The Girl Who Hated The Backstreet Boys(A Nick and Aaron Carter Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty Two- New Tattoos

"Jayla, you are in charge of the twins while your mom and I are gone." my husband says.

"What if they don't listen to me?"

"Call your Uncle Nick or something I don't know. Or wait until we get home." I tell her squeezing Aaron's hand.

Raven Rebel and Saffron come running in with the Sorry game while arguing as usual. This argument being about who would win the game first.

"Saffron, you suck at board games! You should stick to basketball and singing like dad."

"At least I don't sing in front of the mirror with a hairbrush and do an air guitar!"

"Screw off dipstick! I wasn't a pussy when I was a baby crying all the time like you were. I was a strong woman like I am right now. I can even do more push ups then you because all you care about is how much you look like dad!"

Aaron and I exchange glances before shaking our heads at our twins.

"Let's go love. So we don't miss our appointment." Aaron says.

On the car ride to the tattoo place Aaron holds my hand intertwing our fingers and just smiles at me.

"I love you Airboy." I say to my husband.

"I love you more Hannah Cabana." he answers.

We arrive at the tattoo place and I pull out my sketch book for my fashion designs where I had drawn my tattoo. As well as Aaron's. We show the tattooist my sketches, my husband goes first since his tattoo is smaller. But also so that he can hold my hand during my tattoo which will be more painful than his.

I watch Aaron take his shirt off and smile a little as his muscles flex in the process, he hands me his shirt before kissing me. He keeps it short though which makes me a little disappointed.

I pull up a chair to sit next to Aaron and hold his hand just for my own pleasure not because he needed me to. I smile because his tattoo is literally a heart thats says Hannah's Man. He let me pick the colors, and font. The words are in black.

When it's my turn my husband and I switch spots but Aaron was there to comfort me if I needed it, which I will.

"Airboy, don't let go of me." I whisper.

"I won't let go of your hand baby I promise. But one question I thought you hated getting our matching tattoo? Why do you want three if they cause you so much pain?"

"Aaron, let's just say that after having babies with you I got accustomed to pain in more ways than one. Losing them hurt, and giving birth hurt to, so I got tough."

On the inside I am terrified right now but just partially lied to my husband to make him not worry so much. I cry for a while and when I can't anymore Aaron kisses my hand then my lips.

"Hannah, I am so proud of you. You are so brave for getting this tattoo that obviously causes you lots of pain, but it's beautiful like you."

When it's over Aaron pays for our tattoos and offers to drive us home, I nod and hand him the keys.

"I wish Saffron and Raven Rebel could be left alone longer because I just want to be alone with you right now Aaron. I miss that so much, but I love the kids."

"I get it baby. I get it. And I miss being alone with you to, maybe sometime soon if I can get an album produced we can get some more money that's not from your fashion designs."

"Why can't we go now with the kids? Like a cruise or something and they can go to some kids club or something?"

"Because the twins are naughty as fuck Hannah!" my husband says laughing.

"True. I hope all of them are alive when we get home." I joke back.

Aaron parks our car in the driveway and helps me out kissing my forehead.

As soon as we get into the house the first thing we notice is how quiet it is my husband and I raise our eyebrows.

"Do you think something happened to them Aaron?" I ask resting my head on his chest.

Suddenly we hear Saffron scream, "FBI put your hands up and freeze!"

Jayla comes in with a flashlight and shines it in our faces and says in a lame voice, "Hey, Boss, they seem suspious to me."

"Okay, shoot em' up Rave!" he calls and Saffron and his sister pelt us with Nerf gun bullets.

Aaron plays along with them and takes most of the Nerf gun bullets shielding me from them, he then plays dead.

I laugh as he opens one eye and smirks at me when the kids aren't looking, I stroke his messy hair and kiss him.

"Aaron Carter, my knight in shining armor." I say.

The kids all come up and hug us but gently as they knew we had just gotten tattoos.