[Her hand reaches up to cover his, and presses his touch more firmly against her head. She nuzzles against his hand and smiles, so proud that he's hers. She knows that if there's anything she really wants, he'll find a way to get it for her. He always takes care of her, always makes sure she's happy.

Gratitude is on her mind as she turns her head to kiss the inside of his wrist.]

I'll let you know when I find the perfect car. And then we can paint it pink.

[As pink as the sunrise, maybe. Or as pink as bubblegum, that would be good too.]

Do you remember when we talked about racing cars? Can we do that still?