Ziva David was sixteen years old; she was sat in her bedroom with a baby in her arms.
She stroked her daughter's cheek, "I love you, my princess"
She smiled brightly and kissed her daughter's brow as Sarah gurgled.
Ziva smiled lovingly, and held her first born child, "You don't even know what I'm talking about do you Sarah?"
Sarah giggled, kicking her legs and arms, making Ziva laugh.
"I guess not", Ziva said smiling, "But that doesn't matter, you are too cute"
Sarah looked up at her mother, and reached out and grasped at her mother's Star of David.
Ziva stroked her little girl's cheek and kissed her head, before she fed her first born child naturally.
Her little girl fed whilst her tiny hand clutched at her mother's necklace and her bright blue eyes shined.
Ziva smiled and leant back against the pillows, feeding her baby, "You look so much like your father, I wish he could be here with us, but he had to go home to America. See, my princess he's a marine and that means that he had to go back to America."
Sarah suckled, watching her mother with curiosity.
Ziva smiled at her daughter, "But don't worry, my darling, we'll all be together soon, I promise you. I'm going to take you all the way over to America, and I'm going to find your daddy and tell him how much I love him. I really do hope he still loves me, I know he will love you, you are too gorgeous not to love."
Sarah had fallen asleep feeding and her hand rested loosely on her mother's chest.
Ziva smiled and held her daughter close, in a protective motion with her gun in her hand, since moving out of her parent's home and into a small house on the edge of Tel Aviv; she had been alone in caring for her baby daughter and had become very protective over her.
Sarah slept peacefully in her mother's arms. She was innocent to the dangers that stood just outside their door.
Ziva held her child close to her heart, bringing her duvet up to cover her child, but giving her space too breathe from a small gap in between the duvet and Ziva's body.
Ziva's right hand clutched her gun tightly and fell into a very light sleep, although she was very young she had grown up very fast and having her daughter made her very protective and more dangerous because she would do anything to keep her child safe from the dangers of the world.
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