Okay, I couldn't leave my day without posting this, so here's there second coming of Tony's Proposal.
Dinner With Dad:
"That a no?" Tony asked softly and all Ziva could do was stare. "Um-." A soft knock at the door shook Ziva out of her shock, "I'll get it." Ziva told Tony as she removed her hand from the crib. She hurried over to her front door, she opened the door and her smile quickly disappeared.
"Father." She said rather quietly. "Ziva, my dear." Eli said as he kissed Ziva's forehead, and stepped into her apartment. "How are you?" he asked. "I am fine papa." Ziva said as she tucked a few strands behind her ear with her left hand. Eli quickly grabbed her hand, and pulled it in front of his face to examine it. "What is this?" Eli asked astonished. "I got married, papa" Ziva said meekly. Eli smiled, "To whom?" "Hey, Zi, you've been out there a long time. You can't just leave somebody on the flo-." Tony said as he walked out of the nursery, but stopped quickly when he saw Eli David standing in the living room. "Him?" Eli said pointing to Tony, his smile dropping. "Me?" Tony said in a thick Hebrew accent, possibly trying to mock Eli, pointing to himself. Ziva threw Tony a dagger, "Yes, Aba. I married Tony." "Well, that is interesting, why was I not told?" "Well-." Ziva started, but she stopped when Rivka and Aunt Nettie walked in, "Ziva, dear why is-." Rivka looked up and stood there staring. "Eli." Aunt Nettie breathed. "Netanya, Rivka." Eli nodded. "Shalom." Rivka said quickly.
"Let us start dinner" Ziva announced.
The dinner was awkward and mostly silent, as Tony and Ziva kept their eyes on their plates. While everybody else eyed each other. "So, Ziva is anything else new? Besides you becoming married?" Eli asked. "No." Ziva answered quickly, Aunt Nettie was about to say something when Ziva sent her a death glare across the table. Aunt Nettie for the first time, after being here shut her mouth, "So why are you here Eli?" Rivka asked. Eli shrugged, "A father cannot see his daughter?" "Too bad he's not a father." Tony whispered in Ziva's ear, and she kicked his leg.
"How long have the two of you been married?" "4 years." They both answered in unison. "And still no children?" Eli asked surprised. "Uh, no. We've just been too caught up in work." Tony answered as Rivka and Aunt Nettie looked across the table, surprised, he would lie. Eli nodded, "Where is your restroom?" Ziva played with her thumbs under the table, "Second Door, on the left. Down the hall." Ziva answered. Eli excused himself for the table and walked down the hall and took the first door on the right. Tony and Ziva put their head in their hands, as Eli walked into the nursery. Ziva groaned quietly and Tony grabbed her hand quickly, and rubbed it gently. "If we leave now, we can be in Atlanta in like, 4 hours." Tony whispered, and Ziva giggled quietly. "Ziva!" Eli called; Ziva slowly got up from the table and walked into the nursery, where Eli shut the door. "Care to explain?" he asked. Ziva glared at him, "Explain what?"
"This Aimee nonsense."
"Aimee is not nonsense. Aimee is my daughter, I am having a child." Ziva said calmly. Eli glared at Ziva from across the room, "And you were not going to tell me, you just lied to me in there!" Ziva shrugged, "I just found out myself." "What about the name?" Eli asked, stepping a little closer. "Tony and I chose that name. We both like it." Eli came, step by step closer to Ziva, "You want me out of your life!" He roared. He grabbed neck and held it tightly, "So be it!" he screeched. Ziva face started turning shades of blue as he lifted her off the ground still taking a hard grip on her neck. "It's just a name." she breathed, or at least tried too. Eli pinched the skin of her stomach, firmly. "My grandchild will not have a name I do not approve of! And I will not be lied too!"
"Too the hell bad." Tony growled. Eli turned around still gripping her throat. "You will not talk to me like that!" Eli roared. "You will not talk to me like that!" Tony mocked.
Eli let his grip go of Ziva's neck and she collapsed to the floor, "I think you're just upset because Ziva didn't get knocked up a top notch assassin!" Tony shouted. Eli rolled his eyes, "Oh Please! I just do not want my daughter to waste her life on a failure like you!" Tony narrowed his eyes, "Get the hell out of my house." Eli scowled over at Ziva, "My years of training, wasted on a piece of filth like you." He brushed past Tony and stormed out of the apartment. Tony bent down beside Ziva and pulled Ziva into his arms. Ziva sobbed into his shirt, coughing, and gasping for air. "Zi, Sssshhh, you're gonna make yourself sick." He whispered. Ziva coughed as more tears ran down her cheeks, Tony gently stroked her hair. He gently cradled her head against his chest; he had never seen her cry this much, probably less when she was a child. "It's okay." He said as she rubbed her back. Ziva wiped the tears from her eyes, but they still kept falling.
"Do you want me to get you some tissue?" Tony asked, and Ziva shook her head. She wrapped her arms around his chest and buried her head in his chest. "I want you." she mumbled. Tony eased them both down, so they could lie on the floor. He gently stroked her cheek, "I'm sorry." She murmured quietly. Tony kissed her forehead, "It's not your fault. The stork just dropped you in the wrong nest." Ziva lifted her head off of his chest and looked at him curiously. "What's a stork?" With that Tony spent the rest of the night explaining what a stork was, before he realized Ziva was asleep, deeply. He could see her flinch and move in his arms. He his hand slowly drifted down to her stomach where, he stroked it gently. "I love you, Aimee Genesis."
He whispered, and he swore that he felt his baby girl kick his hand. He knew it was too early for a kick, but he still grinned. "Yes, I felt that too." Ziva whispered sleepily, Tony leaned down and kissed her head. "That's our baby girl."
"Tony?" Ziva said quietly. "Yeah sweet cheeks?" "I'll keep your ring." Tony sat up slightly so Ziva could look him in the eyes. "That a yes?" He asked grinning, and Ziva nodded,
"Yes, I will marry you."