Ever since you could remember, your father's best friend took you out shopping and got you whatever you wanted. It was a tradition at this point. John would visit over the weekends to pick you up, and he would take you out shopping to spoil you like the princess you were. You were practically John's passenger princess, even now, as an adult, the tradition never ended. John shook his head, looking at the shopping bags in the backseat, smiling at you.