Tattoo
"Hello sweetie. How was work?" Daphne asked as Fred walked through the front door. "Ok, but I've got a surprise for you." He smiled. "What is it?" She asked eagerly, rising from the couch. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now would it." He smiled, again, she smiled back.
"Close your eyes." He said, she did. "What is it?" She asked. "Open your eyes." He said. Daphne opened her eyes to find Fred standing shirtless in front of her, not that she had a problem with that.
It took her a few seconds to notice, but when she finally did her eyes widened. She saw her name tattooed onto his chest. She watched him get dressed this morning, and she was pretty sure that it wasn't there. "When did you get that?" She asked. "Well, I finished work early this afternoon, so I got it then." He smiled.
He could have gotten anything, and he chose to have her name on his chest, forever. "All the things you could have gotten, and you have my name." She smiled, as she gently brushed her fingers over his tattooed skin. "I love you." He said, as she stroked the hand she had on his chest.
Daphne laid in bed with her hand on his chest and her fingers stroking the tattoo, Fred was sound asleep, though his arms held her. A few months after Fred showed him her tattoo, she had his name tattooed on to her wrist.
Now all she was waiting for, was Fred to propose to her.
Daphne gently pressed her lips to his jaw, "I love you." She whispered.