Hello everyone! I know things got a little confusing last chapter because I picked it up and went full speed in to the future. But, bear with me. I just needed a way to pick up the pace and get to where the next real story of these characters can begin and plus, we need a little drama…don't you think?! This episode is going to be present day now, but present day where the memory of Ziva talking to the woman (who will be revealed soon) ended. So, we're picking up the next morning after Tony came home and Tiva got it on.
Hang tight! It's going to be a wild ride. (no Tiva sex pun intended).
"Daddy!" Ty shrieked, skipping his way down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"There's my little man!" Tony smiled, picking his son up and kissing his head. "Did you be a good big boy for Mommy?"
The little boy nodded, resting his head on Tony's shoulder. "Mommy thought the Jowker was jokin' when he said wots to Bwatman,"
Tony chuckled and Ziva glared at him while standing over the stove, "Why would they call him the Joker if he is not joking? It does not make any sense!"
"It's just a name, sweet cheeks." He put Ty down onto a chair at their dinner table and kissed Bella on the head, who was sitting in her high chair. "How's my little princess doing today?" The toddler clapped her hands together, smiling at her father with juice dribbling down her chin. "You got a lil' something…" A napkin swiped her chin, she dodged her head quickly causing her brother to laugh and the juice to disappear from her chin.
"Bewwa got chu, Daddy!" Ty giggled, sipping from his sippy cup at the table.
"She's becoming a little ninja." Tony smirked, Ziva walking over and slapping him playfully in the back with a frying pan of scrambled eggs in her hand.
"I do not know where she gets that from," Ziva laughed, serving the eggs to her family. Bella threw her eggs on the floor causing her mother to mumble a few curse words (mostly Hebrew) under her breath. "Isabella! You cannot just eat junk food all day like your father! Eat healthy!" She scooped eggs from her plate onto a spoon, reaching to her left to try and feed her daughter.
"Hey! I'm cutting down. Can't you tell by my chiseled, rugged figure, baby?!" Her husband pouted, dropping his fork of eggs to suck in and show her his abs.
"Very, veryyyyy, well defined!" Ziva rolled her eyes, scooping another spoon full of eggs to Bella.
The family ate their breakfast quickly, giggling and cracking jokes about each other. Ziva stood up shortly, gathering the plates to wash at the sink. "Ty and Bella, you both need to get dressed before we leave,"
"Leave? Where are you going?" Tony remarked, picking Bella up out of her high chair.
"I have work, Ty has preschool and Bella has day care…" Ziva turned around to look at him after deciding to throw the dishes in the dishwasher instead.
"You're going to leave me today?" He pouted. Bella leaned onto his shoulder, thumb in mouth.
"Tony," Ziva started, walking closer to him to talk, "We cannot just stop our schedules because you are finally home. You know this," She placed her palm on his cheek, rubbing her hand over the stubble appearing on his chin and making a face.
Sighing, Tony looked down at Bella and then back at Ziva, "Princess can at least stay with me, right? She doesn't need day care that bad," The emphasis on him saying need made Ziva quietly laugh.
"I suppose she can stay home with Daddy for the day, yes?" Placing a gentle hand on her daughters back to rub it, "What do you say tataleh? Do you want to stay home with Abba today?"
Bella nodded, rubbing her face into her father's shirt.
Ziva tapped her hand on Tony's face again "You'll have to pick up Ty from preschool after noon. And please help Daddy shave today, Bella."
"You weren't complaining last night," Her husband grunted, receiving a punch to his gut.
"I am complaining now after all the red bumps appearing in certain places," She arched her eyebrow and he laughed.
"My bad, sweet cheeks." He kissed her quickly, lifting Bella into airplane mode and making his way with the flying little girl towards the living room.
Within the next few hours, Tony and Bella had made marvelous plans for their day together. They had finished watching morning cartoons and Tony was making his way up to the master bathroom with Bella in his arms. He set her down on the brown marble counter right in front of the mirror. Gathering all the shaving supplies he need in the cabinet below before applying shaving cream to his face.
"AH!" Bella squeaked, giggling at the Santa Clause look her father had acquired.
"Ho, ho, ho! Have you been a good girl, miss Isabella Dinozzo?!" Tony tried in his best Santa voice, leaning down smiling at Bella.
Bella smirked, dabbing her hands in the shaving cream on her father's face, smushing it around in his hair. She continued giggling at the new look she gave her father.
"Bella Marie Rivka, are you trying to say you want Daddy to shave his head?" He laughed, looking in the mirror at the shaving cream enticing his hair.
She was still giggling, her hands rising to get more of the shaving cream and Tony dodged her. "No! Daddy needs to shave, Princess, then we can-" Too late. A big blop of shaving cream splattered into Tony's eyes. "Bella…." He warned and with one eye, looked at the shaving cream mess he became in the mirror. "Uh, oh…" His hands reached for a towel to wipe them off on and he picked Bella up, lowering her to the ground with a confused look on her face. "Bella better run because the Shaving cream monster is going to get her!"
Her face lit up as her father put his arms out as pretend monster claws to get her, sending herself running into her parents' bedroom and down the hall, laughing like a hyena. He chased after her, roaring when he caught up to her, about to go down the stairs. "Woahhhh, Miss Isabella!" He laughed, scooping her up in his arms before she could make it down one step. He carried her back into the bathroom, setting her down on the counter once again.
"Let's get this down quickly and then we can head out to our day," Tony compromised with his daughter, giving her a quick shaving cream kiss on her cheek.