Abi pulled her lip through her teeth as he smirked just that tiny smirk and did that do something to her stomach to make it flip around like it used to do when they were first dating. Nobody would blame her, she was sure, for having a tiny crush on the younger version of her boyfriend. He was so shy in comparison, judging by that hand not quite coming close enough to touch her.
"There's more to life than just not being dead, apparently," she replied softly, pulling her top back down over the pink toned tattoo. Her Ernest had been crazy for it so far, she really shouldn't have expected anything different from this one either. "And yes, that's permanent. Hurt like a bitch as well, but he seems to enjoy looking at it..."
Why though? She had no valid reason that would make sense to anyone but her and her lover. "Because... I don't want a ring on my finger but that doesn't mean I'm not his. And he's mine too. Plus he gets this look in his eyes when he sees it. He's proud of himself, and of me."
Swallowing thickly, Abi hadn't thought this Ernest would agree. How would her Ernie react to it? "Just uh... be warned. If you meet our son Charlie, he might call you Papa. He's only 3 and a half, but sharp as a tack."