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"I love your spaghetti bolognaise Mom." Ziva frowned and gently wiped some tomato sauce off of her son's chin.
"Technically it's not mine. It's your father's family recipe." Tali looked at her thoughtfully.
"But you're married to Dad, aren't you?" Ziva smirked and then sighed.
"Am I? Or am I his widow?" She just nodded for her daughter. Tali continued.
"Then his family must be your family, right." Ziva stopped; her daughter had a point.
"But your dad's father taught him the recipe...your father and I did not grow up together Tali."Tali stopped kicking her legs against the table leg.
"Then how did you meet him?" Ziva sighed. Why did children have to be curious ALL THE TIME?
"That's a story for another time. I was telling you about when I realised I was in love with your father."The doorbell rang. Ziva sighed. A break from the questions at last!
"Yes?" There was a tall man in a CIA uniform. He eyed her down.
"Ziva David? Wife of Anthony Dinozzo?" Ziva nodded dumbly; suddenly she felt as if she was being supported by a thread.
"Your husband is alive."