Ziva opened her eyes, tiredly as the sun came streaming through the windows. She looked up, finding Tony staring at her.

"What?" She groaned.

"You're cute when you first wake up," He smirked, kissing her nose before yelping as she pulled his chest hair.

"Do not put me and cute in the same sentence. It is even worse when it is this early in the morning," She pouted.

They laid silently for a few more minutes, her head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around her slender frame.

"Tony?" her voice breaking their peaceful moment.

"Yeah?"

"What is your thought…on children?" she merely stated in a hushed tone, afraid of his reaction. She felt his body stiffen at the question and began to worry.

"Well, to be honest… I never thought about it really, until you and I happened." He shrugged looking down at her, seeing the worry in her eyes.

"What are your thoughts now that you and I have happened?" her head titled up towards him, her tooth visible as she bit her lip, nervously.

He smiled at her, getting a confused glance in return "My thoughts are that I want to have a bunch of little ninjas running around here, kicking ass and quoting movies" He kissed her forehead, right below her widows peak.

"Really?" She sat up, resting on her elbows and stared at him in disbelief.

"Yeah!" He smiled, watching her freak out "Who knew, Ziva David would get Anthony Dinozzo Jr. to think about marriage and children?" His laughter filled the room. "What do you want, me lady?" his voice mocked.

Ziva pondered for a moment, looking out the bedroom window at the city line before collecting her thoughts, "When I was younger, a dream of mine was to always get married and have a little boy and girl. But, Mossad changed all those dreams. They had told us that we would not make it to an age where we would be able to get married, let alone we would never have children…" Once again, she was biting her lip and Tony noticed.

"What do you mean 'never have children'?" He sat up more, allowing himself to get a better look at her to see what was going on through her mind.

"When I was sixteen, I had to have a procedure done to ensure that I would not in fact get pregnant on a mission. It was part of our duties for Mossad to seduce men on our mission in order to get the information and intel that we needed…" She sighed, tears filling her eyes "I do not know if I could get pregnant." A single tear slid down her cheek.

"Hey…" Tony moved closer to her, using his thumb to wipe the tear of her cheek. Bringing her body into his, he held her close, running his hands through her hair as he spoke "If this is in fact what you want cause I'm on board with having little Ziva's around," He smiled, "We'll do whatever it takes."

"But what if I cannot?" She cried into his shoulder.

"Baby, there's so much in the world that doctors can do today. We won't know until we try. Hell, we'll find a doctor and talk to them about it. How does that sound? It won't hurt just to try and see what our options are." Tony's voice and his soft hand running through her hair, soothed her as she thought about the words that he spoke.

Her head nodded in his shoulder and he heard her sniffle. He sat there holding her in complete silence as they both wrapped their heads around the discussion they just had.

Here he was, Anthony Dinozzo Jr. Married and ready to discuss having children when the world threw another curveball at him. It hurt to see how much the woman he loved had been through all her life and was still going through because of a father that had chosen her path for her. Nothing annoyed him more than the mere fact that she had the dreams of the life they were living, but at one point they were stolen from her. Mossad had stolen her soul and life completely. But now, it was up to him to put it all back together. They had been through so much together, nothing was going to stop them at this point. If she wanted a kids? He would give them to her. If she wanted a million dollars? He would get in his trust fund from his deceased mother and give her that. She deserved the world and if he couldn't give it to her, he would be damned.

"I wanted to be a ballerina," she muttered into the skin of his shoulder, interrupting all the thoughts whirling around his head.

"What?" He laughed, not believing her.

"I did…" She sat back from him and smiled, "I went to classes when I was four. I thought my profession when I grew older would be a ballerina"

"Really? That explains the flexibility," He smirked receiving a punch to his chest and a glare from his wife.

"I want our little girl to be a ballerina…" She admitted, a smile curling from her lips as they both stared at each other in pure adoration.

"She's going to be a cute little ballerina with long, curly brown hair." Tony smiled back, kissing Ziva's lips.

"Our little man will play football and basketball. He's going to be a machine on the field," He chuckled.

"Our little man? Oh, you will not call him that!" Ziva protested. "He will be a charming little boy that will take piano lessons," She smiled once again.

"Piano lessons? Baby? No. I took piano lessons until I was five-"

"Yes and looked how adorable you turned out," She reached over and pinched his cheeks "I love when you play that piano out there," Her vision glanced towards his living room.

"Aw shucks, sweet cheeks!" He kissed her lips quickly, "I'll play piano for you anyday."

"You better," She smirked before getting out of bed, taking the sheet and wrapping it around her naked body.

"Where are you going?!" Tony whined and heard her laugh. Slowly making his way out of bed, he bent over and picked up his boxers, putting them on. He walked out into the living room, looking around for his wife when he spotted her. Her naked body, wrapped in the sheet sitting on the bench in front of the piano, smirking at him. "What are you doing?" She shrugged while he questioned her, coming over to sit down next to her.

"Play for me," Her voice was so full of love as she asked him a simple request.

Tony groaned, of course she wanted to do this now. "What do you want to here?"

"Mmm," He watched her think for a moment, "Puccini!"

"I'll do my best," He smiled at her, placing his fingers above the keys of the piano and began to play what he knew was her favorite.

She laid her head on his shoulder, watching his hands grace over all of the keys and hummed along as he did so. This was such an intimate moment between them and if there were any onlookers spying through Tony's large glass windows in the living room, anyone could see just how intimate this was. There was nothing more beautiful than a man who let his walls down for the love of his life, to just see her smile and be happy. But more importantly, to make her feel loved. It crossed his mind as he played the sweet music, exactly how intimate this was because he was sitting there, clad in nothing, but his boxers and she was naked and wrapped in a see through sheet of his bed. Definitely, nothing more beautiful than the woman next to him, sheet and all, so blissful and pure with her brunette curls, wild and falling over every inch of her toned back.

This, this moment was the bliss in his life. And this bliss? He would never trade.