You always loved your fiancés tattoos, even the ones that you told him not to get. He loved his tattoos too, enough o get the ones you told him not to get.

He was sitting in bed, scrolling on his phone, and you were reading a book on your side of the bed. He was shirtless, and you were in one of his t-shirts that was too loose on you.

You looked over to your side table and saw a pack of markers laying there, untouched. Your nephew probably left them when he visited a few days back. You got the idea to colour Leeknows tattoos.