A/N: fic-let inspired by the first verse & chorus of Cinderella originally sung by Steven Curtis Chapman.
Fall of 1983 | Israel
"Abba, Abba, come dance with me" a small cherub face curly brunette comes running into her father's office at lightning speed. One look at the small child with his eyes leaves her father with a smile on his face leaving the rambunctious child jumping up and down, squealing "Come on, Papa!"
"I'm coming, motek" looking back at his papers on his desk he has yet to look at, shaking his head.
"Come on, Abba. Hurry!" She exclaims from down the stairs that have various toys littering each step. He wants to scold her and tell her he won't dance with her until she picks them up, but steps over them as he climbs down the stairs, shaking his head at her insistence.
Picking her up in his arms, he walks her out to the back patio, grabbing her little olive tainted skin in his rough tan hand and adjusting her little body up near his chest as she wraps her legs around his waist adorned in her little blue over-alls. Spinning her around and around as he notices his wife has come out and turning on the radio and watching from a distance as the little munchkin giggles. She's growing up so fast he thinks to himself.
Fall of 2018 | Washington, DC
"Papa! Papa! Dance wit' me!" a small angel face mini-me of his wife comes running towards her father at heightened speed. Picking up the child in her messy blue princess dress, he smiles, combing his hand through her unwashed tangled curly brunette curls "Papa, I need to practice," looking every bit like her mother in that moment.
"Alright, let's go" He replies holding his daughter on his hip carrying her out to the patio deck where his wife is.
"Tatelah, are you dancing with your Abba?" his wife asks trying to stress her native tongue in their home. The toddler nods excitedly, brushing her hair out of her green eyes as her father spins her around and sways with her.
"I gots to practice my dancing. I's going to a bawl" the little girl tries her best to pronounce the words correctly while dancing with her father.
"Who are you going to dance with, little one?" her father asks her.
"Da prince , a course" she announces as if the answer was obvious.
"Of course, how silly of me" her father announces as he laughs with the young girl.
A/N: In 1983 Ziva is three. In 2018, Ziva and Tony's daughter is three.