The tattooist smiled at her and then she got to work on Madison’s tattoo, the one on her wrist that matched mine.
The tattooist enquired, “Is this your wedding date I’m adding to this tat?”
“Yes. Is it a dead giveaway that we’re on our honeymoon?” Madison laughed.
“You do have that just married feel, yeah,” the tattooist admitted, and then asked Madison, “How the hell did you get your husband to agree to ink himself with this tattoo? Mine wouldn’t have a bar of it. He’d mutter something about sentimental bullshit and how he’s not into that shit.” She looked at me and winked.
“J actually got the tat before me; it’s his design. And I’m starting to realise, after twelve years together, that he’s a sentimental bastard.”
“No shit,” the chick muttered, hitting me with a look of surprise.
Madison dug my grave marked ‘pussy’ even further by adding, “Oh, you should see my wedding ring that he had engraved. On the inside of the band is a replica of this tat with these dates on it too. His is the same.”
“Fuck me,” the tattooist said, shaking her head. Then she looked at me again and said, “For future reference, where do I find a guy like you? You know, just in case my husband runs off with some slut.”
“Trust me, babe, you don’t want a guy like me. I’m a moody fuck at the best of times, just ask my wife,” I said.
“Good with his hands though,” Madison teased, and they both laughed.
“Well, you can’t argue with that. But this tat is something else; I love it when guys come in here getting symbolic stuff like this.”
My phone rang and I excused myself, and walked outside.
“Griff. What’s up?”
“Just sending through an email conversation I tracked down?”
“Why are you sending it to me, brother?”
“It’s between Marcus and the Adelaide President; a conversation about the pictures of you and that blonde that were taken when you were down there. They set you up on that one, J. Seems he paid the bitch to hit on you and make it look like you guys had hooked up.”
“The fucking bitch was all over me that night; I couldn’t get her off me.”
“Marcus always planned to use it against you.”
I fought the rising anger I felt towards Marcus; this anger never seemed to go away, and I wondered what would happen if the day came where I failed to contain it. “Thanks, Griff.”
“Thought you might want to show it to Madison, in case she had any lingering doubt. You don’t need to start your marriage off with that shit between you.”
I saw what he was saying. Madison had surprised the shit out of me when she’d blindly accepted my word that nothing happened, and for me, it had been a real turning point for us. It proved to me just how much faith and trust she had in me.
We hung up and I headed back inside. Madison was just finishing up with the tattooist so I paid the bill, and then we headed outside into the sunshine. March in Port Douglas was beautiful and we’d had a great time over the last two weeks. Tomorrow we headed home; back to deal with this club shit. Until then, I’d enjoy having my wife to myself.
“Who was on the phone?” she asked.
“Griff.”
“Is everything okay?”
I pulled my phone out and passed it to her, the message open and ready for her to read. “Yeah baby, he sent me this for you to read.”
She frowned as she took the phone off me. A minute later she looked up at me, smiled and handed the phone back to me.
“So?” I asked her.
“J, I didn’t need to read that to know you were being truthful about that woman.”
“Really?”