*Sherri*
"This right here! It's perfect!" I am beyond excited that I finally found the right tattoo symbol and Zach had drawn it up for me. Honestly, I had planned on getting this with or without a meaning behind it just because I wanted to do so. Teri had already gotten a tattoo with my initials in it much to my disapproval, and even though her stubborn ass didn't listen to me, I did smile secretly feeling special that she would be willing to do such a thing knowing that it's an unspoken rule NOT to get the name of your significant other...not that I'm her lawfully wedded wife, but I kind of am and always will be.
"I mean, it's close enough, but you can always tell people it means water and strength," he points to the different aspects of the tattoo, and I see it. The "K" stands for water, and the "T" part of it stands for strength. Nothing could be better than this, and my heart hammers in my chest as I take a deep breath.
"Okay, slap it on me!" I joke as I make sure my hair is out of the way. He carefully places the thin, inked paper at the base of my neck, and I don't even realize I'm holding my breath.
"Breathe, Sherri! I can't have you fainting on me, now, can I?" He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, and I laugh softly.
"Sorry! I know I'm a big baby! But I want to do this. Just get it over with!"
He laughs as he has me go and look in the mirror to see if he positioned it right, and soon, I'm reclining in the chair as he starts working on the tattoo. It stings at first, but I make myself focus on each and every one of my breaths. Before I know it, he's telling me he's done, and he's applying anointment before covering it up.
"All done, chica!" I smile as I sit up and adjust my tank top. I pay him while he gives me the basic care instructions, and soon, I'm off to pick the boys up from their last day of preschool. It's a good thing my hair covers this part of my shoulder because I don't really feel like explaining over and over again that I didn't get stitches, I didn't have surgery, and no, for the love of god, I didn't get into an accident!
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*Teri*
I sigh as I put the last of the laundry in the dryer. "Bayley! How many times do I need to tell you that you CAN NOT leave your clothes in the wash! They'll mildew! Good god! Do you need a hearing aid!?!?" I holler out as I slam the door to the laundry room and run right into my daughter who frowns.
"Sor-ry! Geez! Take a chill pill!" she sasses, and I roll my eyes. I don't feel like getting into it with this child today. She's been in a mood since I picked her up from her last day of school. Lord only knows why because she was the absolute worst child to wake up in the morning.
"I want you to remember to take them out of the dryer. I won't tell you twice or your ipad is mine for a month. The last time you did this stuff, you ended up washing the same load five times before you remembered. Am I clear?" I pull down a wine glass and a bottle of unopened Cabernet.
She ignores me as she types away on her phone, and I wait until I've poured myself a glass before I slowly walk up to her and pluck the phone out of her hands.
"Hey!"
"Hey, yourself. Did you hear a single word I said? Hmmm? I'm not playing around, Bayley Paige! Honestly! This can go one of two ways, and I highly doubt you want the one way!" I am looking her dead in the eye as she stares me down, and I refuse to look away as she finally concedes.
"Fine. Yes, I'll watch my laundry. Sorry for sassing," she holds out her hand for her phone and I hand it over before I blow my bangs out of my eyes and head out back to chill until dinner is ready.
