"Great, no need for a dictionary. Now I'll have to think of another present," she teased, right back.
"I think no such thing. I'm a cheerleader; complex thought isn't something that comes naturally," she answered. They might give her a gun and a badge, turn her into an agent, train like a SEAL, but she'd always be a cheerleader, even if she was a lot smarter than people gave her credit.
"Of course it's pink. It's from me, but there's green, plenty of it, and blue and grey, even some black. Somehow I didn't think that putting pictures of you and Sam on pink paper would be appreciated. There are a few pages at the back that I left blank, things that I didn't think Dom should see, in case you and Sam want to add your own pictures." She blushed as soon as she heard her own words. "I don't mean those kind of pictures, just pictures, you know? The ones that make it very obvious that you two are totally in love with each other... which is pretty much every time you look at each other, but whatever," she said, chuckling.
"You're welcome, G." She looked up at him, happy to stay in his arms. "I'm going to have to scold Robert, though. I had dinner planned, cake. Maybe we can find an hour to go to one of the restaurants, just the two of us and Marty." A few months ago, she'd have thrown a fit for the change of plans without advance notice, now she was going with it. It was only with her wedding that she couldn't do it. "And if we can't, we'll have the cake here tonight. It's ice cream cake, and we can share it with Sam, Sean and Jenna."