Tony's POV

It might have been a Saturday, but out of sheer force of habit, I woke up at the ungodly hour of six o' clock in the morning. DiNozzos do notdo waking up early, especially on a weekend. Annoyed, I was about to roll over when I suddenly registered a warm body pressed into mine and looked down to see my wife, head burrowed in my chest, a ghost of a smile on her beautiful face, bathed in the morning's golden sunlight.

Ziva David is many things- a kick-ass NCIS agent, an ex-Mossad assassin, deadly, intelligent, sharp-tongued and absolutely gorgeous.

She also happens to be my wife. (Technically her full name is David-DiNozzo, but no one really ever calls her that.)

If someone had told me six years ago, when I first met Ziva that I would end up marrying the beautiful Israeli, I most likely would have died laughing. At the time I was the immature playboy, determined to never settle down. To add to that, Ziva was also the half-sister to Ari Haswari, the man who had murdered my former partner, Caitlin Todd.

Despite all of this, something grew between the two of us. Ziva became part of our team, and I got to know more about her as a person. I tried to keep my feelings for her at bay, and for six years was able to keep our relationship a semi-professional one, but I could never rid myself of that nagging feeling. And then one day everything came to a head.

One day Ziva was shot in the chest.

I'm ashamed to say that it took almost losing my partner to finally realize that I couldn'tbear to lose her. And so on that day, as I frantically tried to keep my partner, my love, from slipping away, I finally said those three important words.

I love you.

And now I lay in our master bed, marveling at the Israeli beauty cuddled up against me. Ziva's olive skin glowed in the early morning sunlight, and her dark curls cascaded over her pillow. Her slim frame rose and fell with each soft breath, and for a few minutes I just gazed lovingly at her sleeping form and then gently reached out and brushed a stray lock out of her face. Ziva's eyelids flickered, and then opened, revealing my favorite feature- her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Those eyes now focused on my face, and a tired smile lit up her face. Immediately I felt guilty for waking her up.

"I'm sorry Zi, I didn't mean to wake you up" I whispered. Ziva gave a low chuckle, snuggling closer to me.

"Mmmm… I do not mind waking up to you Tony. Especially when it means this…" Ziva wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into one hell of a kiss. I responded by winding my fingers through her hair, losing myself in the heat of the moment. Eventually we broke apart (we did need to breathe after all) and I continued to run my hands through her curls, smiling. Ziva, meanwhile, kneaded the skin on my chest. Pulling her closer to me, I gently nibbled on her earlobe.

"You are one gorgeous woman, Zi, you know that? God I'm so damn lucky" I hissed, trailing my hand over her soft cheek. Ziva's chocolate eyes sparkled, and she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a sound, a small cry filled the air, which brings me to something that I would never have believed six years ago.

I'm a father.

To triplets.

A little over a month ago Ziva gave birth to two girls and a boy- Caitlin, the oldest, Tali, the middle child and Isaiah, the youngest, via a C-section. And a little over a month ago I completely lost my heart to our three beautiful children. Although, I do have to admit that taking care of three children is hard work.

A lotof hard work.

Rousted by the cry, Ziva let out a low moan before she began to roll out of the bed. I shot out my hand to stop her. "I'll take care of it, Zi." Ziva just shook my hand off.

"Kate is hungry Tony, and if she does not get fed soon, she'll wake up Tali and Isaiah as well. It will take you too long to heat up the bottles. If you could heat up the milk for the other two and feed Engel that would be very helpful." Giving a grunt, I rolled out of bed and followed Ziva into the nursery, wondering for perhaps the hundredth time how Ziva could tell the cries of the babies apart and what each cry meant, when the cries all sounded the same to me.

When we entered the ocean-themed nursery, we were immediately and enthusiastically greeted by a black-and-tan furry tornado. Although his name means "angel", Engel, our 11-month-old German shepherd is sometimes anything but. However, ever since the triplets had been brought home, Engel had slept in their room, taking his position as the guardian angel. Right now, however, Engel was probably more interested in his breakfast.

By the time I had extracted myself from Engel's greeting, Ziva had already taken Kate out of her crib and was unbuttoning her nightgown, preparing to feed our oldest. Knowing that our other two children would wake up soon, I quickly headed down the stairs to the kitchen, Engel pushing excitedly in front of me. Once in the kitchen, I filled Engel's food and water bowls and began to heat up two bottles of breast milk that Ziva had refrigerated the night before.

Once Engel was buried in his food bowl, and the two bottles were the right temperature, I carefully made my way back up the stairs just in time to hear a second cry start up. Entering the nursery, I saw Tali squirming in her crib, her tiny face scrunched up in a comical grimace. After setting the bottles down on the table between the two rocking chairs in the room, I carefully pulled Tali out of her crib and brought her close to my chest, babbling as I made my way over to the rocking chair next to the one that Ziva was sitting and nursing Kate in.

"Hey there Tali girl, Daddy's right here. Yeah, I bet you're pretty hungry, aren't you? Here you go sweetie." I carefully maneuvered the bottle's nipple to her lips, trying to get her to latch on through touch. Unlike her siblings, Tali couldn't see where the bottle was- she's blind. Her optic nerves were somehow damaged sometime during Ziva's pregnancy, so while her eyes themselves are perfectly fine, there is nothing to transfer the images they see to the brain, hence no sight.

However, Tali never seems to be all that fussed about her lack of sight, probably because she's never been able to see. Instead, she uses her other senses to navigate, especially her touch and hearing. Finally I got Tali latch on to the bottle, and in no time the comforting sound of her steady sucking filled the air, causing me to grin. I continued to babble nonsense to my second daughter while Ziva finished feeding and burping Kate. She then took Isaiah, who had woken up and started crying, out of his crib and started to feed him with the other bottle.

As Tali was feeding, I heard my cell phone, still in the master bedroom, go off. I groaned softly while Tali cocked her head at the shrill sound, and then got up and hurried over to our bedroom. After some careful maneuvering of Tali and the bottle I picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID on my screen and saw that the caller was Gibbs. Knowing that I couldn't ignore this call, I let out a sigh and flipped the cell open.

"Boss, it's a Saturday! I…" Gibbs cut me off, his voice taut.

"Get down here nowDiNozzo, you and Ziva. I need all hands on deck- a female Navy Lieutenant was found tied up and murdered in Norfolk. She'd just given birth."

"The baby's missing."

I'm baaaccckkk!

And of course, I had to start this with a cliff-hanger!

I'm evil, sorry.

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