Emily POV
I get one of those high stools and move my chair to the side of the gurney, getting close enough to Nathan's face and body to take his hand in mine, preparing myself to sit here for long hours watching Nathan's face possibly pucker lightly in pain.
How delightful that sounded.
"Nerves?" he denies: "Won't it hurt?"
"We'll be putting the tattoo on the outside of the arm so yes it will hurt, but not as much as it might hurt in other areas. Besides, we've done larger tattoos and Nathan turns out to be quite the alpha male who doesn't even whine."
"Oh yeah?" I look at him surprised but he denies it.
"No, I don't. I'm a crybaby."
"You are a whiny little girl" Hailey agrees with him and my eyes narrow in a smile mixed with feelings of mockery but at the same time pity. Probably worried about the pain Nathan might be in.
