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Battleship
"Ziva" Nadia David bellowed as she searched the house for the six year old. Eli sat in his office. He knew he should probably get up. Nadia was trying to control a one year old and a six year old. He decided to remain in the sanctuary of his office for now. He moved his leg at the desk. He felt something soft.
"Ow!" he heard six year old Ziva cry. Eli bent down and got under his desk. Ziva sat under. Her knobbly knees pulled to her chest. Her aqua top was covered in mud and the khaki dress Nadia had placed over the top had a rip on the side.
"Why are we hiding Ahava" Eli asked as Ziva looked at him.
"Ima got angry" Ziva said quietly. Eli frowned he had recently discovered his wife had a flair for the dramatics and a bad temper. Of course if he had not married her because she was pregnant with Ziva and just a few months after meeting he would have discovered that fact a lot sooner.
"Why?" Eli asked as he tried to squeeze himself under the desk.
"I didn't play with Barbie" Ziva cried "Barbie is boring" she exclaimed. Eli chuckled. Ziva was not very girly and any attempts to get her to be so by Nadia had resulted in Barbie going for a swim in the sink or abseiling down the kitchen counter.
Eli felt his back groan at the continued uncomfortable position.
"Why don't we play a game?" he suggested moving out from Ziva's hiding place. The little girls face lit up. "Come on out of there" she crawled out then gracefully got up. Maybe the dancing lessons were good for her Eli mused. Ziva stood on the floor of the office. It suddenly dawned on Eli that he had very little to occupy a six year old. He opened the cupboard. He managed to find a battleship board. He pulled it out and placed it on the clear bit of desk.
"What's that?" Ziva asked. Eli begun to explain the game and its rules.
An hour later, Nadia peered into Eli's office having put Tali down for a nap and calmed herself down with a swig of Vodka.
"I win" Ziva declared.
"You do" Eli said. "Well must have a rematch" Nadia smiled at the laughter of her husband and daughter. Nadia stroked her wavy hair and wished life could remain this simple.
