I'll...be a ballerina
A Tiva drabble by TIVAshipper97
"I will...
be a ballerina"
These were the words she thought back to as she slowly made her way to the baby girl who was standing besides the big window in the dance studio. She always wanted to become a ballerina but life had other plans with her. Otherwise it was a good feeling to know that her daughter had fun with dancing ballett and she was glad that her dream- in some way- came true. Not for her, but for her daughter. And that was more than she ever hoped for.
She watches the girl fiddling about the window frame and starting giggling. Just as she wanted to say her name to get her attention, she heard it being called from behind her.
She didn't need to turn around to know whose voice this was- it was the voice that beg her to change her mind at the tarmac even if they both knew it was too late.
The voice that once said "Couldn't live without you, I guess" to her.
The voice she fell in love with right when she heard it for the first time.
She could remember every single word he said the first day they met. She could remember every single word he has ever said to her.
It was the voice of the man she loved.
The voice of the man she truly loved, with her whole heart and body.
The voice of the man for whom she turned her life upside down.
The voice of the man she came back to after almost a year in Israel, because she couldn't have lived another day without him.
The voice of the baby girl's father.
The little girl turned around with a soft twist and sparkling eyes. "Daddy", she said in a melodic voice and started her way to her dad. Her mother could see the bright smile that covered the baby face, she started smiling too and grabbed the girl's hand. Together they took the last step to him.
"My two gorgeous girls. I missed you", he said and gave his daughter a sweet kiss on her tiny forehead what made her smile even bigger. Finally he wrapped his arms around his wife.
"We missed you. A lot" Ziva whispers into his ear as she palmed his face and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Tony has his arms wrapped around his wive's waist who has their - now half-asleep daughter on her arms as they made their way out of the dance studio.
Author's note: I know it's probably not the longest and best drabble, but it is my first one and I wasn't prepared for that. I just scrolled down my tumblr dashboard as I saw this pic of a baby girl in a ballerina outfit and I thought of Ziva's list immediately.
I really hope you enjoyed this sorry for the mistakes, Englisch is not my native language :)
Please let me know in the comments what could be improved, what you liked and what you disliked. I'd love to read some reviews from you!
Have a great day/night everyone.
Vivi xo