Julia.
She looks over the neatly scripted tattoo on his shoulder blade for what feels like the hundredth time in the last minute. Something inside her breaks a little as she stares at it. She isn't jealous exactly. She knows he is hers, totally and completely, but that doesn't stop her from wondering. She brings her hand out hesitantly to run her fingertips over the decorated flesh and he tenses under her touch. He sits up quickly in the bed and she can't help but admire the way it moves with his skin and muscle. Like its a part of him, because it is. She is.
She has no idea who Julia is or what she meant to him, but she knows she was important... is important. He shakes his head and leans down to slip his boxers on before walking to the kitchen.
She sighs and closes her eyes, letting sleep take her over again.
She wakes later to him brushing her curls back gently behind her ear and leaving a soft kiss on her cheek.
She opens her mouth to ask the question that's been eating at her, but she swallows it again and ignores the bitter taste it leaves in her mouth.
She doesn't ask and he doesn't offer up any information, but he smiles. A smile that says 'one day.' She smiles back. One day.
One day she will ask and he will answer. Not today, but one day. When they're both ready.