A/N: I was thinking about writing it for awhile, so in my sick haze, I am finally doing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS; I do have rights to, Caleb.
Caleb Ari
Week 17, Monday
Tony's hand came down hard on the alarm clock to stop the loud beeping that erupted from it. The rolled over, expecting to feel Ziva's body, but all the felt was a cold vacant area. He lifted his head, opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock. The cold blue, almost white, numbers looked back at him with 6:15 A.M. He slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work.
When he walked out of the bathroom, the clock told him it was now 6:45. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Tony grabbed a bagel, cut it in half and put it in the toaster. He rested up against the counter, but turned around when he heard murmuring from the other room. He stood up and walked over to the bookroom. There, on the floor, sat Ziva. Caleb in her lap. One of Caleb's books in his lap, and she was reading it to him.
"I do not like green eggs and ham, Sam I am." She spoke softly and Caleb nodded his head sleepily. Ziva noticed this and closed the book after putting a bookmarker in between the pages.
"Why did you stop, Mommie?" She kissed his head.
"Because Little Man, you are still waking up. Come on, let us get you ready for daycare." She picked him out of her lap and stood.
"But Mommie!" He protested. "I do not wanna go! Can I go with you and Papa? Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Plea-"
"Okay, Okay. Let me call Auntie Jenny and see if it is okay. Go get ready." Caleb jumped for joy and ran up the stairs.
"Walk!" Ziva called him and sure enough he started to walk, fast, but walk none the less. Ziva laughed and walked into the kitchen.
"Tony, your bagel." She reminded him. Tony ran over to his breakfast and pulled out a burnt bagel, if you could call it that. Caleb came back down five minutes later ready to go with his parents to work. Ziva called Jenny and she said it was fine. Jenny also told Ziva that she was put on desk duty. Ziva just groaned. They drove Ziva's car to work, seeing as it was safer for Caleb. It was around noon and Ziva sat at her desk doing paperwork, while Caleb was with either Abby or Jenny. Once Ziva called off the threat she issued on Abby, she was huggier to Caleb.
"Mommie! Mommie! Lookie at what Auntie Abby maded me!" Caleb came running at her full force with a piece of paper in his hand. Ziva barely turned her chair so that Caleb didn't run into the side. He jumped in her lap and she used her hands to support him.
"Look Mommie! Is it not so budaful?" Ziva looked at the picture and laughed. On the eight by eleven piece of paper was a collage of photos of everyone in the office, including Kate, Ziva and Tony.
"Very beautiful." The rest of the day was uneventful. When they got home, Caleb and Ziva had their practice. Tony made them dinner, chicken. Ziva gave Caleb a bubble bath at seven. Than at eight thirty put him in bed, after reading him a story, of course. At nine thirty Ziva went to bed and a half an hour later Tony joined her.
Tuesday
Tuesday went much like Monday. Tony got up, took a shower, and went down stairs to see Caleb and Ziva already awake.
"Please!"
"Nope. You are going to daycare today. Caleb frowned and walked up to his room.
"So what do you want for breakfast?" Ziva had asked him.
"Uh, um, an omelet?" Ziva made him a cheese and ham omelet. At seven forty five they were out the door, dropping Caleb off at Debbie's Daycare. Tony and Ziva made it to work with two minutes to spare.
"Gear up. Dead Navy Seal. David, go be with Abby, since you finished all of your paperwork." Ziva nodded and walked into the elevator with them. The guys got out first and Ziva kept going down. Ziva stepped into Abby's lab or her Labby. She was first tackled by a hug and than by questions. Ziva sighed. This was going to be a long day.
Wednesday
"Gibbs, I have a doctor's appointment today." His face scrunched in concern.
"Are you okay?" Ziva nodded and her hand slid unconsciously to her belly. Gibbs noticed and nodded.
"Ah. I understand. Is DiNozzo going?" Ziva bit her lip and threw Tony a side glance.
"DiNozzo. You and Ziva are going to her doctor's appointment. When is it?"
"Two." It was nine fifty. Tony looked startled, but nodded. Quickly, two o'clock came around and the couple found them-self's sitting in a waiting room, waiting for her name to be called.
"Ziva Da-veed." A nurse called than looked up. A smile appeared on her face.
