Mishpahhah

Chapter One

Ziva David woke up to the sun shining bright in their bedroom. She could feel the warm arm of her husband wrapped around her waist. She had gotten used to this in the last two years that they were together. She turned to look at him and smiled when she saw how peaceful he looked.

Tony DiNozzo was the best husband she could have ever asked for. She wouldn't ask for any better or anyone else. He was it for her. She couldn't help the chuckle that passed her lips when his nose scrunched up and he let out a groan. She moved her hand up to his cheek and rubbed softly. It was a Saturday, she would let him sleep in.

Her calmness was replaced with panic as felt the beginning effects of sickness rise up in her. She ran as quietly as she could to their bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before she started to vomit. She used her right hand to hold up her hair and the other had a death grip on the seat of the toilet. This had been happening for the last week or so. What had she eaten? Tony had dragged her to some Chinese place that had just opened down the street.

'I must just have food poisoning.' Her thoughts didn't have the chance to go deeper because footsteps made their way into the bathroom. His hand quickly replaced hers as she threw up again. His other hand rubbing up and down her back, trying to help her relax.

When she felt she was done, she moved to lean against the shower. He moved to the sink and handed her a cup of water. She slowly drank it and threw it in the trash can.

"Are you okay?" His voice was deep and husky from just waking up. It held concern and she quickly assured him that she was fine.

"Yes. I think I just have some food poisoning."

"Are you okay to get up?" She nodded and took his hand to stand up. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She breathed in his scent and sighed. He was always there for her, even when she didn't deserve it. His head rested upon hers as he brought her closer to him.

They stayed this way for a couple of minutes before Ziva pulled away.

"How about some breakfast?"

"Are you sure food is going to help right now?" Her stomach growled and they laughed.

"Seems like it."

They both made their way to the kitchen and worked together to make pancakes, as well as bacon, eggs, and toast. They worked well in the kitchen, just like they did practically everywhere else.

They ate their breakfast and settled on the couch to watch a movie. Him and his movies. She rested her head on his shoulder and was struggling to keep her eyes open. It was only 9:00, how was she already tired? What did they do to her food? He was absolutely fine.

If it wasn't better soon, she would go see a doctor. For now, she cuddled even closer to her warm husband and tuned back into the movie.

It was nothing. At least, that's what she thought.