Description: You work in your parents antique store and Chibs walks in on you dealing with a Karen who is complaining about your visible crow tattoo.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" A snotty voice asked.

"Yes ma'am," I said with a smile. "What can I do for ya?"

"Well I was hoping to speak to a manager," she said.

"Well, you're going to have to speak to me then," I said. "My parents own the store but they're out right now picking some stuff up."

"Do you know how unprofessional it is to have a tattoo?" She asked. I smiled softly, trying not to get angry with her. I knew exactly which tattoo she was upset about.

About a month ago, I finally got Chibs' crow tattooed on my right wrist and the back of my hand. He wanted everyone to be able to see it and I did too, now that he'd finally promised to marry me. He wasn't really the marrying type after his first marriage failed, but I finally talked him into getting married.

"Ma'am," I said, trying to maintain my composure with the obvious Karen in front of me. "I appreciate your concern, but like I said, my parents do own this store, and tattoos are steadily becoming more acceptable in the work place."

"Well, I just don't like it or what it symbolizes," she said.

"What exactly do you think it symbolizes ma'am?" I asked.

"Your affiliation with that gang," she said.

"I am going to assume that like most people you mistake the motorcycle club for a gang," I said. The door opened and Chibs walked in with a few guys.

"Well, I just don't know why you'd want to display your involvement with them," she snapped, obviously upset with the new presence.

"Ma'am," I said. "Why'd you get married?" I asked, motioning to her wedding band.

"So people would know I'm in love with my husband," she said.

"Precisely," I said. "The tattoo is symbolic. It says I'm in love with my fiancé. Now, if you're not going to purchase something I am going to ask you leave the store. If you'd like to take this matter up with my parents feel free to call the store tomorrow."

She got all huffy and stormed out as I smiled at Chibs. He walked over and kissed me over the counter.

"Was jus' in the neighborhood and figured I'd stop and see how you're doin'," he said.

"I'm fine," I said. He glanced down and saw the tattoo on full display. He smiled brightly at it.

"I heard ya standing up for us doll," he said.

"It was nothin' Chibs," I said. "I love you and all the guys in the MC. Of course I'd stand up for ya."

"I love you too lass," he said. I went back to rearranging the shelves so they looked fuller than they were.

My parents own an antique shop and they make decent money, but they're starting to run low on inventory and they're struggling to find decent inventory close by. I've started shopping around online for stuff that we can fix up and sell for major profit, but the whole business is causing a lot of stress for my family.

"Aye, lass," Chibs said after a minute of talking to the guys that came with him.

"Yeah babe," I said, looking over my shoulder at him.

He walked closer to me and I turned to face him.

"I've gotta go do some club stuff," he said. "I'll see ya at home."

"My parents wanted us to come to dinner tonight," I said. "I can tell em you can't make it."

"What time?" He asked.

"6:30," I said.

"I'll be there," he said. I kissed his lips and he headed out quickly.

My parents love Chibs, but that might be due more to the fact that they are also Irish immigrants.

That night Chibs made it to dinner much to the joy of my parents. We all sat together, enjoying one another's company for a while after dinner ended. When ever he got the chance, Chibs was tracing along the outline of the Crow, earning many soft smiles from me.