Author's Note: Naturally, I entirely blame abstractartist for this. She twisted my arm to write a ficlet (and shush, this is short) for each new charm added to the bracelet that Jethro got Ziva for Christmas in Have Yourself A Merry Little Zibbsmas (shameless plug (you don't have to read that first but I'd appreciate it if you did :D)) I don't know how many I'll end up doing. I have a few planned already and she's given me some ideas, if you'd like to see any in particular feel free to let me know. So long as I am basing the charm in each chapter on a real one and not making it up as I go along, I'll put a link to it on my profile. I hope you enjoy this bit of fluffiness (because unless specified otherwise, they will be pure fluff). Read, review, enjoy NYLF xx

He wakes her up to breakfast in bed, the newest charm nestled in its box between the red rose and her pancakes.

When Ziva had turned up in Jethro's basement that fateful night and had declared she loved him, neither of them had expected that nearly a year later, they would be spending their first Valentine's together. Jethro certainly hadn't expected to be in the kitchen, Valentine's morning, making breakfast for the beautiful woman in his bed. He shook his head at the thought, his grin threatening to split his cheeks.

He had woken up to find her snuggled into his chest, her right hand laying warmly over his heart, the metal of her bracelet leaving imprints in his skin, a peaceful smile on her face while her head rested on his chest. His own hands hadn't been idle. His right arm was fitted under the curve of her waist, his hand tucked snugly around her hip bone, while his left stroked butterfly soft lines up and down her forearm. He hadn't been able to keep the smile off his face.

She'd slowly followed him into wakefulness, nuzzling her face into his sleep warmed skin before rolling her head up to face him, her dreamy smile matching his own. They had shared a soft, loving but heatless kiss before pulling away just far enough for Jethro to rest his forehead against hers.

"Happy Valentine's Day." He murmured softly. A stunning smile broke on her face.

"Happy Valentine's Day back." She chuckled. He smiled back and kissed her forehead lingeringly before moving to get out of bed. She had barely gotten a single foot from under the covers to join him before he spun on the spot and waggled a finger at her.

"Nuh uh. Stay." He growled playfully. She chuckled.

"Why?" He tapped the side of his nose conspiratorially. She sighed. "Fine. May I at least use the bathroom before you confine me to our bed?" Jethro would have laughed if the phrase 'our bed' hadn't melted his heart just a little. She had said it so casually. As if it was common fact now that it was their bed. He supposed it was, but he'd never really thought about it. "Jethro?" Ziva asked softly, sensing the sudden change in his mood. He nodded, clearing his throat.

"No further than the bathroom Ziva. Then back in bed." She nodded, the stunning smile seeming to have become a permanent fixture as she practically floated to the bathroom while he'd made his way downstairs.

Jethro chuckled to himself as he loaded up a tray with pancakes, orange juice, a single red rose-from the bouquet he'd had delivered just a few minutes before-and the small jewellery box that contained part of her present. He hadn't done this for a very long time and hadn't ever expected to be doing it again. But Ziva was worth it. Worth so much more too.

Jethro smiled at the thought of 'more' with her. They may have known each other for ever, but they had only been seeing one another for just under a year, so 'more' wasn't coming yet. But he'd already picked out her ring. He chuckled lowly before carefully carrying her breakfast tray up to her.

Ziva was sat up in bed, the covers folded around her waist, hands clasped above them, humming to herself. Jethro bumped open the door with his hip before turning more fully into the room so Ziva could see the tray in his arms. Her already mile wide smile, grew in size as her eyes sparkled.

"Breakfast is served m'lady." Ziva laughed, somewhat emotionally. "Ya not gonna cry are you?" Jethro asked; both mocking and concerned. She shook her head.

"No." She murmured, a tinge in her tone convinced him she was lying. Jethro smiled softly before sitting on the bed beside her and passing her the tray before getting himself comfortable and tucking her into his side. "Thank you for this." He pressed a long kiss to her crown before resting his cheek against her curls.

"S'only breakfast." He murmured, suddenly slightly self conscious. She shook her head beneath his cheek.

"It is breakfast in bed. On Valentine's Day." She chuckled softly. "I love you." She tilted her head back to capture his mouth. They kissed slowly, lovingly, before Jethro pulled back with a smile.

"Well it's getting cold so…" She giggled, something she only ever did when they were alone together, and he kissed the tip of her nose.

Once she had eaten, and held the rose to her face for a full minute, a blissful smile on her face the entire time, Jethro took away the tray to place it on the floor on his side of the bed and put the box on her lap. She picked it up and held it in her palm as if it were the most precious thing she had ever held.

"Just part of your present." He murmured. She nodded before moving so she was sat in the V of his thighs, her legs crossed, facing him. "Got reservations for later too." She nodded before dropping her gaze to the box. They sat in silence for a few moments. "You actually going to open it?" He chuckled. She shot him a small smile before nodding once more and gently prising open the lid.

Nestled safely in red velvet sat a tiny new charm for the bracelet she hadn't taken off since Christmas. This one was a yellow gold heart outline, within which sat a solid golden rose surrounded by the words 'Be My Valentine'. The most beautiful smile he had ever seen spread across her face as her eyes sparkled with diamond looking unshed tears.

"Thought you said you weren't gonna cry?" Jethro joked. Ziva rolled her eyes but didn't deny it. He was right after all. "You're crying 'cause you're happy right?" It was a rare moment of vulnerability but they were comfortable enough now to share them. Ziva nodded before looking up at him just as the first shimmering droplet tumbled down her cheek.

"What did I do to deserve you?" She mused quietly. Jethro smiled softly, gently stroking the tear from her cheek with his thumb. She took his hand in her own and brought it to her mouth."Thank you." She whispered against his palm. He leaned in slowly and caressed her lips with his own in a whisper of an embrace.

"You're so welcome Ziva." He slipped his hand free and took hold of her bracelet, carefully opening the clasp and sliding on her latest charm. Once he re-clasped it, he pressed a butterfly kiss to the inside of her wrist. "Happy Valentine's Day Ziva." She choked of a laugh before falling into his waiting embrace.

"Happy Valentine's Day Jethro."