I've got somewhere else to go, another appointment at P-hat's tattoo parlor. This time I'll get on on my back, it'll cover the surgical scar I got a few years back.

Using tattoos to cover my scars is somewhat my coping mechanism. In the beginning of this chapter of my life, I struggled with seeing myself as a strong and beautiful women. I was always afraid to look in the mirror or even enjoy clothes that exposed my skin.

My confidence and self-esteem was diminishing, but then one day while grocery shopping I saw this guy covered in tattoos. Interest peeked in me and I got to ask him where he got his work done, and from there I've been going to P-hat's to get my work done.

Mostly I've gotten tattooed on my arms and thighs, with small tattoos here and there around my other limbs.

Placing Ant on my bed and switching on the T.V for him, I made sure he had everything he needed and wanted before heading into my bathroom. Once inside, I looked at myself in the mirror, a smile spread across my face as the reflection of the woman I've become came into view, I like her.

After my 30 minute relaxing bath, I came out my bathroom and went to pick out my outfit. At the moment, a red t-shirt and black pants was what I favored more than my other clothes, so I picked those and placed them on the bed.

Ant tore his eyes off of his kids show, Cocomelon. "Where you go?" He asked curiously, grabbing the shirt I placed on the bed.

Putting on my bra and panties, I took the shirt from him and put it on me. "To get another tattoo." I said casually before grabbing my pants.

He didn't say anything else since he was intrigued by my tattoos. He quickly pointed at one of my tattoos before I could cover it up, "Mommy wook! What's that?" He asked.

I looked down at my hips, and saw that he was pointing at the tat of his and his brother's initials. A.W. and Z.W. were graceful written in cursive italics.

Touching it softly, I smiled, "This is your initials and Zain's." Ant shook his head no and pointed again, "No, that."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what is he looking at? I moved closer to him so he can deliberately point at whatever he wants me to see. He little finger pointed directly on the scar that the initials were covering.

It was one of the cigar burn marks that Enzo sadist ass gave me. "This is a scar." I said. Ant circled his finger around it, "W-what happen?"

Not wanting to worry my baby, I smiled down at his small cute face, "Nothing serious, mommy just got burned." Then I quickly covered it up and grabbed my son, carrying him in my arms.

I left my room and headed to the living room, I caught Zain putting the last of my books up on the shelf. Hmm I'm impressed, the living room is spotless and I even smell cleaning products.

Looking down at my watch, he finished 11 minutes before the posted time I gave him. He really is getting better, if he keeps this up I'll be having to train him earlier than I expected.

"Good job."

Zain turned around to face me with a smile, the brightest smile he'd show me when I'd praise him. "I did do a good job, didn't I?"

I chuckled softly, still looking at every aspect of my living room in awe. "Come on, I'm taking you both with me to my appointment."

Zain immediately started running towards the front door, and I laughed at his excitement as I followed him to the car parked out front. He's always been happy to go for a car ride, especially when I rev the car.

"Mommy! Mommy! Can I rev the car?" Zain asked excitedly as he stood by the driver's door. I put Ant in his car seat and turned to face the excited Zain with a smile.

Chuckling, I opened the door of my Audi RS for him to get in, "Do it as loud as you can." I said smiling while watching him start the car.

The car boomed to life, and my son's expression just couldn't get any happier. His smile and giggles grew so much that I'm sure his face will hurt after this.

Like an experienced driver, Zain pressed the gas pedal slowly and we both heard as the car's roars gradually grew. "It's so loud!!" Zain yelled out over the engine.

A slight ringing noise came from my ears which was my eardrums's way of saying that it's reached it max volume, so I tapped Zain letting him know that he has to stop. He pouted a little before taking his foot off the pedal and hopping out of the car.

Once he was out, I got in and watched him round the car so he can come sit in the passenger's seat. We put on our seatbelts and was then on our way to the tattoo parlor.

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Ding

The bell on the door of the tattoo parlor rang as I entered. There were 3 people waiting to get tatted and 2 artists were already working on customers.

Now I don't like waiting so I always set an appointment, approaching one of the working artists, I asked her where was P-hat, she then pointed me to the back room where the VIPs get tatted.

Going in I saw the bald, muscular, brown eyed, tatted man that I trust the most to decorate my skin, P-hat. He had already set up his tools and all the necessities that will be needed for my new tattoo.

"Zain go sit over there with your brother and wait until I'm finished." I said pointing to the open seats a few feet from where I'll be laying. Zain oblige, taking his brother by his hand and going to where I told him to go.

"So what do you want to get?" P-hat asked. Keeping my mug look, I showed him a picture of the tattoo I wanted.

P-hat nodded with a smile, "This is nice, though it will take some time."

"I have time." I said

P-hat nodded and began sketching the drawing.