Even though it has been a long time since I originally read and put this in my favorites, it still is and is very well written.

awesome fic!

Great story I wish Tony would have met Eli coming out of city hall and decked him out cold leaving him laying on the steps or entire calling in a few favors when she found out about ziva and getting him investigated for his actions by his director

I just finished reading the story while it was very good I still think Tony should've confronted zivas father in the NCIS offices

PERFECT *_* 3 great job! One of my all Time Favorite Stories :)

I love it.

LOVVVEEEEE IT!

Okay so I know this story was written in 2008 and its now 2013 but I only just discovered it. And I want to tell you this is without a breath THE BEST story EVER! So amazin! Fantastic stupendous job!

awwwww...
great story

I know this was written a few years ago, but I just read it today:) I really enjoyed your story. The first chapter had me hooked. It jumped feet first into suspense and I had to know what had happened and what would happen to our Ziva. Will definitely be re-reading:) Great job!

i realise you wrote this story a while back but WOW!
great story!
loved every second of it :)

I just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed your story.

One of my new favourite NCIS stories!
This is a very gripping story which I loved to read.

very interesting, but when you wrote " ma shebatuch", that doesn't mean how are you, it means "what's for sure"

"Tell me about it," he asked her softly.

"What would you like to know?"

"The day he was born," he said, keeping his eyes on the baby. "Tell me what happened that day."

She was quiet for a moment, and then started to explain that fateful June morning. "It was early morning, and I had been having pains all night. I tried to ignore them, to make myself believe that it was not time. Even though I knew that escape was impossible in my condition, I had always imagined that my child would be born back here, right up until he arrived in this world. I did not realise how afraid I was until the servant brought me my food and water for the morning and did nothing to help with the fact that I was in labour. He simply left the room. No one else returned to help. My father did not even come to see his grandchild born. I was alone for the entirety of the labour."

"How long?" Tony asked, his throat drying up knowing that she had been alone when he should have been there.

"I do not remember, exactly," she said, shaking her head. "But it was nightfall by the time he arrived. I had to make do with what I had in my room to deliver him myself, and it was hard to concentrate with the pain. Had a doctor been there I would have been given some pain relief, but there was none offered to me. He…" she looked down at her son. "He was worth every moment of the pain, but to be alone while I felt it was terrifying. At that time, I would have even settled for my father's presence."

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I should have been there."

"You could not help it," she reminded him.

"I should have found you," he insisted. She just remained silent. "I'd have done the right thing, you know?" he told her. "If you'd been here when you found out about the baby. I'd have stayed. I'd have been there for everything. We'd have done it all together. You know that, right?"

She nodded, moving closer. "Yes, I know. It is what got me through the labour." He looked at her in confusion, so she elaborated. "I imagined that you were with me, complaining that I was damaging your hand…telling me about movies until I wanted to scream at you…I imagined that you were with me, holding my hand, telling me that I could do it, and that I did not have to be afraid to be a mother." She wiped a stray tear, not realising that it had fallen until it touched her cheek. "And then he was born…and it was like staring into your eyes when he first looked at me."

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