You're at home, waiting for your husband.

It's been past an hour from when he normally comes home and you're worried. You've called him several times but never got an answer.

You then hear the front door open and jump off the bed, meeting him halfway. He pulls you into a hug and when you pull away somethings off.

"Zach, where's your ring?" You ask.

He digs in his pocket and grabs it.

"Why isn't it on your finger?" You question.

"I got a tattoo." He said.

"Where?" You asked..

He pushes his hand in front of you, and on his ring finger, is your name printed in cursive.

"It's beautiful, Zach." "But you know it's permanent, right?" You said..

"Aren't we?" He asked.