A/N: So I think some people were confused, but none of the drabbles from the first section and none of the drabbles from this section are related in any way. Thanks for reading.
~*Knowingly*~
"Please, Tony." McGee laughed as he looked from his desk to the senior field agent's. "You guys got pregnant and then got married. You didn't knowingly choose forever with each other."
"McGee." Ziva hissed with her deadliest glare. "Shut up."
"I'm just saying." McGee shrugged as he shivered under Ziva's intense look.
"Well stop." Ziva said as she glanced at her husband who was suddenly deep in thought with a hurt, yet lost look on his face. "Look what you did."
"He was asking for it!" McGee defended as he threw his hands up.
"He was not. He was just being Tony, but since you are so bitchy today since you got stood up you are taking it out on him." Ziva roared.
"You two, knock it off." Gibbs said as he entered the squad room and looked between McGee and Ziva. "Go home, enjoy what's left of the weekend."
"Sure thing." McGee said as he grabbed his things and left with a huff.
Ziva gathered her things quietly as she watched Tony who was moving even slower than her. He hadn't looked at her once since McGee's outburst. She sighed softly as she got up from her desk and stood in front of his.
"Ready?" she asked softly and Tony nodded as they headed to the elevators together. Normally he would reach out to hold her hand, but this time she reached out for his.
A couple hours later dinner was finished, the dishes were done and Ziva was currently struggling to bathe her daughter.
"No, Mommy." Leah whined as she rubbed her eyes furiously and Ziva reached for the shampoo. "I want Daddy."
"You just want him because he does not make you get a bath." Ziva said as Leah pouted. "Plus Daddy's tired tonight, he had a rough day."
"Sad Daddy." Leah said as she allowed her mother to wash her hair.
"Yeah." Ziva said and rinsed her daughter's blonde hair. "So make sure you give him a big goodnight kiss, okay?"
"'tay." Leah grinned as her mother wrapped her in her favorite towel and let the tub drain as she brought her into her room to dress her for bed. "Daddy, Daddy."
"Yeah?" Tony asked from the couch as he looked down the hallway where his daughter was running towards him. "What's up, beautiful?"
"Mommy's makin' me go ta bed." She said as she settled on her father's lap. "I came to say goodnight." She smiled as she stood slightly and placed a kiss to her father's forehead. The same way he kissed her goodnight, every night. "Night Daddy."
"Night baby." Tony smiled as Leah climbed off his lap and ran to where Ziva was smiling. Tony stood from the couch and caught Leah from behind before she could escape down the hallway. "I love you."
"I know, silly." Leah laughed as she reached for her mother. "Wove you too, Daddy." She said over her mother's shoulder as Ziva brought her into her room and read her their usual story.
"She good?" Tony asked as Ziva came into the bedroom and got ready for bed.
"Sound asleep." Ziva said with a yawn as she flicked the bathroom light off and sat next to her husband. "Why are you so bothered by what McGee said? Because you are angry he thinks that or worried because you don't want me to know it may be true?"
"What?" Tony almost whimpered, his voice sounding like he'd been knocked out of air. "What do you mean it may be true?"
"I knowingly chose forever with you, as McGee put it. And I did so before we got pregnant." Ziva said as she turned towards Tony and cupped his jaw. "That does not mean I thought we would be forever, but I wanted it and it was a matter if you did too."
"I did." Tony said quickly. "I do."
"Me too." Ziva smiled as she crawled under the covers. "We will play a prank on McGee tomorrow."
~*Dinner Date*~
"Mommy?" Owen asked shyly as he stood next to the couch where Ziva read.
"Yes, love?" Ziva asked as she closed her book to look at her son.
"Can I take you to dinner?" he asked as he opened his palm to reveal two crumbled ten-dollar bills. "I still have money from my birthday."
"I can pay, sweetie." Ziva smiled as she kissed Owen.
"I want to." Owen said as he moved in front of her. His green eyes were watery as he waited for a response. "You've been so sad since Daddy died."
"I'm sorry Owen." Ziva said as she brought him into her lap and wrapped him in a tight hug as he cried into her shoulder.
"He could still come back." Owen stated as he looked at his mom and wiped one eye with his sleeve.
"No, Owen." Ziva said softly as she pushed his blonde hair away from his eyes. "But we have our memories." As soon as the last word left her mouth Owen's eyes filled with new tears. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"I can't 'member how he sounds." Owen cried, his voice quivering. "Does that make me bad?"
"Oh no." Ziva said as she hugged her son tighter, now crying herself. "You are not bad, Owen. You are still so young and it's been four months since you heard him."
"I want to hear him again." Owen cried as he wrapped his arms tight around his mother's neck. "Real bad."
"I know, baby, me too." Ziva said as she stroked her son's back until he fell asleep.
~*New Tattoo*~
Tony sighed as his head rested in his girlfriend's lap and she continued to stroke his hair and massage his scalp. She was intent on the watching the news while he was waiting to put a movie on.
"What are you sighing about?" she asked as she looked down at him then back to the news.
"Nothing." He sighed again and she laughed as she twirled his hair.
"Okay." She smiled as he kept his eyes on her. "I like your hair shorter."
"Why?" Tony asked confused as the T.V. went to commercial.
"I like it spikier." She smiled down at him running her hand through his hair again spiking it all up. "Like that animal, um-."
"Porcupine." Tony laughed as reached up and took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to her palm. "You're putting me to sleep."
"I know." She said softly and continued playing with his hair.
"You're trying to get me to talk, too." He said and looked up at her, noticing her new Star of David necklace and smiled.
