Ziva was seventeen years old, she was sat in her front room, with a one year old Sarah in front of her, playing happily with her blocks.

"Mama mama mama", she shouted happily at her mother with her arms raised in the air.

Ziva smiled happily as she moved to her child and lifted her up onto her hip, and hugging her close to her, "Yes, my princess" she said gently

Sarah bounced happily in her arms, and hugged her mother.

Ziva smiled, as she sat down and fed her child, Sarah clutched onto her mother's star of david as she fed.

Ziva held her close, leaning her head back on the sofa, as she fed her baby.

She promised she would always look after her. Ziva was tired, and exhausted as Sarah had been teething, and had been up most the night with her child.

Ziva was young herself, and being a mother was taking it's toll on her, specially as she had to work hard at protecting her child from the dangers of mossad