A/N: this chapter is a little sappy, but I felt it was needed. I apologize for the typos, I wrote this at 4 in the morning when I simply could not study for midterms any longer. Let me know what you think!
Tony let the last guest out the door closing it gently behind them. He smiled to himself. This night could not have gone any better. She said yes and all of their family was happy for them. He made his way to the kitchen. Ziva was wiping up the pie dishes. He quietly snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned into him as she rinsed the last dish. After she placed it into the drying rack, she laid her hands on top of his. She couldn't help but smile when her ring sparkled and caught her eye.
"I love you." He whispered into her ear. She smiled more.
"I love you too, my little hairy butt." He growled at her for using that name, his breath hot on her neck. She turned herself around and captured his lips in hers. It didn't take long for the kiss to turn heated and for them to slowly move towards their bedroom losing clothes along the way.
The next morning Ziva lay awake in bed. Tony was sound asleep on his back; right hand tucked snugly behind his head, his left was lying on her back. She was lying on her stomach with her head on his chest and her left hand playing with the soft curls there. Her eyes could not leave her ring. It was so beautiful. As she lay there admiring her ring and enjoying his quiet snores, she found herself contemplating how far she has come. She thought back to the little girl she once was; how she had such big dreams for her future. She thought of her family back then and her dreams of becoming ballerina, finding her prince charming, and living happily ever after. She thought of the day she realized her father wasn't the god she had believed, the days that her mother and Tali had died, the day she killed Ari, and the day her father bled to death in her hands. Things had definitely not turned out the way that little girl had dreamed. Then again, maybe they had, just not in the traditional way. Sure she'd never be a ballerina, and life wasn't always perfect, but she had her new family. She thought of Gibbs, the most amazing father figure anyone could ever have, Ducky and his grandfatherly wisdom. She thought of Abby, the best friend and sister, McGee, the awkward brother-in-law, Palmer and Breena, the strange cousins that you can't help but love. She thought back to Tony. He was her prince charming; her happily ever after. He came after her when she ran away. He gave her a happy ending when she didn't deserve one.
Her life wasn't precisely what that little girl had once dreamed of, but lying here in bed the one man who meant more to her than she could ever say, Ziva David thought her life was perfect.