It was a quiet evening after a hard day. You decided not to do anything today You're lying in bed, the TV is playing in the background.

You're laying on your husband's bare chest, tracing his tattoos. Simon watches you with a small smile, his hands holding your hips.

You noticed a curved blade tattooed above his heart, italian writing beneath it. "What does this one mean?" You ask, looking at him. "Trough love or hate, my heart is stolen" He says Simon's fingers push up the hem of your shirt as his hands move to your waist. "But the blade was there before we got married?" You say He smirks "I got it the day you told me you hated me, my love" "Turns out I was right. My heart is eternally yours" He whispers before kissing you