It always made Holt smile to hear Zinny refer to Quinn as 'little bird'. The nickname was sweet and gave him an idea of what things would be like in the future. He had no doubts about Zinny being part of that future. His and Quinn's. There was no rush, as he'd said many times, but he knew he wanted to call Zinny his wife eventually. She'd be Quinn's step mother, and it filled him with happiness to know they got along so well. He hoped it would continue.
"I'm working on a lot of songs. Usually am." He had bits and pieces floating around in his head, and he kept a journal with lyrics and notes. "Uh.. I don't know. It's early." He wasn't being coy this time. He really didn't know if he wanted her to hear this song yet. He looked down as his hands slid over her legs. "I have a title and most of the lyrics.. but the music is still coming together."