When I had caught my breath and leaned back, I saw how terrified Derick looked, and I felt guilty for worrying him over a dream.
I wiped my cheeks, and sniffed, "I'm sorry I worried you. I'm okay now."
"Don't apologize to me, it's okay," He said and kissed my forehead. "But no more crying. I hate seeing you in pain."
"I'll see what I can do," I smiled and touched his chest, but then I cringed in pain and pulled back my arm to examine the tattoo, "It's done?"
"Yes, all done," He answered and ran his fingers through my hair, tucking it back behind my ear and leaving goosebumps all over my skin, "No backing out now. You're all mine. You have a stay with me forever and have my babies."
I giggled, but he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine.
"Promise me. Promise you'll always s
