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“Nanya! Nanya” a tiny voice squeals.
Anya immediately drops to catch the small figure, who launches herself into my wife’s arms.
“Oh, hi, little one!” Anya cheers as she picks up the toddler, both beaming at each other. My mind envisions what she’d belike as a mother, and my face splits into a smile. “Your dress is so pretty,” my wife coos.
Tao and Sky approach behind her. Tao bows at Anya before extending his hand out for me, Skylar following suit.
“Sorry ’bout that. She really is a speed demon.” Sky chuckles.
“It’s no problem,” Anya replies, squeezing the child tight.
“Congratulations, boss,” Tao says.
“Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Liu!” Sky jokes, and my wife throws her head back, laughing.
The new title is a joke the ladies came up with. Sky must’ve been updated.
“She’s a mess,” Tao says as he watches his wife with stars in his eyes.
Skylar Li is one of a kind for sure. For starters, she’s completely bald and not just covered in tattoos, but each side is a mirror image of the other. Anya thinks she’s a total badass. She grew up in the Triad, but only her husband is a part of the business. Sky owns a tattoo parlor. She’s outspoken, goes against the grain, and can kick ass just like my wife.
“Did you bring the stuff?” Anya asks Sky.
“I certainly did!”
Her smile tells me she’s up to no good as she holds a small metal suitcase up by her head.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Come on. You’ll see!” Anya says as she takes me by the hand and pulls me over to a chair where Sky is setting up.
“Are you getting a tattoo, babe?” I ask, smiling down at her. She’s practically bouncing on her toes.
“We are. I thought this would be the perfect time.”
“You can get a tattoo—under one condition.”
She raises an eyebrow as she places a hand on her hip.
“Oh,can I, dear husband? Thank you for your permission,” she quips.
Ignoring her, I take a seat and pull her into my lap before whispering in her ear, “No one gets to mark you but me. I’ll be doing your tattoo.”
She knows I’ve studied with the best tattoo artists in the world and have done my own.
“Fine, but if you botch this, you’re on the couch until I can get it removed.”
Letting out a chuckle. “Deal, amore. Where is it going?”
Having heard our conversation, Sky gets everything prepped, cleaned, and hands over the tattoo gun as Anya replies and shows me a photo of her vision.
I smile.
It’s a simple script. Easy enough. I move her onto my left thigh so I can get a better angle. She wants it placed at the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Of course.” My wife nods with certainty, and I gleam with pride.
