Her eyes followed from his handsome face down to the sleeve of tattoos on his arm. He was certainly sexy as hell in his own right. She reached over and rubbed her fingertips lightly across the firm muscle of his bicep, touching the two engraved keys linked by a chain. Her name, Janay, was written inside of one of the keys and their son’s name, Brison, was written inside the other key. They were a symbolization of being the keys to Finn’s heart. “You like that tattoo, don’t you?” Finn asked with a smile on his face. “It’s my favorite.” Janay responded. “I feel so excited, babe.” she said, looking in the backseat at their seven month old, chubby cheek, curly head baby boy as he slept peacefully, strapped in his car seat. “We’re moving in the country. I still can’t get over you taking me out to dinner when you returned home just to surprise me with the papers to our new home.” Finn glanced over at the big smile on his wife’s face. It made him happy to be able to please her.
