Novel & Cerita Delicate C Section Scar Tattoo

There, just like his brother and Taryk sported, was a new tattoo etching itself into his skin. Rushing over to Lukas, I reached down with one hand to steady myself against him as I leaned down to inspect Scarlet's upper chest. Instead of the heavy black lines that marked the guys, hers was almost delicate. Done in silvers and whites, it reminded me of an acid etched mirror. Her skin just happened to be the canvas. I looked over the room. Swallowed as something dawned on me. "Lukas, why are we the only ones who aren't still passed out?"

"I LOVE YOU, BABY... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" After what Katleah had done, he lavished her with kisses again, this time all over her body. Looking down, he was shocked to see his name inscribed on the left side of her breasts. It has a little heart at the start and end of each letter. The words "I heart You, Marco Dela Vega" have been carved into her skin. Surprised, he looked up at his wife. "Babe, did you get a tattoo?" his voice sounded disgusted.

Tessa says, honestly, that she feels like her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her look like a bitch right now. "My childhood friend has changed," Hardin whispers in a small but still audible whisper to Tessa. "What do you mean?" Tessa knits her eyebrows together as she's confused by Hardin's words. Hardin pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals the scar that Tessa once discussed. Not only that, Hardin also takes off his shirt, revealing the tribal tattoo that runs down his muscles to his shoulder. Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot.

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

Why? He froze in his place... "Unless you can tell us about her birthday mark anything other than her face" Mrs leone said suddenly concerned.... The man standing in front of her is no doubt in love with his wife... So much in love that it hurts to see him shaking as if he is about to break down.. "I.. I cannot re-.. Oh no no yes yes. She.. She have a red spot on her right chest!!!!, and a dagger tatoo in her right thigh ,BRAVE written beside it" He said looking at the doctor....

Luke dropped his eyes, saw the thick bandage covering the entire left side of her chest, gazed at the exposed right side. She was totally flat; nothing of her breast remained at all and Luke assumed it was the same on the other side. The dark scar was thick, far thicker than he’d thought it would be. It started near the center of her body and curved up and under her armpit. It looked like the letter ‘c’ turned over on its back; it looked like an open palm.

She pressed her fingers against her temples. Her voice was quick, certain and almost blabbering. Connel's gaze rested on her calmly, his eyes squinted. He let her spill her worries and he moved closer, close enough they seemed tangled. “A tattoo?” He asked, his tone low and measured. “Yes,” Ariel paused. “It was that of a needle and thread, like a reminder of a stitch or a scar. She has a scar right on the same wrist where the ink was drawn.” “A scar.” Connel didn't understand why she was focused on it. “You bump into hundreds of people in this city. Ariel, why does this one matter?” He questioned.

while a wave of icy fear began to overwhelm me. There was a strange jolt in my heart as I paused. I watched her stomach before returning my gaze to her flushed face with closed eyes. "This situation can't possibly be correct." I argued with myself silently. A C-section scar should never vanish without a trace. It fades, yes, but it leaves something." Her skin appeared unnaturally flawless as though it had never experienced a surgical incision. "Mom... what's wrong?" Laurel mumbled, stirring slightly, her brow furrowed.

If I sat at home hiding, he would have won. "Okay, Kitten." He walked out of the room; turning, I noticed the tattoo. I had not even looked at it. I gave my ideas and trusted Sean with what he chose. Turning, I glanced down; it was beautiful, a long whip with Lacys wrapping around it. I was glad he chose this one; it is like saying, 'I am tough, yet I am delicate like a Lacy.'

She thought Alex was outside. She didn’t yet feel that she could be forgiving and calmly pretend that nothing had happened when Alex stopped in front of Ellis. Originally, Candice had intended to have a natural birth. But because the fetal position hadn’t been correct, it had to be changed to a cesarean section, so she had suffered doubly. She scarred easily, and the doctors had estimated that the scar would be slow to fade. Most girls loved being beautiful. Sometimes, when Candice looked at the scar on her belly, she felt some regret. But whenever she thought of how adorable Ellis was, she felt that it didn’t matter anymore.