Hola! Long time no see... Anyways I am back and will be updating all stories soon. Here's a new one read and review if you would like me to continue it. Oh and I don't own ncis or its characters :(
"Mommy,mommy,mommy! Teddys gonna get me!". Ziva looked up as her two and a half year old daughter screamed in protest as her brother ran after her. A tired smile graced her face as her eyes danced watching her beautiful twins run around the garden.
Their garden was a beautiful place, a large lush green lawn surrounded by borders filled to the brim with flowers awash with colour. A children's play set consisting of swings,a slide, sandpit and little tower resided in the far corner beneath a dominating willow tree. A wooden deck with little lights built in was built against a wall of sliding doors and glass that allowed access and a full view into a magnificent kitchen. To say the twins were used to expensive things was an understatement. Zivas rather large, untouched fortune, was now being put to good use ensuring her children wanted for nothing and had the best she could give them. She made sure they had manners and were grounded, a child who's mother had millions had the potential to become spoiled brats, however her children were kind, considerate, well mannered children and ziva would not allow that to change.
The past three years had taken its toll on Ziva, not that you could tell from her physical appearance ( albeit the fact she was very skinny) but inside she was almost broken. Her children were the glue that had kept her together. Tiiami and Theodeous( pronounced ted-aay-uss). They were the spitting image of her, all except for their eyes that were a glacier blue and their more caramel coloured curly hair. Their olive skin contrasted against their eyes, which were rare for their olive complexion. The eyes were about the only thing they'd inherited from their father. Their very absent father. So absent in fact that he'd never even laid eyes on them. He knew they existed, he'd been there for the first five months of the pregnancy, pretending to be the devoted adoring boyfriend who couldn't contain his excitement at the impending birth of his children. And she'd believed the act, she'd believed he loved her and that nothing could stop him from loving her and their children unconditionally for the rest of their lives. She'd been a fool because she was so irrevocably in love with him, even now after all this time, after what he'd done she was still in love with him. She hated him, but the love was still there consuming her, breaking her further everyday. Breaking her because she knew her love wasn't enough for him, she wasn't enough for him. Wasn't good enough for him, so now her children were condemned to a life with no father thanks to her failings. And she hated herself for that. Hated herself for the fact that the twins would never have the unconditional love of a daddy, would never direct that word at the man who's biology they shared. And this wasn't their doing, it wasn't even really her doing, it was his - Leroy Jethro Gibbs. The man she loved, the man who had left.