The grumpy hockey captain wanted a lucky tattoo.
He got lucky, alright—and now I’m pregnant with his baby.
One tattoo.
Then the rookie has the game of his life.
Now the whole team is convinced I’m their good luck charm.
I’m used to high-profile clients and new skylines every few months.
No roots. No regrets. No staying.
But then Jack Hathaway walks into my studio—grumpy, gorgeous, with a stare that unravels me.
And keeps coming back…
For more ink.
For more excuses.
For more of me.
