Thanks for the reviews. I know the last chapter was a little OOC to say the least, but I promise, there is a reason.
Ziva opened her eyes. Looking over, she saw Tony next to her sound asleep. Quietly, the agent sighed, happy that she and Tony had not really gotten married and the last part of their 'coversation' had been a dream. She turned over and tried to go back to sleep. Fifteen minutes later, with no luck at sleeping, she went downstairs, hoping that her nerves would calm down. Quietly, she walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. As she sat at the kitchen table, her mind began to process everything that had happened so far. Her dream had obviously meant something, but she had no idea what. She knew she wanted children, but that could not have been the main purpose of it. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming in the room. She turned to see who it was.
"Why are you up tateleh?" Aunt Nettie said coming into the room. Ziva smiled a little.
"I could not sleep." Ziva replied. Aunt Nettie smiled.
"Nu?" Was the reply as the older woman sat down beside her niece.
"Do you know about Jessica?" Ziva asked.
"Ken." Aunt Nettie replied.
"What will happen to Hanah?" Ziva asked.
"Ah, this is what this is about." Aunt Nettie said.
"Is she going to go into Mossad when she is older?" Ziva questioned.
"If she stays with me, I will try not to, but you know how your father is." Aunt Nettie told her. "Why does this bother you?"
"I had a dream, that I was talking to Tony, and he told me that I wanted a child." Ziva started.
"Do you?" Aunt Nettie asked.
"Yes, but, I do not know if he does. Besides, I do not know how it would work, how it would affect our partnership." Ziva responded.
"I do not see how that has to do with it. You both are married." Aunt Nettie said. Ziva smiled a little, hoping she did not give away her and Tony's secret. The older woman continued. "I believe this is a matter better discussed with Tony, yes?" Ziva stood up and put her cup in the sink.
"Ken. Toda Dodah. Laila Tov." The agent said, kissing her aunt on the cheek. Quietly, she went back upstairs to her room.
"Hey." Ziva heard Tony say softly when she went to her room. She smiled as she got back in the bed.
"Why are you up?" Ziva asked.
"I noticed you leave." Tony said. They were quiet for a moment.
"Tony?" Ziva asked.
"Yeah?" He replied. Not knowing how to phrase her question, Ziva stayed silent. Figuring his partner had fallen asleep, Tony turned over and buried himself in the blankets again. Ziva sighed wishing she could tell him how she felt. She turned to look at him. Softly she said, "Ani ohevet otcha."
Nu- So?, What?
Ani ohevet otcha- m. I love you.
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