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31. Tattoo Artist- Huke Lemmings

Out of all the strange things that walk in to Luke's tattoo shop downtown, he never in a million years expected it to be himself walking through the double doors pushing a pink stroller. Luke lowered his eyes, ignoring Calum snickering at his piercing station. "Don't say a word." He warned, showcasing the tattoo on his neck as his vein bulged. "Y/N got the schedules confused and scheduled a meeting at work for today when I scheduled a client which left no one to take Phoenix." Luke curled one hand around the stroller, the darkness of the letters on his knuckles contrasting against the soft lace on the stroller. "Don't look so pleased with yourself just because you get to spend the entire day at your daddy's work." He sighed, not being able to help the quirk of his lips that twitched when he looked down at the most beautiful piece of artwork in the entire shop; his baby girl. A artwork the two of you collaborated on and created together, down to the shading where her little nose became pink at the tip, the line work that made up ten little toes and chubby fingers that had manage to wrap Luke around them from the moment she was born. She was his favorite piece of work so far. He wore his heart on his sleeve for her, literally, a tiny pink heart near his wrist mixed in with the dull pictures surrounding it that made up Luke's arm sleeve. "Can you take her for one second? Come on, help a dude out. I'm in the middle of a chest piece and all she wants to do is cuddle and cry about her teething coming in and you don't have any appointments till noon." Luke breathed out hurriedly, desperately placing his fussy little human into the inked hands of Michael, a fellow artist at the shop. "No, no, bro. I don't know how to look after a baby." Michael said, but Phoenix was already in his arms and tugging up at his green hair with spit dribbling on his tank. "Y/N will be here any second and we're going to take her home, I just have to finish up this tat." Luke promised, walking back to his booth while hearing Michael moan about how a tiny princess wasn't his best accessory. Luke heard the excited babbles of mama as soon as the buzzing of the tattoo gun had roared to a stop. He smiled, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes and walked to the lobby where he saw you standing holding a finally happy baby. "Hey pet, hi mama." Luke smiled, striding over to you two and giving you both a kiss on the forehead. "How did you make out with her today? She doesn't have any tattoos or anything does she?" You half joked, pretending to examine your baby's precious skin. Luke laughed, finally feeling the tension of the crazy day slip away and the buzzing of the tattoo gun leave his head. "Not yet, we don't tattoo minors." He smirked, placing a hand on your hip. "Come on, mama, let me get my girls home." He smiled, leading you out of the shop and flicking the light off at tattoo shop Rise of the Phoenix, a name Luke chose himself.