Forever Yours

Eleven

"Tattoos?!" I shriek, looking up at the tattoo parlor we've just walked up tp. I've just taken off the blindfold Juan practically had to force on me for the entire ride here. I turn extremely quickly to see Juan behind me with the biggest smile on his face. "Nuh-uh." I shake my head, attempting to walk away. He laughs, turning me, and forcing me to walk closer into the parlor.

"Come onnnnn." he pleads. "It'll be so fun!"

I shake my head, turning around to face him again. He rests his hands on my waist, his smile still hasnt left. "Juan! I dont have any tattoos. You have like a million." I say, looking down at his arm full of tattoos. "I dont know if its something I want."

He nods, kissing me softly. "Okay, well I'll give you time to think it over. I'm getting a few done anyway, so you can think it over while I'm getting mine done." he smiles, interwining his fingers with mine.

I nod, beginning to walk closer towards the parlor slowly. "Okay, yeah. I'll think it over." I say with a shaky voice.

***

"I fucking love them!" I exclaim, looking down at Juan and I's new tattoos.

He chuckles, nodding. "Yeah, they're cool." he kisses me lightly. "Thank you for doing this."

"It didn't hurt all that bad." I shrug. "And its small." I don't have any tattoos, and never really wanted any, but I know Juan was really excited about me getting a tattoo with him, so I figured why not? The little infinity sign was cute, and nothing too major, yet it had a beautiful message to it: We're forever.

"Next we get each others names tattooed on our foreheads." he says, looking down at his phone.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Absolutely not."

He chuckles, putting his phone in his back pocket. "I'm kidding." he wraps his arms around my waist, brining me in for a kiss. "What do you think about mine?" he asks, taking a few steps back so I can take a proper look at his new tattoos.

I nod. "They look sexy as fuck." I laugh. "I love them."

"And the ones on my neck?"

"Hot as fuck." I laugh, giving him a kiss. I caress his cheeks. "Just please never do anything to this beautiful face of yours."

He shakes his face. "Never."

***

"No way you got a tattoo!" Joel exclaims, over our facetime call.

I laugh, nodding. "I did."

"Let me see."

I hold up my thumb to show him proof. "See?" I ask with a grin.

"Wow." he nods.

"Mine are better." Juan says, snatching my phone from my hand, lifting his shirt up to show Joel his new tattoos. I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"The one on your stomach is sick!" I hear Joel say.

I look out the window to see that we've pulled up to our restaurant of choice. Although we did want some privacy during our honeymoon, there's no way we could just walk around freely without any security, so we brought two along. They drives us around to where we need to be, and also makes sure we're safe wherever we go. They still keep a safe distance away though, just to give us privacy. Juan has had security guards follow him around almost everywhere that isn't Colombia--and sometimes LA--for as long as I've known him, and at first it made me feel a bit uncomfortable to have someone watching our every move, but now it's like they aren't even there. I know how necessary they are now, after seeing how crazy people in this world can be.

I take the phone back from Juan, earning a glare. "We just got to where we're having dinner, so we'll talk later! Byeee. And go to sleep!" I shake my head, hanging up once he's also said goodbye.

"Let's go." Juan says, once my door is opened for the both of us.

We're quickly escorted to the entrance of the restaurant, and Juan tells Rafael, one of our bodyguards that they can wait in the car. "How long are we here again?" I ask Juan once we're seated at our table.

"Another week and a half." he smiles sadly. "I have to get back to the studio to work on my album, or else I would totally want to stay longer."

I nod. "Yeah. I get it though. You had to take a break, and now it's time to get back to work." Juan's whole process of making his album got completely ruined when he got into a pretty bad accident on stage preforming a few months back. I'm still not completely sure how it happened, but he ended up busting his knee very badly while on stage. Thousands of people caught it on camera, and it went crazy on social media, but I've never been able to watch any of them. I don't think I've ever seen him in so much pain. After that pretty bad accident, emergency surgery was needed, and he had to be on bedrest for a while, and then had to take a few months of physical therapy in order to walk just like he had before the accident. His health has been his number one priority ever since, and he's just barely started getting back into the studio in recent weeks.

"I'm so excited to get back to working on my album." he smiles happily.

"I love how passionate you are about what you love." I smile.

He nods. "I really am. I just cant wait to get back on stage. It's what I love doing more than anything."

"You aren't nervous about hurting your knee again?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "It was a freak accident that happened. The chances of it happening again are almost zero. And I am definitely not going to give less of a performance just because I hurt my knee the last time I was on stage."

I smile, shaking my head. "You're brave for that." he chuckles. "What about your album release and touring? When do you think all that is happening?" I ask, but he doesn't get a chance to answer because our waitress comes to ask for our orders.

"Mmmm," he hums once our waitress has taken our orders. "I would say maybe like six months? I already have almost more than half of the songs done. I want to get the album out soon, but I also don't want to rush it. I'd probably want to start touring like a month after the album releases, just to give everyone a chance to learn the songs." he smiles.

I nod. "Sounds good. You've got it all figured out."

"Yeah." he nods. "Would you maybe want to come with me for the first few weeks of tour?" he asks.

I think about it for a few moments, before nodding slowly. "Yeah, maybe. If I'm not too busy with work, I'd love to." I smile, taking a sip of my drink. "I will definitely be at the first show no matter what though."

"My number one fan." he chuckles, grabbing my hand from across the table gently.

I nod, squeezing his hand gently. "You know it." I say with a wink.

A/n
Hi guys! I hope you like this chapter and those very hot pictures of Juan! I'll try to update again soon.