Storm

" I love you, you know that?"

Ziva rolled her eyes as her husband slid into bed next to her, his arm almost instantly curling itself around her waist. Outside, the wind howled, and the rumbles of thunder were becoming roars.

" Mhm. And you know that that love is returned twofold?"

She let a giggle slip at the soft scratch of stubble on the nape of her neck as Tony planted a gentle kiss.

" Always."

" Such a charmer."

" I do try."

She laughed again, turning herself to face him in his arms, and laying her forehead gently against his bare chest.

" You know, I've been thinking."

" That's always a dangerous thing."

" You wound me, love."

Ziva leant up and pressed her lips to his, as a way of apology. It was a full minute before either pulled away, and Tony continued.

" I've been thinking. I know we have 3 perfect children..."

He glanced down at his wife, who was watching him with a knowing smile written across her face, dark eyes locked to his.

" But it couldn't hurt to have one more."

Ziva raised an eyebrow, smile still playing across her lips.

" One more?"

" We'll see how it goes. I was thinking one for the moment."

Tony grinned innocently, or as innocently as he could possibly muster.

" And this isn't just a ploy, husband dear?"

" A ploy? Whatever for?"

Ziva let a finger trace the soft dips in his chest, eyes still on his.

" Just for...the practice?"

" You think I'm that awful a person? Though admittedly, I do like the practice..."

There was a laugh from the woman in his arms, a warm, loving laugh, as her fingers traced lower, across his abdomen.

" Why another child then?"

" Because I love you. I love our children. And I think Abi could do with a sister. Or maybe another brother, y'know, to help scare off any potential boyfriends."

" Tony, she's 5."

" 6 in a month."

" Any other reasons?"

Tony shifted, leaning down and kissing her cheek, murmuring softly in her ear.

" Because I think you're beautiful when pregnant."

" Am I not beautiful anyway?"

" Stunning. But simply breathtaking when you're carrying my child..."

Ziva let her fingers wind gently in his hair, her lips finding his again as he pulled himself on top of her, letting his own hands wander as the now near continious lightning lit up the room. Several minutes later, it was beginning to get heated. Tony's lips had found Ziva's neck, and her hands had found the waistband of his boxers, when a small voice rang out.

" Mama?"

The effect was instant. Both parents froze, staring, before clambering away from each other in a flurry of sheets. Ziva flicked on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room, to show both Tony and Abi standing, hand in hand, eyes wide. There was silence between the two parties, before the children burst into giggles.

" Ewwww! You were kissing!"

" Yucky yuck yuck! Mama, you'll get cooties!"

" Mummy and Daddy, sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G."

" First comes love."

" Then comes marriage!"

" Then probably cooties!"

" Don't be silly, Mummy already has cooties! She kisses Daddy too much."

" You need to stop it Mama. You'll die from cooties!"

In amongst the children's chatter, both Tony and Ziva let out a relieved sigh, sharing slightly guilty looks between them, as well as a tinge of red. Tony was the one to cut the children off.

" Is there a reason you two are out of your beds? Interrupting...cuddle time?"

" You weren't cuddling, you were snogging!"

Both children burst into giggles again, as even Ziva couldn't keep a straight face. A loud burst of thunder shook the house, causing an abrupt end to the laughter, as Abi whimpered, and Tony covered his ears.

" Don't like it, Mama."

Ziva glanced at her husband, and gave a defeated sigh. Tony's dream of a fourth child would have to wait. These ones came first. With a soft smile, she lifted the duvet, letting the two whimpering children into the bed, as a wail came over the baby monitor. Tony laughed.

" It just not fun without everybody, is it?'

He left Ziva to settle the two eldest, and made his way through to the nursery, where a tearful Timmy sat in his crib, brown eyes wide with fear, instantly pulling himself up and raising his arms for Tony at the sight of him.

" Hey little man! You scared too, huh?"

Timmy snuffled, burrowing his head into Tony's neck, and wrapping his chubby arms around his father. Tony soothed him gently, a hand running through the downy brown curls on his son's head.

" C'mon, it's okay. Daddy's got you. Just a bit of thunder, huh?"

" No like. Sca'wy."

Tony sighed, making his way back to the master bedroom, murmuring gently to the trembling toddler. Ziva had both Tony and Abi curled up with her, and the elder Tony soon joined them with the baby, placing him between his siblings, pulling the covers over them all and snuggling in.

" It's like a sleepover!"

" Yeah! All cozy and together!"

" Toge'fer!"

As the children babbled, Tony caught his wife's eye, and laughed, reaching over to have a final kiss. It might not have been quite what he had in mind, but this was perfection in its own sense.

" Gross! Get a room!"

" Eww Mama! Daddy!"

" Icky!"

So, I had a request from mprmusings for some Tiva loving (with objecting kiddies!), and this is what happened, so I hope you enjoy :D Assignment Part 2 isn't quite ready yet, and I do like to write and update quickly, so this is to keep y'all going til I get it done.

Timmy finally gets to speak, hooray!