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Thank Godfor the second pram we bought especially to keep at Castle Ink. I thought it would be easier to have one here, rather than having Addy pull Phoebe’s out of the car every time she came here to see me or when she had a client. Jay lays her down in her pram and she coos at the little toy thing that is dangling from the hood.

“You just lay there and look beautiful while I go over here and inflict some pain on Mummy and Daddy.” He chuckles to himself as he walks away. I lean over the pram and touch my daughter’s cheek. God, she looks like Addy. But Addy says she looks like me. Who fucking cares, we made a damn beautiful baby.

“Oh, Pheebs, Uncle Jay should know by now that I enjoy a bit of pain, and so does Mum.” I turn my head and wink at a laughing Addy. Turning my gaze to Jay who looks horrified makes me laugh and straighten up.

“Bro, I did not need to hear that. How about you tattoo your girl and she can tattoo you? You can get each other off that way and I am nowhere near either of you.” He shudders. He knows Addy can’t tattoo.

“I was joking, dude. Chill out.” I wink at Addy who chuckles and removes her thin cardigan. I can’t keep my eyes off her; she is the sexiest woman I have ever met. It feels freeing to see Addy like this and not feel guilty about missing Fiona. Plenty of nights we have stayed up talking about her. Addy won’t let me forget, not that I would, we added her name into our daughters name for fucks sake. I watch as she places her cardigan on the hook on the wall before she walks over to the black leather seat and slides into it with ease. She crosses her legs and her feet poke out from the bottom of her skirt. The chunky wedge shoes she is wearing finish off her outfit. Addy will never change who she is, and why should she? Just because she became a mother, that doesn’t mean she should change the way she dresses or the way she is. Addy is the perfect mum. Phoebe always comes first.

“How about you tattoo Ads, and then do me,” I say to my brother.

“Hey, only I get to do you,” Addy protests. I smile at her and she winks at me. Yeah she does. The one and fucking only.

“Ditto, baby.” I smirk at her and she laughs. “Let’s do this, man. So we can do Phoebe’s name tattoo first. We said we would have it in the same place. Are you still okay with that babe?” I turn and ask Addy. She nods her head in agreement.

“Yeah, babe. All good.” I watch as Jay lowers the seat so that Addy can lay down. Before she settles on her side, she removes her t-shirt, leaving her in her pale blue lace bra. She is goddamn lucky that it is my brother and Luke in the room, otherwise I would flip my shit having another man see her tits like this.

“Babe,” I say with a slight undertone to my voice, but I can’t keep the small smile off my face.

“Oh shut it Captain Twat. I see these two boys as brothers and come on, how many pairs of boobs have they seen?”

“Good point. Plus, I think Luke has seen ten times more since he started working here. God, women from all over are coming here to have their nipples pierced by him, or have a tattoo in a very intimate area. If you know what I mean?”

“Well that’s good for Castle Ink, right?” she adds.

“Fuck yeah, good for me too. Tits galore, honey. I am in my element,” Luke pipes in from the doorway. He bounces his eyebrows at Addy.

“Okay, that's it. Luke needs a Captain title. Mmmm let me think it over.”

“Captain Man-whore?” I suggest.

“Captain Big Cock,” Luke quips.

“Doubt that,” Addy adds. “It will come to me. Give it time.” Jay turns around from the counter and pulls the small trolley over to the chair. Addy lays on her side and Jay leans over her and places the stencil over her ribs. The tips of the crown start just below her tit. Phoebe’s name will run along her ribs, facing inwards. The crown and the name will be in black with some pink shading added. I am having the same tattoo in the same place. It is our tribute to our baby girl.

“Dude, come and have a look at the placement,” Jays tells me. The door chimes and Luke bends his body back slightly to see who just came in. A big arse smile spreads across his face. Girls.

“And I’m up. Later fuckers.” He rubs his hands together and a pervy smirk appears as he walks to the front of the studio. Definitely a man-whore. I shake my head and walk over to see if the placement is right. I put my hand on Addy’s hip and lean in, feeling her hand on my thigh makes my dick swell in my jeans. Nodding my head, I lift my eyes to see Addy staring at me, lust in her eyes.Yeah, my baby is turned on.I didn’t technically lie to my brother about Addy and me liking some pain during sex, because we do, just not hardcore stuff.

“Looks good man.” I step back just as Addy’s hand reaches my crotch. She smiles a wicked smile at me. My wicked girl.

I take a seat next to the tattoo chair and watch as my brother tattoos my daughter’s name on my girl’s body. Addy’s skin is flawless. She has been griping about two tiny stretch marks on her lower belly from when she carried Phoebe, but I think they are sexy as hell. They are proof that she carried my baby. I sit and watch as the tattoo takes form, the black outline standing out against her pale skin. She doesn’t flinch, she is used to the pain; she craves it at times. I remember doing her sleeve a few years ago, it should have taken four or five sittings, but it took three. I would have done it in one, just to have her close to me, even if she didn’t know that little fact. I was still grieving Fiona. I was super fucking pissed when I found out that Jay had done the rose on her shoulder. I love that rose, I love biting that rose as I take her from behind. My dick stirs in my jeans again and I adjust myself. Addy notices and smirks at me. She mouths ‘later’ to me and I wink at her.

It takes Jay an hour and a half to finish the tattoo and I have to say it looks fucking bad arse. The slightly red, swollen skin raised around it makes the back ink pop. But that will settle down by tomorrow. I nod my head in appreciation for my brother’s work. Damn, I taught him well. I chuckle to myself as I watch Addy stand and walk over to the mirror. I walk over to her and place my hands on her hips, holding her in front of me. We both admire the design. It sits perfectly on her body. Mine will be a little bigger, due to my size.

“I love it. It is bloody perfect,” Addy says in almost a whisper, but I hear her. I rest my chin on her bare shoulder and run one hand over her bare stomach. Addy lays her hand over mine and we stare at the name on her side. ‘Phoebe’: our very own Princess who owns her very own Castle. I bite her tattooed shoulder, the one with the multi-coloured rose.

I move my thumb over her stomach and the notion hits me that Addy is standing out here in just a bra for everyone in the studio to see. I quickly say.

“My turn. Back in the room. Now.” I slowly back away from the mirror with Addy still in my arms. She giggles but doesn’t stop me. We back into Jay’s room to find him standing there smiling at us. He shakes his head and motions to the chair.

“Ads, why don’t I do the matching tattoo while I have your needle ready.”

“Okay, but do I get to see it before I have it?” I shake my head.

“Nope. You have to trust me. You do trust me, right?”

“Stupid question,” she snipes back.

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