"Ah, Ziva. Back again I see." Ziva rolled her eyes.
"I was here after Caleb was born, you just were not." The nurse nodded and smile that clearly read 'Sure you were Ziva, sure you were'.
"Oh, this is Tony DiNozzo, my husband." The smile on her face was fake, but only a few would know that.
"I'm Tina Martine." She was good looking, Tony had to admit, but he only had eyes for one woman now. And she was standing right next to him.
"Good to meet you." He said. Tina led them to a small room and told Ziva to get in a gown. With no shame she took off her top and put the on the papery dress. Ziva jumped onto the examination table and waited. A minute or two later a woman pushed open the door. She had dark skin and darker eyes. Her hair had a slight curl in it and was a raven black. Her teeth were a pearly white, Tony noticed when she smiled. She was also a short plump woman, standing at five three.
"Hello again Ziva. And who is this?"
"Hello Morgan. This is Tony, my husband." Tony stood in the corner and waited until Morgan called him over.
"And this is your new baby." A soft thudding sound filled the room as a small peanut with a head came on the screen. Ziva sniffed and Tony realized she was crying. He grabbed her hand and she held on tight.
"I'll give you two sometime alone."
Thursday
"Is it a boy or a giwl?" Caleb asked after dinner. His head lay on Ziva's belly, her hand running through his hair, that wasn't spiked that day.
"I do not know Baby. Papa and I want to wait until they are born. Like we did with you." A couple of minutes past until Caleb lifted his head. Brown met brown like they usually did.
"Whewe do babies come fwom Mommie?"
"Babies come from…Uh…Babies come from a Mommie's belly."
"How do they get thewe?"
"Why not ask Papa. He will know." Just than Tony walked into the room.
"Ask me what?"
"Whewe do babies come fwom?" Caleb turned his head and now confused brown eyes met with panicked green ones.
"Um…Uh…The stork!" Tony exclaimed triumphantly. Both mother and son cocked their heads.
"Wha' is tha'?"
"Yes, Tony. Do tell."
"It's a really big uh bird. That um gives people babies and um yeah." Again Ziva and Caleb raised their eye brows. Tony wanted to laugh at how alike Ziva and Caleb were.
"A…bird gave you me?" Caleb asked. Tony nodded. Caleb and Ziva shared a look.
"Mommie, Papa is crazy." Ziva burst out laughing.
Friday
"I cannot believe Gibbs gave us the night off." Ziva said as she and Abby walked into the house.
"It's so unlike him, but it's been a hard week."
"Caleb will not be home until three and McGee and Tony should not be here until four or so. What do you want to do?"
"Can you teach me a song on the piano?" Ziva smiled whole-heartedly. At two, Abby knew the beginning part of 'Clocks' by Coldplay.
"Okay, try again." While Abby played, Ziva sang. Abby stumbled a bit, but Ziva just corrected her hands and had her continue.
Saturday
"What do you want to do Buddy?" Tony asked Caleb. Ziva was tired and suggested that while she took a nap, he and Caleb get to know each other. Caleb shrugged.
"Okay, how 'bout, let's see… I ask you a question, and you ask me one. Fair enough?" Both sat in Tony's room on the leather couch.
"Favorite color?"
"Owange. Same." He said.
"Blue. Light blue, not dark. Favorite food?"
"Apple-sauce. You?"
"Pizza. Reading or TV?"
"Weading. And you like TV."
"Right. You like to draw." He nodded.
"Me too."
"Mommie or giwls?"
"…Mommie."
Sunday
"Can we go to the pawk?" Caleb asked his Aunt Jenny.
"Of course, kid. Let's go ask Mommie." Ziva had said yes and they went to the park.
"I wove you Auntie Jenny." He said completely out of the blue. Jenny looked startled but replied with 'I love you too'.
"Mommie says tha' it is important to tell the people you wove tha' you wove them cause they might not be hewe tomowwow."
"It is important. When we get home, tell your Mommie that you love her bunches. Papa too if you want." Caleb got this disgusted look on his face.
TBC…
A/N: There you go. Chapter 17. I was eating skittles while writing this, and anyone who has read my 'Skittles' Tiva fic, would understand why that is funny. Did you like the format of this chapter? Lemme know, kay? Review please!