Young Queen

SIXTY SEVEN

Part 2 of the anniversary special, lol. No real plot development, just a fun time, enjoy. 

ARIA'S POV

I felt like I was living on cloud 9, and if living like this was any indication of how our lives would be after this war, then I was all for ending it as soon as possible. Leo was so passionate, intense, loving, and just everything I needed in my life.

The grins on his face and the light in his eyes were enough for me to know he was having a great time celebrating our anniversary. I saw how lost and broken he looked a couple of nights ago after the dinner at his parent's house, and I knew he had a terrible time. I was glad to see his smiles once again. He deserved to be happy, to be loved.

The amount of joy that I felt watching him grinning while making us breakfast was something I can't even describe. He made me so fucking happy. I felt spoiled and bad for everyone else who would never get to experience this type of love in their lives.

"So Leo," I said.

"Yes, my love?" He replied, turning around. He held a spatula in one hand, his hair was messy, and all he wore was his apron. The view of his back and ass was quite nice to stare at if I was being honest.

"I thought we could get our matching tattoos," I told him. He froze before his mouth curved up in the biggest grin I had seen from him.

"You want to get a matching tattoo with me?" he asked, walking closer to the island where I sat in my robe.

"Of course I want a matching tattoo with you. We just have to decide what we want to get," I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You can get my portrait on your back," he teased. "I'll get yours."

I shook my head, "You hardly have any space in general for more tattoos."

"Yeah, but I've kept the space around my heart open. I want to get something that reminds me of you there," he said.

"What if I got an L.M. for Leonardo Moretti?" I asked him, thinking I could get it on my wrist or something.

"And I could get an A.M. for Aria Moretti," he grinned.

I laughed, "Yes, I guess that could work out. I think the eggs are burning."

He turned around quickly, shutting the stove off. He plated hashbrowns, waffles, and eggs for the two of them, while I took out some cups with orange juice. We sat down at the table, Leo now with his robe back on.

I sat with my legs draped over Leo's thighs and we began digging into our breakfast. "Are we going to get them in the same place?"

He nodded, "I want to, I'm kind of strapped for where I can get it though." He gestured down to his arms that were littered with tattoos. "What if we got them on our ring fingers?"

I smiled, that was a really good idea. "I love that."

"Good, and that way I still have space on my chest to get your face," he teased, pressing a kiss on my cheek.

"You're joking, but I wouldn't put it past you to actually do it," I told him.

"If I show up tomorrow with your face on my chest, don't ask any questions," he grinned. I rolled my eyes, taking his arm into my hands and pushing his robe sleeves up.

"Do any of these tattoos have meaning?" I asked him, tracing my fingers along the black lines.

"A lot of them I got as a way to cope with everything that was happening in Italy," he admitted, looking down at the ink on his arms. "I would just think of a tattoo idea and get it. I didn't really care for the meaning. It wasn't like my life had any at the time either. I liked the pain, it helped when nothing else did."