"I know that you don't want to hear it. I know that you don't want to believe it. The simple fact is; the truth, it the truth. I have made a lot of mistakes in my life, and some of them involve you. My biggest ones involve you. I should have told you sooner."

"Don't," she warns.

"I love you."

"You don't love me."

"Yes, I do."

"If you love me why did you do this?"

"Get you pregnant?"

"That wasn't intentional."

"Ziva, I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Why did you walk away, when I needed you the most? You were the one person, on this Earth, who I thought that I could always count on. You betrayed me. You hurt me. I never thought that..." she trails off.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I made a mistake. I was scared."

"Of what? What were you so damn afraid of?"

"That I would do everything that was expected of me, and I would still screw it up. That I would do everything, and it still wouldn't be enough, for you to love me. I could never live with myself, if I knew that you would never, could never love me."

"That is a load of crap."

"It's not. I was afraid that I would push you away. I was afraid that I would try to make it work, and I would ruin everything."

"So you thought that it would be better to just throw in the towel?"

"I didn't want to hurt you."

"But, you did."

"I didn't think that you needed me, that you wanted me."

"I did."

"I was an idiot. What do you want me to say, or do, to make it up to you."

"Nothing, there is nothing that you can do."

"Time heals all wounds," he points out.

She rolls her eyes.

"While it creates new ones," he adds.

"Exactly."

"I can't promise that I am never going to hurt you again. I can't promise that I will do everything right. All I can promise is that I am going to everything I can, to be a good father. That is all I can promise you. If you never want to be with me, I will learn to live with that. If you want to hate me, I will try to overcome that. I want to be in your life, but I can understand, if you don't want me to be. You have to understand that you are not going to keep my son from me. I want him to have the life that I never had. I want him to have two parents, who he knows loves him, even if they don't love each other, even if they don't like each other. I would do anything for him. I would do anything for you. I will never stop loving you."

"You need to go home, and get some sleep."

"Why? So you can slip out of the hospital in the middle of the night, and take him with you?"

"You don't trust me?"

"I trust you with my life?"

"Then why would you ever think that I would do that? You know me better than that."

"I know you better than anyone else, in your life. I know that you would do anything for him. You nearly died for him, today. You would have laid down your life, so that he could have one. You would do anything, in your power, to protect him. I know that includes keeping him from me, if you thought that I would hurt him, even if it was unintentional. I make mistakes. I admit that. You should know that I am never going to make a promise that I don't keep."

"I can't afford to believe you, right now."

"Are you going to keep him from me?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Are you ever going to forgive me?"

"Probably not. Lying, and betrayal, those are two things that I do not know how to forgive."

"That's fair, but I think you should also remember another important aspect of our relationship."

"And what is that?"

"Loyalty. No matter what, I have been, and always will be, loyal to you."

"I am not so sure."

"Are you ever going to love me?"

"Do not make me answer that."

"Why not?"

"Please," she begs.

"I have to know. Are you ever going to love me? If it's not I will let you live your life. I can let you move on. I will always be a part of my son's life, but I don't have to be a part of yours, if you don't want me to."

"Don't do this," she pleads..

"Just answer me, please. Are you ever going to love me?"

She wipes away tears, as they trickle down her face. "I already do," she exhales.

"What?"

"I already do," she repeats.

"You do?"

"Why do you think that this hurt me so much? Why do you think that I feel so betrayed. I feel like an idiot. I made the mistake of trusting you. I made the mistake of falling in love with you. I made the mistake of believing that you would never hurt me. But you did. Just like everyone else has. I thought that you were different."

"I am."

"You're going to have to prove that."

"Gladly."

"If it had been anyone else, but you."

"What do you mean?"

"I would have pulled myself up, by my bootstraps, and moved on. I would have soldiered on. It is what I am trained to do. It is what I have done my entire life. This time it was different. If it had been any other man, but you. If he had any other father, but you. But he doesn't. I have a child, a son, with you. Before, I could deny that I had any feelings for you, beyond what was appropriate, between partners. Now I can't. There is proof. There is evidence that isn't true. A little boy, who proves that I do have feelings for you. If I didn't, I can't say that he would be here. I was not ready for this. But..."

"But?"

"Now we are bound together, forever, by a child. We can go our separate ways. We can pretend as if nothing change. We can act as if we have no feelings for each other, but... it would be a lie."

"So what do we do?"

"Right now?"

He nods.

"Nothing. We are not going to do, anything, until I can trust you again."

"How long will that be?"

"I wish that I knew."

"And until then?"

"We will try our best, to work out what is best for our son."