One Day
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Summary: "My Ziva, one day, you will dance with a man who deserves your love." Just a tiny little one-shot because I wanted to write some Zibbs. Established Zibbs!
This is dedicated to Zivacentric, just because... And now I should really go back to work...
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Wiping the sleep out of her eyes, Ziva descended the stairs and, pulling her pajama top lower on her belly, she padded to the kitchen.
Even though it was still early in the morning, she felt truly rested for the first time in weeks and it made her feel bubbly. For the first time in weeks, she slept through the night and it wasn't even because she'd been rudely awakened that she woke up earlier. It made her wonder about the strange silence in the house.
She didn't have to wonder too long though, as she had hardly reached the bottom step when she heard the gentle humming of her husband coming from the kitchen. The fact that Gibbs was humming still amazed her so it was with a smile that she stopped in the door of the kitchen where she came face to face with Gibbs' T-shirt clad back.
As she leant against the doorframe, hands crossed on her stomach, she watched as the man was gently swaying to his self-provided rhythm, seemingly completely oblivious to Ziva's presence. When he turned, though, he gave her a warm smile – a real smile – that wasn't surprised at all. Ziva's own smile grew in turn as she watched the man rocking their three-month-old daughter, the reason of Ziva's exhaustion and interrupted nights.
While Gibbs kept on swaying with the baby, waiting for the bottle to warm as Ziva noted glimpsing behind his back, she pushed herself away from the doorframe and joined her family. Coming to a halt, Gibbs' free arm instantly encircled her waist, pulling her into a welcoming half-embrace and her own arm mirrored his movement while with the other she reached up to stroke her daughter's tiny face. She had to chuckle how wrinkled and red it looked, presumably from some recent crying that she must have slept through. She gently smoothed her small wrinkles then glanced up at Gibbs with a grateful look.
Understanding her gratitude, he leant down with a dismissive smile and placed a sweet good-morning kiss on her lips, then continued the gentle swaying. With a content sigh, Ziva laid her head against his shoulder and let him lead her on the makeshift dance floor of their kitchen.
As Gibb resumed his humming, burying his face into her unruly curls, she snuggled even closer to him, not taking her eyes off of the baby in his arms.
Her father was right, she thought with a fond smile as she was dancing with her husband: she'd found the man who deserved her love… and so much more.
The End
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