we were in the car driving to pick up our 4 year old daughter Stella from daycare. my hand placed on your upper thigh as my thumb gently rubbed. my other hand on the steering wheel. you turned to me but i made sure to keep my eyes on the road. “can i have some money baby?” i nodded as you spoke “how much?” i asked. “mmm…50k?” that was a lot but anything for you. i just nodded. as we parked in the parking lot i turned to you handing you my black card.