“Ow! Jia it hurts!” Daniel cried.
My mate was officially the most dramatic man in the universe.
“Daniel, it’s smaller than a dime,” I noted. “Stop being a baby.”
“I’m not being a baby!” he pouted, wincing as the needle touched his skin.
“Daniel, you really need to man up,” I smirked.
My husband was having the tattoo we had bought for Christmas, small ‘J’ and ‘D’ in fancy scripts on the jut of his hip. I had a matching one on the inside of my wrist. I had wanted it in the same place as Daniel but it would be too dangerous for the babies. At least with it on my wrist, I could show it off to the world that I was Daniel’s.
“I swear yours is smaller than mine!” Daniel accused, glaring at me.
I couldn’t help but laugh. We both had the same stencil so the tattoos were both the same size, t
