This was written because of a conversation me and my best friend Charlie had last night, and we kinda jokingly said about racing each other to write and post it. So Charlie if you see this and you were planning on racing me on this HA I WIN! xD I also dedicate it to Charlie, for having that conversation with me so I ended up writing this, cheers dude!
Anyway, I'm not sure about the ending, but I like the rest so I thought I'd post it anyway. And remember, reading = commenting! I hope you enjoy!
"This one, I like this one the most." Danny pointed out his preferred design, his hand settling on my hip as he did so.
"Same, that's the one." I agreed, picking up the paper, "Could we have this one please?" I asked the person in front of us.
"Yeah sure, give me a couple of minutes to set up, its for the both of you right?" We nodded at the question, waiting patiently, though nervously until things were set up and ready for us.
"Ready and sure about this?" I asked as I settled in the chair.
"As sure as I was when we had this idea, and born ready." Danny smiled in answer, reaching out to hold my hand from the chair next to mine.
The sound of the needles buzzing filled the room, the tattooists setting to work on the both of us at the same time, just as we'd wanted.
"Did ya get it?" Dougie nearly shouted the second we entered the room, making Harry's head look up at the same time.
"Yep, we both got them." I smiled, looking back at my boyfriend before looking at our son, held in Harry's arms, half asleep.
"Oh lets see! I wanna see!" Harry carefully stood up, carrying Buzz with him, the baby looking ridiculously small in his muscled arms. I smiled on the sight of him, so in love with my beautiful son Buzz, so little and unbelievably perfect. There were moments where I couldn't believe he was mine, more than mine ours. As in mine and Danny's, our son. Our actual son, who we made together, nobody could take him away from us, our perfect son.
I didn't take my eyes off him as me and Danny rolled up our sleeves, revealing matching simple tattoos, both reading 'Buzz Michelangelo Fletcher Jones' with '13/3/2014' underneath. It was a small thing, but somehow perfect. Sort of like Buzz, perfect and little. Though he'd soon grow, and in some ways I couldn't wait to watch him grow. But in others, I wanted to keep him like this forever, hold him in my arms and keep him there forever. That's why we'd gotten the tattoos, to remind ourselves of this, of our little boy, only a few weeks old, carrying him wherever we went forever, just like we wanted.