Oh, sweetheart. No, just-just-Just your name, written kind of dark and curly.

His voice is shaking and I close my eyes holding onto what he said. My name on his chest, in something dark and curly...Guess I can use the curls to help cover the other name...

His arms slide round my waist n' I lean back a bit as he says, Thank you, sweetheart.

I crack my eyes just a bit an raise my mug to drink my coffee. I need it to get rid of the big lump stuck in my throat. But I have just the slightest hint of a smile on my lips.