Twenty Two year old Sarah David, the daughter of Jethro Gibbs and Ziva David sat with her hand on her pregnant stomach, her fingers unconsciously tracing shapes over the skin that protected her unborn child.
His unborn child.
The child that genetically belonged to the man she had just broken up with.
She had thought that their relationship ending had meant the end of the world.
She was wrong, because that was the beginning of a better life.
The life she was destined for.
She leant back on the swing, the sky sparkling with diamonds as she reflected back on her life with the man she had loved, and that claimed to love her back.
There relationship could be described as a fog that surrounded her and clouded her judgement, but now that fog had lifted, and it was as though her mind was free.
Her eyes finally opened to the truth.
The truth that she wished she had noticed before this.
The truth that;
She would do anything for him.
He would expect everything, and give only when he had to.
She would do whatever he asked of her.
He would never thank her, and she would never as anything in return.
She would lay her life down for him, without a seconds thought.
He could take her life, in a split second.
She would have let him!
She finally realised the boundaries of love............there was none, but then how can love be defined? How could she explain what love feels like?
With love, she realised in an instant, that it can go either way, two extremes that claim to be love, the honour and self-sacrifice that someone brings to a relationship, and then the total opposite person which influences the relationship in a more controlling manner and takes from the relationship, much like a "warm bath", in the manner of which he climbs into the family home and takes out any negative feelings on the ones within the household...within the home...the one he is supposed to love...that he claims to love.
She sighed and took her sapphire engagement ring from her slender finger, looking at it, she looked up at the sky, she had come to hate it, how could she hate such a beautiful stone? Easily! It was associated with the man she loved, lost and gave her all to, as well as the injustice in the third world that brings this stone to where she sat in a park in Washington DC.
She slid it into the back pocket of her denim jeans and leant right back so that her hair brushed the floor as she swung, her eyes calmly closed and her body relaxed, as her mind showed her why she was better off without him.
A memory movie playing in her mind in black and white;
Sarah smiled happily at him and kissed his cheek, "I love you so much" she said softly, happily, cheerfully and optimistically
He grumbled and nodded, "I know" he replied simply, he looked angry at her and she stepped backwards, her small frame hit the wall.
Before she knew it, his frame was pinning her to the wall, and she gasped, and smiled, an image of having it against the wall came into her mind and she hooked her leg around his waist and attempted to pull him closer.
He grabbed her hair...this was not what she wanted...this hurt...
She blinked her tears away and sat up carefully with her hand on her stomach, "It will be okay Neshomalah" she whispered and traced the star of David on her stomach.
David came up behind her, and carefully approached, knowing she would easily floor him if she felt threatened in the slightest way, "Talking to yourself already?" he joked, his voice soft, gentle, caring and loving
Sarah smiled at him, "To my little one" she explained softly and moved into his embrace
He held her close and smiled, "I knew that" he said softly
She laughed, "No you didn't"
David smiled happily, happy to have her in his arms, "Well you do talk to yourself" he said softly, making reference to a Dissociative Identity Disorder that she had, but in a way that was in jest and not in spite
Sarah smiled, "Well it is hard to find decent conversation these days" she joked
He feigned hurt and pretended to clutch at his chest, "What about me ?"
The young Israeli smirked and kissed her true soul mate on the lips, "Well my B'Shiert, are not just anybody are you?"
David smirked and pulled her closer and sat on the swing with her in his lap, "Are nor are you, my Prinsteein. Habishka" he said softly, quoting her words to her, knowing she understood what he meant and loving the way the words sounded on his tongue
Sarah smiled and leant into his embrace, the only thing she would wish for, was for this unborn child to belong to her B'Shiert instead of the ragaz man