When Myka said the tattoo was hers, Pete raised his eyebrows. A tattoo didn't seem like a very Myka-like thing. When he thought of girls getting tattoos, he always thought of drunken college girls, who wanted to prove themselves to their friends by getting a rose tattooed on their backs. Pete was sure Myka wasn't one of those girls so he gave her a look of confusion.
As she started to explain why she had gotten it, he frowned. She really didn't talk about her father all that much, and now he saw why. He couldn't imagine being told by a parent what they were going to be. Even when his dad was still alive, he never pushed his profession on Pete. He always told him and Casey they could be anything they wanted.
But leave it to his Myka to take a stand and do what she wanted. Pete grinned at her and leaned forward to softly kiss her. "That's my girl," he said against her lips. "I'm glad you decided to do what you wanted 'cause meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to me." He pulled back a little and ran his hand over her side. "And the tattoo is beautiful. I was never brave enough to get one. I see a needle and run the other way."
Looking over his shoulder, Pete looked at the clock and noticed it was getting late. Their flight back to Rapid City left early in the morning, and Pete figured they needed to get some sleep. "We should get some rest," he said as he looked at her again. He reached down and pulled the covers over them before snuggling her close. "Love you. Night, Myka."