"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~68~ "Tattoo."

~Noah~ (Slight sexual content, not smut)
"Pleaseee!" Lia begged as I attempted to work. She stood on the other side of my desk, holding a tattoo kit.
I suppose she's learning to become a tattoo artist, and she wants to practice, on me.
She slammed her hands down on the table.
"Noahnoahnoah-hey Noah- Noah. Noah. Noah. Noah." She repeated. I sighed, looking up at her with a flat glare.

"What's your plan?" I crooked an eyebrow, leaning my chin on my hand and looking at her.

"EEEK! OKAY!" She squealed, walking over to the other side of the desk and standing next to me. "I was thinking a design like this." She grabbed her phone out, showing me a photo of someone with vines tattooed down their arm.

I stared at the photo, "Fine, go nuts."
She jumped up and down with excitement.
I pulled my shirt off, tossing it on the sofa in the corner and going back to work as the tattoo gun's needles started to stab into me. I barely noticed it, too focused on how far behind I was in work.

The office door opened as I looked up to see Alex standing in the doorway, severely confused at the sight in front of her. "I thought you were working, Mr. Carter?" She chuckled, raising an eyebrow as she took a step into the room.

"Was supposed to be." I grumbled, looking over at my sister, who couldn't even hear us, too focused on her own design.

"Your father would kill you two if he saw this." She sat down in the chair across from me, a laptop in her hands.

"Mum always said the devil runs a tattoo shop in hell." Lia laughed. I rolled my eyes.

"Michael knows you're doing this?" Alex crossed a leg over the other, grabbing the glass of whiskey I was in the middle of drinking off the desk and taking a sip.

I shook my head, "He likes tattoos though." I looked back down at my work.

"I do." A familiar voice caught my attention as I looked up, seeing Michael leaning against the door, watching the scene before him. A pair of dark, baggy jeans covered his legs and a white shirt buttoned up over his chest.
"You finally getting one?" He tilted his head.

I nodded with a sigh under my breath as he walked over, hopping up and sitting on my desk next to where I sat. I looked down at the paperwork he was sitting on, whatever.
"You look pretty." I smiled, sitting back in my chair slightly as I admired him.

It has been about a week since he came home from the hospital, his leg was slowly healing, still says it hurts after standing for while though.

"Thank you." He leaned his hands on the desk. "What's she tattooing?" He looked over at the picture on her phone. "Hot." He mumbled under his breath so only I could hear, I snickered.

"Right after graduation, Rose was in a super rebellious stage." Alex said, Michael turned his head to look at her. "She cut her hair short, bleached it, anything that would make her no longer recognizable to her mum." She laughed quietly as she thought about it. "I somehow convinced her to get tattoos for each other. My name on her, and hers on me." She opened up a button to her shirt, showing Rose's full name written in cursive just below her collar bone.

"I like it." Michael hummed, turning his head to Lia. "Can I steal that when you're finished?" He asked, gesturing at the tattoo gun.

"Sure." Lia smiled.

"What's your plan, Afton?" I nodded my head at him to catch his attention. He smirked and shrugged.

"I dunno, yet." He clearly lied, I gave him an unimpressed gaze, only getting a laugh in response.
I glanced down at his stomach, I could see a slight bump forming ever so slightly with every passing day.