Author's Note-I'm borrowing little Sarah Grace from my short multi-fi Bonding for this little one shot that randomly popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it, especially the readers who only follow me for Tiva and have thus been deprived these last few months. Read, Review, Enjoy NYLF xx
"Ziva!" Tony cried out from the bathroom. Ziva chuckled as she made her way in from their bedroom, her chuckle transforming into a full blown laugh when she took in the scene before her.
Tony was knelt beside the bathtub, holding Sarah under her arms as she squirmed, drenched from top to toe. "It's not funny. Your daughter splashed me." Ziva knelt down beside him as she took their seven month old from him and wrapped her in a towel, kissing the tip of her nose, making the baby smile, before turning to her husband.
"My daughter? I'll think you'll find she's our daughter Mr DiNozzo." She reminded him with a smirk. Tony turned to her and glared at the baby, making his wife laugh again.
"Really? How sure are you?" Ziva laughed, knowing full well that he had no real doubts to Sarah's paternity.
"I can confirm with one hundred percent accuracy that she's yours, for three reasons. One, her first word was 'Probie', something that you crowed about for weeks and mortified McGee. Two, she has inherited your cheeky grin, complete with the eye twinkle you both know I cannot resist. And three." She paused for effect, watching her husband as he looked up from their giggling daughter to meet her eye. "You are the only man I have been with in four years. You are the only one who could possibly be her father." Tony smiled and kissed her softly before glaring at his daughter again.
"Still, she splashed me." Ziva shook her head at the indigence in his voice as he pouted. Sarah giggled and reached out cupping her daddy's cheeks and pulling him closer to suck the end of his nose.
"Tony, she weighs eighteen and a half pounds, she cannot possibly have created the tidal wave needed to soak you quite so completely." Tony pulled out of his daughter's grasp and blew a raspberry on her neck making her giggle furiously.
"She splashed a lot." He insisted. Ziva rolled her eyes before turning to her daughter.
"Sarah Grace DiNozzo, did you splash daddy?" Ziva asked seriously. Sarah's little face fell into a much more sober expression at her mother's tone. Tony chuckled.
"Ooh, full name Sar, that's never good." Sarah looked from one parent to the other before her lower lip protruded and her tiny fist grasped hold of her mother's thumb.
"Mama." She murmured quietly, melting Ziva's heart. She gathered the bundle up and held her close.
"It is okay Sarah, daddy probably deserved it." Tony's jaw dropped as he stared at his wife. "Now, are you all clean?" Ziva looked to Tony for the answer who nodded slowly. "Good, shall we go get you ready for bed then, Tateleh?" She didn't wait for an answer before standing with the poise and grace of a dancer and leaving the bathroom for the nursery to put their daughter down for the night. Tony watched on for a moment before making his way to the bedroom.
Once he'd changed he made his way to his girls, following Ziva's sweet voice as she sang a Hebrew lullaby to their drifting baby.
Standing in the doorway, watching on as mother and daughter snuggled in the rocking chair, eyes only for each other, he knew for certain that, no matter how many bath times ended in him wetter than the little girl he was bathing, he knew he wouldn't give this up for anything in the world.