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Dinner

" No."

" Abi."

" No."

" Abi, sweetheart, c'mon."

" No!"

" Just a little bite."

" No."

" Abigail."

" Daddy?"

Tony gave a frustrated sigh, whilst his daughter smiled sweetly from her chair.

" You need to eat your dinner."

" It looks like slugs."

" What? It does not!"

" I think it does. And you said never to lie! And never to let people make you do things you don't want to do. And I do not want to eat that!"

" Stop using Daddy's words against him! Now, honey-"

" You only call me honey when you want something."

" You sound like your mother. Definitely not a good thing."

The little girl shot him a dark look, causing Tony to instantly panic.

" Why is that Daddy? Is something wrong with Mama?"

" I never said that!"

" You said sounding like her is a bad thing!"

" No I didn't! I said it wasn't a good thing-"

" Which means it's a bad thing!"

" No, it just means it's not a good- can we get back on topic here? Dinner. Now."

Abigail smiled again, shaking her head softly, dark curls framing her face, large eyes shining. Tony pushed down the urge to curse loudly and pasted on a smile.

" I want you to eat your dinner, sweetheart."

" Ah, but Daddy. We do not always get what we w-"

" I said stop it with the using against me thing!"

Abi sighed, leaning back in her chair, and studying her father for a minute. Tony watched her, eye to eye, unblinking, tongue between his teeth. After a moment, she sighed again, and spoke.

" I will eat my dinner. If-"

" No. No ifs, Abigail."

The little girl shrugged, turning to push herself off her seat, when Tony caught ahold of her shoulders. She looked up at him, eyes instantly beginning to water, bottom lip trembling.

" But Daddy! I j-just don't want to e-eat it! I-I'm sorry, but I really, really, really, really don't want to. A-And I've been a g-good girl and I c-cleaned my room and e-everything and I made a m-macaroni p-picture for you at k-kindergarten..."

Tony let go of her, worrying his bottom lip, before giving in with a sigh. God darn the tears, and her eyes.

" Alright, fine. I'll heat you a bit of last night's pizza, okay? Just don't tell your mother."

The tears and lip instantly disappeared, replaced with a wide, grin, and she flung her arms around him.

" Oh thank you Daddy! You're the bestest bestest bestest Daddy ever!"

Tony grunted a reply, smiling none the less at the praise. He waited until she'd taken the pizza from him, and spoke as she turned to leave for the living room.

" Hey, where's my picture?"

Abi paused, putting on her best 'innocent' face.

" Well, Grandpa Gibbs asked for it first...And you always said sharing was nice."

She smiled again, before skipping off with her prize. Tony watched after her, mentally trying to piece together just how he'd managed to go from in control to the loser. Ziva was right. The girl had him wrapped around her little finger. He had to be more stern. More commanding. Authority and all that.

The younger Tony chose that moment to walk into the kitchen, and began to open his mouth, but his father turned to him with a glare in his eyes and silenced him instantly.

" You'll eat what you're given."

The boy blinked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

" I was just going to ask for something to drink, but y'know, good to see you're standing up to Abi, like Mom said."

He turned and left, leaving Tony with the urge to bang his head off the wall.