Heading her way, he got a good look at it, and it made his heart skip in his chest.
“Oh, Gabriella,” he said, unable to stop smiling.
On her hip, there was a heart, and in it, she’d put his name.
It was sweet and something he’d never forget for as long as he lived.
“I wanted to carry you with me all day, every day,” she said, as the guy was finishing it up.
He.
Loved.
It.
Well, now, he needed to return the favor. Because if she had a name tattoo, he needed to do that too.
“Can you do me next?” he asked the man. “Same tattoo, but with her name on my chest?”
The man nodded.
“Absolutely.”
Well, then, it was decided.
As Gabby got up, the guy sealed the ink up, and she buttoned up her jeans.
Finn sat down, and they waited for the artist to make another image to stencil.
“I love it,” he said, holding her hand. “Thank you for that,” he added.
She gave him a kiss.
“It felt right. I can always get flowers. How often can I get the name of the man I love?”
She was absolutely right.
When the artist came over, Finn pulled off his shirt, and the man placed the stencil where he wanted it. When he peeled it off, he checked it in the mirror.
His chest was unmarked by ink, but now, it would hold the most important tattoo of his life.
“Perfect,” he said.
As the man got down to it, Finn ignored the pain, and focused on Gabby.
“What would you like to bring back for food tonight?” he asked.
She considered it.
“I’m kind of in the mood for pizza. Do you think we can make that happen?” she asked.
Oh, he’d make it happen if he had to find a recipe online and make it himself.
Fortunately, he knew a place.
“We can,” he said. “Or, and hear me out, we don’t bring food back, and instead, we bring Tony out for a night at the pub. You know he wants to go back out after the first night here.”
She smiled.