Delicate C Section Scar Tattoo Novels & Stories

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

I never knew was there. Lifting the bandage I saw, her skin was pink, a small scar was on her once unmarked skin I touch it with my fingers as I will the moon goddess's gift to my fingers to remove the scar. A spark tingled to my fingertips, spilling a bright light from my hand as heat entered my mate’s skin. A moment later, I removed my hand smooth unblemished skin greeted my eyes. I did the same with the wound on her abdomen, but I couldn’t remove all the scar tissue. She would have a reminder of that night, no matter what she did. I touch the tiny scar, wishing there was more I could do.

Dev asks. They both nod. “Alright, we’re gonna start,” Dev says. Both of us press our hands to Rin’s skin above her uterus. Slowly, a picture comes into my mind. It’s almost like an in-color ultrasound. I can see the huge amount of scarring that covers the entire area and Devin actually gasps at what he sees. His eyes dart to mine and I hear him clearly in my mind. Are we going to be able to do this? There’s so much damage!

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

When the third button came undone, and her shirt gaped open, I finally saw her scar. The aftermath of her emergency surgery had left its mark, a vivid testament to the battle she had waged for her life. The once smooth canvas of her skin now bore the aftermath of that struggle, a landscape of vivid purples and angry reds. The scar was a dark jagged reminder of the bullet's cruel entrance. Like a sinister brushstroke on an artist’s canvas, it started just above her left breast, and extended unwaveringly toward her underarm. I reached my hand out and touched the puckered skin where the bullet had almost pierced her heart.

It's a horizontal mark at the very bottom of her abdomen. I felt it and asked her, "What's this from?" Catalina seemed momentarily confused. Her face turned red, and she slowly replied, "It's from surgery. I was sick and in a coma, and they said it's a scar from that operation." Her hand then covered the scar, which stood out with a different color from her skin. I knew she felt uncomfortable when I brought up her scar, so I lowered my head and kissed the scar, whispering to her as softly as possible, "I love everything about you..." My words made her blush like cherry blossoms.

A second woman shifted closer, her fingers trailing lazily across my abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle with deliberate slowness. "You have a great tattoo," she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration as she let her nails skim over the ink sprawling across my stomach. I followed her gaze, my own eyes locking onto the dark designs covering my skin. What she saw was art and what I saw were shields. Thick black ink covered the scars of a past I wished to forget. I could still feel the faint sting of old wounds, the memories of my stepmother's cruelty marked on my skin.

“I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.” Creighton’s eyes lit up as he reached for the elastic band, raising an eyebrow at her. Sandra’s blush deepened as she nodded, and he slowly pulled them off her body. His hands froze, looking at the hidden message, smiling at her brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechlessly at her hairless body. In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia, CWA was tattooed across her pubic area, a pair of handcuffs connected the first and last letters. Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

It was normally cluttered with her skincare products, jewelry boxes, and a few framed photos of them together. Now, the surface was completely bare. No, not completely. In the center of the polished wood sat a photograph and a folded piece of white paper. Dante picked up the photo, and his pupils contracted. It was a close-up of Alessia's collarbone. Where the Moretti family crest had been, there was now only a faint, white scar. The tattoo had been completely removed. The skin had healed, but the scar was a silent declaration—Dante Moretti had been permanently erased from her body.