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In which a love morally forbidden by society becomes to potent to ignore.
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"I love you, Eden."
"I love you, Huxley."
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Previously titled 'White Ca...
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HUXLEY KING
"I want to get a tattoo."
I raised my eyebrows at my daughter who was watching me gently. I noticed Eden was looking at Gracie as well, no longer focused on her online course.
Eden decided to take the online course available for her degree. She said the thought of being on campus around all those people made her almost as nauseous as in the first trimester of her pregnancy. I thought it best not to fight her on that one.
"Do you have any ideas?" I asked, shutting my phone off.
Gracie nodded, "Yup," and passed me her phone.
I glanced down at the tattoo she had open on her Pinterest, seeing the small design of a snake resting on the hipbone of some random chick.
I looked at Gracie as I placed her phone into Eden's palm, who had already extended her hand to have a look.
"Can I give you my honest opinion?" When Gracie nodded, I locked my fingers together. "Darling, if you're going to get a tattoo on your hip or thigh, you should go as intricate as possible."
"Like a whole thigh tattoo, maybe even going onto my ass?" Gracie asked, raising her eyebrows sceptically.
"Yup." I nodded.
"I think so too," Eden shrugged, chucking Gracie back her phone. "You're hot, you should show it off."
I bobbed my head in agreement, "If you're comfortable, of course."
My daughter scoffed and rolled her eyes at me. I returned the gesture, circling my eyes.
"Of course I'm comfortable. It's just that it's my first tattoo."
I smiled, dipping my head. "Understandable, a big thigh tattoo would look good on you though."
Gracie hummed, scrolling through her phone, presumably to look for another tattoo design. I noticed my little girl trade a look with Eden, each with a smirk in their silent conversation. Though, knowing both so well, I could fucken guess what it was about.
I groaned, rolling my eyes as I threw my head back. "Not sexually, for fucks sake."
My girls burst out laughing, their faces turning red in amusement while mined pinkened in embarrassment. I palmed my forehead, resting my elbows on my knees. "I hate you both," I muttered under my breath.
Their laughter died down and my hands slipped from my face. Gracie was clutching her stomach as if it hurt from her laughing while Eden was holding her chest to calm her breathing.
