Ziva rubbed her finger over Anthony's nose, making him laugh and smile, "Dada." She smiled back, "Can you say Dada?"

Anthony smacked the tray in front of him making Ziva laugh, "You do not want to talk, you want to eat, yes?"

Anthony laughed again, he always did when he heard his mother's laugh. She lifted a spoon from a bowl and held it out to him, but he turned his head away, not wanting any of it.

"Ahhhhhh." Ziva scoffed, "But it is favorite, you love peaches."

Anthony shook his head side to side.

"Hmmm." Ziva thought out loud and stood up from her chair and moved to the refrigerator, taking down a box of cereal. She moved back to the chair and opened the box, "This is your sister's, but I will not tell if you do not." She smiled, shaking out a dozen or so froot loops. She raised one of the loops to her son's mouth and without hesitation, he took it into his mouth, "Good?" She asked with a smile.

Anthony chewed and smiled.

Ziva leaned forward, giving her son a kiss on the forehead, "Another?" She asked, offering him another and again, he accepted it.

After several minutes, Ziva watched as Anthony finished off the last of his cereal. She rose from her chair and returned the cereal box to the top of the refrigerator and then opened it, looking inside, "Now, what does Ima want to eat?" She pondered. She pulled a carton of Chinese food out and opened it, taking a whiff. She shrugged her shoulders, grabbing a fork from a drawer before moving back to her son. She sat back down and dug into the carton with the fork, pulling out a tangled mess of noodles.

Anthony reached out with his hands.

Ziva tilted her head slightly, "You want some Ima's?" She smiled at her son.

"Ima." Anthony uttered and smiled.

Ziva froze in place, letting the fork drop down into the carton.

Anthony laughed.

Ziva sat the carton down on the tray and her son reached out for it.

"Ima?" Ziva asked.

"Ima." Anthony repeated.

Ziva moved her hands to her mouth, covering it, her eyes were now filled with tears. She started nodded, "Yes, I am your Ima."

"Dada!" Anthony called out.

"No, no, no." Ziva shook her hands wildly, "Go back to Ima!" She laughed, making her son laugh once again.

AN- Anthony DiNozzo, Jr. the 3rd, already a Ima's boy. ;)