To the person who asked "Why do your reviews start at chapter 14? Kind of hinky." Clearly, you haven't read up on my author notes in the chapters. I had the first 13 chapters on another account till I had to close that account due to Cote haters (you sound like you might be in that group) all over my stories, clogging the reviews feed with how much they hate Cote de Pablo. I transferred this story to my new account, aka this one, where it started back up on Chapter 14. Those who had read up to the last chapters on my old account, started reviewing chapter 14. If you had taken the time to actually read the story, you would see the author notes. Your comment itself, was kinda hinky ;)

Have a great day, everyone.

-x-

"Vrooooom," Tony made noises as he fed apple sauce to Isabella at the table.

"Ty, what do you want to me to pack you for your lunch?" Ziva questioned the little boy, intently watching cartoons in the living room.

"Peanut butter," He replied, eyes solely on the TV.

"He's like his father, can eat the same thing for lunch every day," She laughed, getting into the cupboards to fix his lunch.

"Us Dinozzo's can eat anything, sweetcheeks," Tony smirked, wiping the apple sauce that Bella spit out on her chin.

"She wants to do it on her own now. She will eat better that way," Ziva interrupted Tony by grabbing the spoon out of his hand and handing it to Isabella. Tiny hands reached up and grabbed the spoon, dipping it into the applesauce with a "plunk!". She giggled, looking up at her parents and swished the spoon around in the applesauce before bringing it up to her mouth and eating it.

"When did she learn how to do that?!" Tony stated in awe, watching the smile grow on Isabella's face when she saw the shock on his.

"Da-dee!" The little girl smiled, reaching up with the spoonful of applesauce in her hand.

"She has been for quite some time now," Ziva laughed, watching her try to move the spoon closer to Tony, "She wants to know if you want some of her applesauce,"

"No thanks, pumpkin." Tony kissed her cheek and Isabella resumed eating, "Daddy likes solid food,"

"Daddy!" Ty called from the other room and made his way into the kitchen, "Oh-whio state is on tonight,"

"Oh-whio State?!" Tony chuckled at his son's pronunciation, "Looks like we're going to have watch it then, huh kiddo?"

"Yeah!" Ty smiled, going up behind Ziva's leg and hiding.

"Ty, go pick out what snack you want on the side with your peanut butter and jelly." She told him.

"Okay," The little boy said back quietly, looking through the pantry of snacks before picking out a small bag of Oreos.

"Oreos! That's not healthy," Tony watched his son pack his lunch box with Ziva, "What happened to organic schmuck you were buying?" He asked Ziva, confused at how much had suddenly changed around the house.

"I have been buying differently," Ziva shrugged, slipping a Juicy Juice box into the lunch box and zipping it tightly.

"I can see that," Tony said and pondered at how much he was actually missing. Interrupting his thoughts, Isabella started banging on the table with her spoon causing leftover applesauce to fly everywhere.

"And," Ziva began to say, hurrying over to her daughter before she created more of a mess, "that is why we have to watch this little sneak." She picked Isabella up, kissing her on the cheek and walked over to the sink in order to clean her off. As she cleaned their daughter off, Isabella peered over her mother's shoulder and stuck her tongue out at Tony. Tony laughed, sticking his tongue out back at her making Ziva turn around and see what the deal was.

"Are you sticking your tongue out at me?" His wife asked, irritated.

"No!" He was quick to respond, not wanting anymore trouble with Ziva since he could tell she was still wary of last night. "She stuck her tongue out at me over your shoulder! We've got a little ninja on our hands, honey."

Ziva shook her head, "Did Daddy just tattle sail on you?!" She tickled Isabella's stomach.

"Tattle-tail and no, I didn't. I would never do that to my daughter," Tony sighed, folding up the newspaper in front of him.

Isabella was set onto the floor by Ziva, so she could run of and play with her brother before they had to leave.

"I have been thinking of what we could get Ty for his birthday," She remarked, setting the family's breakfast dishes into the dish washer.

"And what's that?" Tony asked, looking at a flyer for Toys R Us.

"This," Ziva pointed at the front page of the advertisement, "He has been wanting a big boy bike since he only has the tricycle,"

"That's a good idea," Tony smiled, debating on if he should run to the toy store and buy it this afternoon.

"He also said he wanted a tux like Bond which I figured we could buy anywhere," She grinned at Tony, who she could tell was coming up with numerous ideas at the mere mention of Bond.

"Christ, babe. We're going to have to get him a plastic gun and everything," He sneered in delight, imagining the look his son would have in a complete Bond costume…if they did have those. Then again, him and Ziva would just make their own if they had to.

"He would probably enjoy that very much. He is so excited that his birthday is only a few days away. Perhaps you could go get the bike today?" She smiled, leaning down to kiss Tony after he nodded to her request.

"Kids!" She yelled when she pulled away, "Let's get going! We will all be late again if we do not go now," She stroked Tony's hair with the tips of her fingers, messing up his hair even more than his rolled out of bed look. "The porcuswine look turns me on," She whispered into his ear and he groaned.

"You always do this to me at the worst times," Tony heaved, pulling her down onto his lap to feel what was now an erection.

Ziva giggled as the kids came wandering into the room, getting off of his lap and grabbing all their bags necessary for the day. "We will see you later, honey. Say goodbye to Daddy," She told Ty and Isabella.

"Bye Daddy," Ty ran up and hugged him.

"Bye-bye!" Isabella waved, slobbering away kisses as she tried to blow them at her father.

Tony chucked once more, "Bye Bella! Love you all," His heart grew at watching his family walk out the door, ready for their day.