WRITTEN FROM ZIVA'S POV. THE DAY SHE DISCOVERED SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH SARAH. IN 1991, THREE DAYS AFTER JETHRO LEFT ISRAEL.
I walk around the streets of Tel Aviv, my heart pining for the only man I have ever loved; Jethro Gibbs.
I found out I was pregnant today, I'm having his child and he's not here with me to share the happiness that our child will bring.
What shall I do? I can't call him, he's married and already has a little girl. I didn't know that when I fell in love with him, but he told me honestly, and I didn't blame him, or myself. It wasn't our fault we fell in love.
But now I'm expecting his child, my hand travels to my stomach as I absently rub my stomach, our baby is inside me and it makes me smile because it feels like he is still with me, and his love is still with me.
I wonder what I will name our baby, if it is a boy will I name him Jethro? If it is a girl, shall I name her Sarah? As she would be my princess.
I stand watching the bustling city, with my hand on my stomach, and I know I will do anything to keep our child safe, I may never see Jethro again but I pray that our child will have his sparkling blue eyes.