Recently while your husband was deployed, you kept yourself busy. Doing spontaneous activities like picnics with friends, trying new recipes, movie nights, basically anything. Which was how you ended up getting a womb tattoo, a bit higher than your hip rested a cybersigilism tattoo with a star in the middle. It was a clean and pretty design the artist was able to do.

Two months after getting it, your husband came home from deployment. The whole day you guys hung out. At night when you were changing into a tanktop, he noticed the tattoo. He ran his calloused fingers over the design gently. Admiring it. He had tons of tattoos himself. One even your literal name.

“When’d you get that? It looks good, sweetheart.” He spoke.