey. I can't imagine that my chest would be very comfy." Tony said.
"Well, it was." She said and curled up in a ball against his chest. She buried her head in his chest and Tony wrapped his arms around her bare back.
"I'm sorry. I love you, baby." He said and kissed the top of her head.
"It is okay, I love you too." Ziva said, her voice a bit muffled by his chest.
Tony smiled at the soft snores that followed that last comment; she looked so vulnerable in her sleep, nothing like when she was awake. He closed his eyes gently and buried his face in her hair. Tony couldn't imagine what he would do without her.
"I love you, so much." Tony whispered into Ziva's hair and lifted his head. He inched away from Ziva and climbed out of the bed, careful not to jostle the sleeping Ziva. Tony glanced at the clock, five thirty A.M. Tony headed to the kitchen, he was going to make Ziva breakfast in bed.
Tony looked in the refrigerator and grabbed eggs, blueberries, milk, and a whole bunch of other stuff to make pancakes, bacon, eggs, and sausage.
Tony mixed the pancake batter and added blueberries to make some famous DiNozzo Family Blueberry Pancakes. He put some on a skillet sitting on the stove and managed to burn only ONE of the five pancakes, so that there were only four. Tony then went to frying bacon and sausage. He actually didn't burn any of that. Tony finally scrambled the eggs and was finished making the food.
Tony looked in the cupboard and found a wooden tray. He sat it on the counter and got two white plates, a small, skinny vase, a fork, and a glass. He arranged it all on the tray to where it would fit and then began putting Ziva's food on the plates. After arranging the food, he put a bottle of syrup on the tray and poured orange juice in the glass.
Tony quickly ate his own food and then carried the tray into their room, and sat it on the bedside table.
"Hey, baby." Tony said. He brushed Ziva's hair back out of her eyes and kissed her forehead. "Happy birthday, I have another surprise for you."
Ziva pulled herself up on her elbows and looked at Tony holding the tray.
"You did this for me?" Ziva asked, wide eyed.
"Of course." Tony said and sat the tray across her lap.
"I knew there was a reason I married you, Tony." Ziva said and Tony went around and sat beside her on his side of the bed.
"Is that the only reason you married me?" Tony asked and planted a soft kiss on her lips, making sure not to knock the tray over.
Ziva narrowed her eyes and said, "Of course not, Honey. Your good looks went into account. Plus, I love you."
Tony smiled a hundred watt smiled and told Ziva, "I love you too, now eat. Your food will get cold."
Ziva picked up the fork and Tony leaned back into the pillows.
"Not bad, Tony." Ziva said.
"Thank you." Tony said and tried to swipe a piece of bacon off her tray.
"Back off, or I will stab you with this fork." Ziva said.
"You won't." Tony said and grabbed the piece of bacon. He stuck it in his mouth.
"What makes you think that?" Ziva asked.
"You said it yourself. You love me." Tony said and smiled.
Ziva huffed. "Yes. You are right, I do love you, but that will not stop me from stabbing you. Although, I couldn't stab you with a fork anyways, that's too… messy, and plus I have to eat off it. I will just have to get my knife." Ziva said playfully and opened the bedside cabinet.
"No. That's not necessary, Honey." Tony said, knowing that she would never stab him. "I won't steal anymore food."'
"Good." Ziva said and smiled.
Tony watched Ziva finish eating and then took her tray to the kitchen. Ziva followed.
"What do we do now?" Ziva asked.
"I'm going to take you shopping to get your present. You get to pick it out." Tony said.
"Ohhhh! This will be fun!" Ziva said and went to get ready.
Tony smiled and followed her. He slipped on jeans, his NCIS hat to cover his bed hair, and a NCIS hoody over his wife beater. He was then rushed out the bedroom door by a casually dresses Ziva, who was in some of his old Ohio state sweat pants and a tight fitting long sleeve white t-shirt, with her hair thrown up in a quick pony tail and a wide head band to cover most of the bumps from the quick job. Despite her casual look, Tony thought she never looked better.
"Tony! I'm driving!" Ziva said and jumped into the driver's seat.
"Damn it." Tony said and prepared for the long, dangerous, and possibly painful ride to the mall. Ziva just laughed and stomped on the gas.