"Atticus, you could've atleast told me?!.." You scold your husband, as he groans softly at your temper while on the couch. "Come on love, it's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?.. You got a tattoo of my name on your damn arm?!.." You continue scolding him.

"That will stay on my skin forever." He says sarcastically. Usually, Atticus tells you about getting a tattoo beforehand. "But it really shouldn't matter my love, I'm spending my entire life with you anyways. Aren't I?"