The clocked ticked slowly passed midnight. Ziva smiled through her exhaustion. It had been a long day. A very long, very painful day at that. Her eye lids fluttered softly with the urge to sleep, but her body was aching now that the medication was slowly wearing off. She scrunched her face slightly, the only sign of any discomfort, and tried to stifle a yawn. She let her eyes fall shut to block out the bright lights coming in through the hospital room door, though continued to fight off sleep regardless.

Tony was resting in the rocking chair beside her. She could hear it creaking as she tried to clear the fogginess from her mind. She had been in and out of it since everything had ended and she knew he hadn't left her side since. She thought she could hear him talking to someone, but noises felt muffled, almost like the adults in the cartoon he had once showed her. Charlie... Black? No, that was not right. Charlie... Charlie...

"Brown."

"What was that?" Tony leaned forward, trying to figure out where the outburst had come from. Ziva responded only with a tired laugh, waving her hand a bit to dismiss it.

Opening her eyes again, she looked over to him, blinking wearily and seeing only them in the room. "I heard talking," she grumbled sleepily, going to try and sit up, but wincing as she did so. Her hand went to her lower stomach and she groaned slightly. She hated showing pain. She tried to brush it off by continuing her train of thought. "Who were you talking to?"

Tony laughed, going scootch closer so she could see him more fully. He had a small infant in his arms wrapped in a pink blanket. She was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of her surroundings, and seeming quite content in her father's arms.

"Tali," he said softly. "I was telling her all about her crazy mom and her ninja skills. She's a very keen listener."

Ziva snorted, going to look at the clock again. The time had meant something only a moment ago, hadn't it? She wrinkled her forehead, trying to recall. She reached out somewhat blindly to Tony, eventually find his front shirt pocket, and pulling out the droid phone from inside. She held it out far enough for the screen to not feel so fuzzy.

Ah. Yes. She let her hand, phone still held within it, fall onto the mattress.

"Happy Birthday, Tony. I am sorry I do not have a gift."

Tony laughed, shaking his head. He stared down at the small bundle in his arms, not able to fight the large smile that spread on his face, or the slight tears of joy that stung at the corner of his eyes.

"Don't worry, sweet cheeks. I think you already gave me the best gift a guy could ask for."