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2 WEEKS OLD

Tony's POV

I groaned tiredly. It had been a long day at work, with only paperwork to do and nothing else, and after about an hour of it I came to realize that it had done my head in. Gibbs didn't really care – he made me do it for the next eight hours.

So when I got home from work, I was expecting to get a little sleep.

Or not.

I winced as baby Anthony's cries grew louder and louder and covered my head with my pillow.

"Tony!" Ziva called out.

See, after about one week of being at home with little Anthony, we found that he tended to cry for about three hours from six in the evening, which tended to prevent us from eating our dinner in peace or forced us to eat earlier. After that week, we took him to the hospital for a check-up and found that he just had colic, which we were not to pleased about. The doctors said that it would all disappear before he turned three months.

Boy, I couldn't wait for three months.

I slowly got up out of bed and headed groggily into the corridor, and then the baby's room, when Ziva was trying to stop Anthony from crying. "Yeah, babe?"

Ziva looked exhausted. She had bags under her less-than-enthusiastic dark eyes, her hair was a mess, and she was wearing one of my old t-shirts with a pair of jogging bottoms. She smiled tiredly at me. "Do you think you can take care of the baby for a while?"

I nodded. I wanted to sleep, but… "Sure." I carefully took the baby from her arms and started to rock him. "I didn't know parenting was such hard work."

Ziva smiled tiredly. "I know."

I kissed her on the cheek. "How about you go and have a bubble bath. I can handle him for the next hour he's crying."

Ziva raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "It'll give me a headache, but I'm sure."

Ziva pecked me on the lips before heading out of the room to take a bath.

I carefully bounced Anthony up and down as he continued to cry, struggling to stay awake. Work and baby did not go well with a new dad. Finally, I decided to head downstairs and sit down on the sofa with the crying baby. I knew I probably wouldn't be able to hear anything on the TV, but I turned it on anyway. The moving pictures were interesting enough.

Ziva's POV

I smiled contentedly as I climbed out of the bath, drying myself before wrapping my towel around my body. The bath had been soothing – I had used the soothing bubble bath that Tony had thankfully not put at the top of the cupboard anymore, so I felt a lot more relaxed.

I didn't realize how long I'd taken in the shower until I realized that I couldn't hear any more crying and frowned. "Tony?" I walked across the corridor to the baby's room, only to find it empty. "Tony?" I walked back out of the room and into ours, but that was also empty. I walked straight out of our room and downstairs. "Tony?"

"Huh?"

I raised an eyebrow when I walked into the living room and found Tony on the sofa, watching TV with the baby cradled in his arms. "What are you doing?"

Tony looked up at me. "Oh, hey, Zi." He smiled. "I just decided to watch a bit of TV with Junior."

"Oh." I gave him a smile. "Does he like it?"

"He fell asleep," Tony explained.

I leaned over the edge of the sofa to see the baby asleep in his arms. I grinned. "That is great! He stopped crying!"

He nodded. "He looks so beautiful asleep…"

I nodded in agreement and reached forward to stroke the baby's cheek. "He reminds me so much of you…"

"Me?" He looked up at me in confusion. "Nah… I don't like that when I'm asleep, do I?"

I nodded. "You do. You just don't realize it." I pecked him on the cheek. "But I think we should get him into his crib."

Tony nodded and stood up. "I also think you should get some pajamas on."

I laughed lightly. "How about this – I get some pajamas on, and you put baby in his crib. I will come to check on you when I am done."

Tony nodded and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "Okay. You go up first."

I nodded and headed upstairs to our room to put on some pajamas. I grabbed one of Tony's old t-shirts and wore that with another pair of jogging bottoms – I had found this outfit surprisingly comfortable over the past few months, and I didn't think it was going to change. I tied my damp hair up into a messy bun before walking into the baby's room.

Tony was standing beside the baby's crib, smiling into it.

I smiled as I walked into the room. "Is he still asleep?"

Tony nodded. "Peacefully."

I joined him beside the crib before turning on the baby monitor. "That's good." I leaned against Tony and smiled as he wrapped his arm around me. "We may finally be able to get some sleep."

"Yeah," Tony sighed. "Thank God. Gibbs won't be biting my head off tomorrow morning."

I chuckled and kissed his cheek before watching baby Anthony sleep. I leaned into the crib and kissed his forehead. "Sleep well, little Anthony."

The baby squirmed slightly before falling into a peaceful rest again.

Tony grinned. "Maybe he is like me…"

I gave a small laugh. "Now you see it?"

"Yup." He stroked the baby's hair. "If he's mini me, then we're gonna have one heck of a son."

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