"Come on tatelah, time for bed," Ziva says tiredly.
"But I don't wanna," her ten year old daughter says trying to stifle a yawn.
"You sure seem tired to me kiddo," Ziva's husband Tony enters the room.
"See even you father agrees with me angel," Ziva, says after giving Tony a quick kiss on the cheeks.
"Ima can you tell me the story of how you picked my name again please, "Naysa whines.
"Sure metuka," Ziva says.
Ziva has been back to D.C for almost a year now and was she and Tony had been living together since she got back. At the moment Ziva was cooking Tony's favorite Italian dinner, lasagna to ease into the conversation she wanted to have with him. For the past week Tony has avoided the conversation of choosing baby names and she was getting really aggravated. While the food was in the oven Ziva went to take a quick shower. As soon as she finished getting dressed she heard the front door to the apartment opening and closing.
"Ziva I'm home!" Tony yelled through the apartment and walking into the bedroom they shared. "What's that delicious smell beautiful?"
"Lasagna, are you hungry Tony?" Ziva asks nonchalantly.
"Starved," he says as they walk to the kitchen and Ziva laughs.
Ten minutes later they are sitting at the table quietly eating.
"Tony we need to talk," Ziva bluntly states.
"About what?" Tony asks.
"About baby names, I know you hate having this conversation but-"
"Ziva!" Tony cuts her off, "I've already thought one babe"
"What name did you choose?"
"Nasya Angela, Nasya means-"
"Miracle in Hebrew," Ziva cut him off," And Angela means angel in Italian. Why did you choose that name?"
"Because that baby is a miracle angel," Tony says matter-of-factly.
"It's perfect Ahuva," Ziva says.
"Whew, for a second there I thought you would hate it," Tony says relieved as Ziva laughs
"See sweetie I didn't choose your name your father did and he chose a great name," Ziva reminds her daughter at the end of the story.
As they leave Naysa's room tony turns to Ziva and says. "You're right it is a perfect name, isn't it?"