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"Why does it hurt so much..." I mumbled as I felt the stinging pain of needle poke my skin. Eventually, the needle-poking had stopped and the artist had allowed me to go. Thanking them, I went to the front entrance and paid them before I left the building to go back to my house. 

Yes, I had just gotten a tattoo of a hockey puck, a medium-sized one because I didn't want it to be that noticeable. And it was located on the inside of my right wrist, just cause... My boyfriend, Darcy, had been off to hang out with a few of his teammates for lunch and that's when I had the tattoo completed on my wrist. 

As soon as I got home after getting the ointment and the non-scented lotion from a local pharmacy, I immediately rushed into the house to find him sitting on the couch and watching a few episodes of "Friends". 

"Hey, honey! How was lunch with the guys?" I asked him as I made a dash to the bathroom to gently peel off the padding and apply the ointment. 

"It was good, actually! How was your afternoon?" Darcy hollered at me as I peeled the bandage off and started to wash the tattoo with hand soap. 

"It was relaxing yet painful..." I replied back to him as I had started to apply a tiny amount of the ointment on the tattoo and it hurt like hell. 

"Painful? Were you playing dodgeball or something?" He asked me with a hint of confusion in his tone. 

"Not exactly..." I said as I exited out of the bathroom and walked into the living room, where he was currently situated at. 

Sitting down on the couch next to him, he made a weird face at me and I looked confused at him. 

"What?" I asked him and shrugged my shoulders as he was contemplating about why I had said painful. 

He had caught me looking down at my wrist and looked at in awe. 

"Y/N...Did you get a tattoo?" He spoke in a quiet whisper as he observed the tattoo on my wrist and I nodded my head. 

"Yes, but it's not a major one...It's just a hockey puck." I shrugged my shoulders and he nodded his head. 

"Now, I understand why you said painful. Any special reason of why you got the tattoo?" He had asked me as he turned the TV off and focused on me. 

I cracked a smile at him and shook my head in amusement, "because I love the sport and it's what my boyfriend plays..." 

He rolled his eyes in a sarcastic mood before he shook his head and let out a giggle, "you are so cute, Y/N..."

"What a romantic gesture, Darcy..." Now it was my turn to act sarcastic towards him, but I smiled at him anyways. "I love you."

"I love you too."