"I am." She admitted. "So either go to sleep or talk." She laughed and he glared at her.
"Or what?" Tony tested.
"I will go home and go to sleep myself and you will be here watching the movie all by your self." She said evenly as he sat up. "Sighing."
"So, what? You're not gonna spend the night?" Tony asked with a pouted lip and Ziva laughed and gently kissed him and pulled back before he could deepen it. "Mean."
"You'll live." She laughed and turned her attention back to the news as Tony placed his arm around her shoulders and nuzzled her neck.
"My father hit on you." Tony whispered against her neck and kissed behind her ear. "My father hit on Abby."
"He was a charmer." Ziva said as Tony kissed the shell of her ear then down her jaw.
"But you're mine." Tony whined and sighed frustrated that Ziva didn't understand his frustration.
"Am I?" Ziva smiled and straddled his lap and his face fell into a frown. "What?"
"What do you mean, am I?" Tony asked softly and Ziva cupped his cheek and kissed him. "Don't distract me, babe." He said as the kiss broke for air.
"I don't know, Tony, we have never officially claimed each other." She laughed and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Guess what?" Tony smiled as he looped his arms around her hips. "I officially claimed you a while ago."
"Is that right?" Ziva laughed and Tony grinned. "I should get a tattoo then, yes?"
"Yeah!" Tony said with one of his brightest smiles. "You should get a T right here." Tony said as he lifted up her shirt and drew a circle low over her right hipbone. "or on the inside of your other thigh." He smirked and she swatted his chest.
"Why a T?" Ziva asked with a devilish smirk.
"T for Tony." Tony said like a first grader.
"How about I get Anthony DiNozzo Jr's written across my forehead?" Ziva laughed and Tony gave her a boyish grin. "I am kidding. I am not getting another tattoo."
"Shame." Tony grumbled as he squeezed her hips and she squirmed.
"Is that what was bothering you so much? Your father flirting?" Ziva questioned as she pushed his hair back down.
"He bothers me, everything." Tony groaned as he rested his head on the back of the couch. "Especially him hitting on you."
"You do not have to worry, Tony, I already chose my DiNozzo." She said as she placed her hands on his cheeks so he would look at her.
"I hope you made the right choice." Tony smirked as he brought her mouth to his.
"I am fairly certain I did." Ziva smiled as she kissed up his jaw and kissed the sweet spot on his neck by his ear.
~*Blanket War*~
"Ziva." Tony protested as Ziva cocooned herself in the comforter. "Ziva." He repeated as he tried to tug a corner out of her hands.
"Tony, stop." Ziva said gripping the blanket tighter.
"Stop?" Tony laughed still tugging on the blanket. "I'm freezing my balls off."
"Then put on some pants." She mumbled as she rolled onto her stomach. "'cause I know what happens when you get got cold. Don't poke me with anything."
"Then give me some covers." Tony whined as he wrapped himself around Ziva. He buried his face close to hers as he threw his leg over hers and pulled her closer.
"Tony." Ziva complained as she tried to push him away from her. "Leave me alone."
"Give me some covers, women." Tony said and kissed the shell of her ear. "Pretty please?"
"What does that even mean?" Ziva yawned. "Pretty please. It simply does not make sense."
"I don't know, Zi. I'll google it for you tomorrow if you give me some covers." Tony bargained as he pushed stray hairs from her closed eyes. "Please, Ziva, you know I can't sleep with out blankets."
"Okay Tony." Ziva said as she held her grip on the covers but took her arm out from under her and wrapped it around her whiny partner. "Better, love?"
"Much." Tony smiled as he kissed her and she snuggled against him.
~*Keeping Things Even*~
"He's so small." Tony said as he lay on his side facing his four-month-old son.
"Did not feel so small giving birth to him, Tony." Ziva laughed as ran her finger down his cheek and he smiled up at her.
"Yeah, that's gotta suck." Tony laughed. "I bet George didn't like it either."
"I can understand that." Ziva smiled as she dropped her arm and rested her head next to George's.
"I'm glad we have, well had, sex a lot." Tony laughed and George turned his head to look at his father.
"Of course you are. You love sex." Ziva laughed and followed with a yawn.
"I love George more." Tony said as he brought George closer to his body and kissed the tip of his nose. "And he knows it."
"I know, Tony." Ziva smiled as she watched George stare up at Tony amazed.
"Do you ever think about it?" Tony asked as stroked the black fluff on top of his son's head.
"Think about what?" Ziva asked as George wrapped his hand around Ziva's finger and brought his tiny hand to her mouth for a kiss.
"How we had sex and nine months later there he was." Tony said as he looked from the baby to Ziva. "Seriously, Ziva, we weren't even trying, it just happened."
"I know." Ziva laughed as she leaned over George and kissed Tony softly.
"When do you wanna have another one?" Tony smirked as he lay on his back and settled the sleepy baby on his chest. George sighed contently as he snuggled against his father's chest, a small smile on his face.
"Another one?" Ziva questioned as she rested her head on Tony's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her. "Tony, George is only 4 months old."
"I know." Tony said as he titled to his head to look at his now sleeping baby. "But still I want them to be close in age."
"Maybe next year." Ziva laughed as a gummy smile appeared on George's face as he slept.
"But you agree to having at least one more right?" Tony asked pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"At least one more?" Ziva asked looking up at him confused. "How many do you plan on having?"
"Four." Tony said simply. "You know keep things even."
"Well for now I would like to just focus on George." Ziva smiled and kissed her sleeping baby then her smirking husband.