Chapter Twenty-Two

"Come on Zee-vah." Tony begged, "it's a tradition! He has to go trick-or-treating! Please!"

"Tony he's nine months old. No way." Ziva held Conner close to her which Tony had dressed in a Winnie The Pooh costume.

"Oh come on Ziv. It's a tradition for kids across America. Please?" Tony begged more.

Ziva shook her head sitting on the couch with Conner, "no. He is not going. He does not need candy nor does he have the teeth for it."

"Yes he does. Look." Tony walked over, "Conner smile."

Conner looked at Tony and grinned, flashing his new teeth, there were a few more now.

"He's not going Tony. I am his mother and I say he's not going."

"Zee-vah!" Tony complained, "I'm his dad. I say he should go."

"He's not going!" Ziva argued.

"Your depriving him of a wonderful experience Ziva!" Tony whined.

"You want candy so bad go and buy it. But Conner is not going trick-or-tricking."

"Trick-or-treating. Please Ziva."

"No!" Ziva glared at Tony, "me and Conner are staying home. You can go if you want. But Conner is staying here to watch a movie with me. He is too young to trick-or-treater."

"Treat! Trick-or-treat! Come on Ziva please!"

"Tony! I am going to kick your-"

He covered her mouth, "don't say it in front of Conner."

Ziva stood and brought Conner to her room and gave him a few toys, "stay here for a moment tateleh." She walked back into the living room and glared at Tony, "he is staying home. You say one more damn word about it, I will personally kick your ass."

Tony kept looking at Ziva. He wanted to bring Conner trick-or-treating but if he asked one more time he knew Ziva would do what she said. "Alright. Fine." He kissed her forehead, "I won't ask again."

Ziva nodded, "thank you." She went to get Conner again blushing.

Conner reached up to her, "up mom."

Ziva picked him up, "hi tateleh."

Conner hugged her then pulled on the costume, "out."

"You want out of it?" Ziva asked as she walked into the living room.

Conner nodded and tried to grab the zipper with chubby fingers.

Ziva smiled and helped him un-zip the costume. She sat him next to Tony and helped him out of it. "There you go."

"Dad!" Conner climbed into Tony's lap. Ziva sat where Conner did.

Conner looked at Ziva and Tony's hands. He picked up Tony's hand and put it on Ziva's hand. "There."

Ziva looked at their hands then looked at Conner, "Conner."

Tony chuckled nervously, "your just the cutest," yet he didn't move his hand away from Ziva's.