𝓘𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⩩ ᵉ!42 𝙈.𝙈

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 37

"HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HAVING A KID ? "

[Y/n] posed.

Resulting in the young man to halt and look back at her as he cautiously removed the ink machine from her finger.

" Nah."

He replied casually making [Y/n's] jaw tighten and her heart-

" But with you..." He smiled making [Y/n] sigh in relief as a hopeful smile appeared.

" Why though ? " Miles questioned a bit perplexed.

" Jus' like that. I wanted to know what kind of future you're planning for us."

-[Y/n] answered as she thought about her current situation and the different lifestyles they were living.

" I'm devoted to you baby. I ain't going nowhere." He said reassuringly as he squeezed [Y/n's] free hand.

" You don't have a choice."

[Y/n] chuckled softly-watching how Miles grin slowly widened with pride and satisfaction.

" You starting to sound like me."

" Not my fault you're a bad influence."

" A'ight. I'm done." The young adult declared as he handed [Y/n] the pen tattoo.

-She took a good look at the words permanently written on her finger.

' 𝚂 𝙾 𝚄 𝙻 '

[Y/n's] face lit up with 𝑔𝓁𝑒𝑒.

" You added somethin'."

There was a simple thread that circled her finger-" What does that mean ? "

" It's a Chinese legend that says that two people who are destined to be together are attached by an invisible red string bound from a male's finger to a female's finger." He explained as he cleaned the tattoo-not failing to notice the look of amazement on the young woman's face.

" Woah..."

" Basically it's an invisible red thread connecting those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place, or any circumstances." He finished.

" ...That's cute as fuck. "

" Glad you like it baby. 'Cause you almost made me fuck up the tattoo y'know ? "

" I'm sorry ! I just had to let it out."

[Y/n] apologized as she switched seats with Miles-in which he didn't waste the opportunity to steal a quick kiss.

" Don't stress it. I'll give you a better answer when we get to mines."

" A'ight." [Y/n] smiled while holding her boyfriend's hand." My tuuurn."

" You got it mama."

Miles praised-his voice sounding so lull, so soothing. The specific name he chose making [Y/n's] breath hitch.

" Here we go." She breathed while cautiously started the tat'.

[Y/n] took longer than him which was reasonable since she wasn't familiar or experienced with tattoos. She also noticed that he was barely moving or showing any signs of pain.