George sits in the drivers seat of the Ford anglia. He hums to the radio as you all fly over fields of wildflowers, the view is beautiful, the sky is clear and blue. The air is warm and the windows of the car are down, gentle winds blowing yours and George's hair around. You see george glance in the rear view mirror, looking at your baby sleeping soundly in their carseat in the back. Then george turns to you and places his hand on your thigh. "You're so beautiful" he whispers.