"you can leave your stuff in here" Ziva told morgan "you don't need to unpack cause were leaving tomorrow to live in our new house"
"kay" Replied morgan
"why don't you come out into the lounge and i'll put the tv on?" Ziva suggested
"Can i put my Pj's on"
"Sure"

Ziva helped her put on her pj's then carried her into the lounge room

Toby began to cry

"Hey Tony, i'll get toby, can you put a movie on for Morgan?"
"Sure

Ziva picked up Toby something smelt bad.
"Tony i think he needs his diaper changed"
"Well can't you, I'm cooking dinner"

After a few unsuccessful attempts Ziva finally got a clean diaper onto the wriggling infant. SHe dressed him in a pale yellow onesie because it was sweltering hot.

They ate their dinner then Ziva took Morgan into the spare room to read a story and tony stayed in the lounge feeding toby his bottle.

"can you speak other languages Ziva?" Morgan asked, getting under the sheets
"Yes, 8 languages"
"Can you tell me a story in another language"
"Um, ok sure" Ziva replied, she told Morgan a story he grew up hearing in israel, then sung a hebrew lullaby her mother had taught her to pass onto her own children

Once the 2 kids were sound asleep, Tony and Ziva went to bed. They fell asleep, tony with his arms wrapped around Ziva.

Ziva woke late at night with a small face looking up at her
"Ziva, i had a bad dream!"
"Are you ok?"
"i'm scared, can i sleep with you"
"uh, ok honey, hop in"

Ziva gave her a hug and sung softly to her as she fell asleep. I could get used to this Ziva thought as the small body beside her slept peacefully