“Go first to do what?”I whisper while deep down I know what’s about to happen.
Floris throws his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to state with a huge grin, “Why, to get your rings tattooed of course.”
There are no words forming in my brain or tumbling from my lips.This cannot be happening.Tattooed rings?Is he afraid I might lose a ring or throw it at his head if he says something rude...which happens every other sentence so it might make sense.
Fiero hands me a piece of paper.The symbol is easy to recognize, showing Fiero’s initials.I let my finger trail over the piece of paper.I never thought about getting a tattoo.However, I’m absolutely enthralled by the glimpses of the ones Fiero has.
Which makes me wonder.“And you?”
He holds up a piece of paper with a Q and when I look closer there’s also a C merged into it.My initials.He’s getting a tattoo with my initials.
“We’re getting rings tattooed,” I state out loud to process this little indefinite fact, and blurt, “Is it safe?”
“Hygiene measures...”the tattoo artist starts.
Fiero holds up his hand to interrupt him.“She means is it safe due to her early pregnancy.Yes.Healthcare providers would tell you to wait until after the baby is born.Though, I won’t risk anything when it comes to you and our unborn child.It’s a small tattoo and everything will be done safely and hygienically.”
I glance at the tattoo artist, and he gives me a tight nod along with a brilliant smile.Nodding in return, the man starts to get ready.The tattoo will be small on my finger since I only recently found out I’m pregnant.I could have gotten a small tattoo without even knowing I was pregnant.
My heart skips a beat.I just got freaking married and I’m getting a tattoo.Holy shit.If anyone would have told me a few weeks ago what my life would entail right now?Crazy, insane, totally psychotic for sure.
The tattoo artist pats a chair.“Have a seat, lady.”
I shoot a glare at Fiero.“I’ll agree to the tattoo, but don’t expect me to get my nipples pierced anytime soon...if ever.”
Only his eyes spark with interest when he rumbles, “There’s a time and place for everything.”
It was a damn joke.I can feel my eyes widen and instead of giving him a snappy return, I keep my lips shut and plunk my ass on the chair.
The corner of his lips twitch and my breathing picks up when he leans in and places his lips right next to my ear.“You will enjoy getting your nipples pierced.We both will.Something to look forward to after giving birth to our child, and the breastfeeding of course.”
I shiver and swallow at the dryness in my throat.His proximity is making my skin feel too tight, my heart speeds up, along with my breathing, and my pussy clenches.Damn.My husband sure knows how to jolt my body into awareness.
Husband.Shit.I have to focus.
The next hour passes in a blur.I can’t stop staring at my finger.The design Fiero came up with, his initials, aren’t inked in black.The artist suggested to only do the linework for now and I have to say...it’s absolutely gorgeous.Fiero, however, has my initials in black along with thick lines going around his finger.
A tattoo, a mark...we exchanged a branding to show to the outside that we’re husband and wife.Even if the whole branding me with his initials shocked me at first, this is a statement, not something easily stripped away.
“Are you sure about this?”Fiero asks.
I have to blink to get out of my mental fog and tear my gaze away from my finger.“Yes.”
“Then let’s go.”Fiero places a hand on my lower back and guides me in the direction of the door.
The man who doesn’t like to be touched without consent sure is becoming touchy-feely when it comes to me.Hell, even the tattoo artist asked permission to touch me every damn time he lifted his hands.He must have been the same artist who did all his other ink due to the familiarity between them.
Floris opens the door to the limousine and I slide inside.Fiero joins me while Floris gets behind the wheel.We’re sitting side-by-side and why is my heart speeding up?His leg is pressing against mine and I can’t seem to focus.
“Everything okay?”Fiero rumbles.
No.Nothing will ever be o-the-fuck-o-motherfucking-kay ever again from here on out.
Instead of saying that, my mind jumps to the fact, “You made the priest skip over the whole ‘you can kiss the bride’ thing.”
“Exchanging saliva doesn’t seal a deal, or give meaning to feelings, or is a necessity to orgasm harder.”His clinical reply goes hand-in-hand with his stoic face and monotone voice.
Someone probably didn’t get any cuddles as a child.
