"Good." She cups his cheek, her thumb finding its familiar object of fascination, stroking the scar near his eye. "You can never tell me recently enough that I love you. I love you too." She feels like the whole of the universe is there for her when she's in his arms.
"We should go somewhere for Christmas," she mumbles against his mouth. "Somewhere where we don't have to worry about people finding out." It'll be past her birthday, to be sure, but it'd be nice to not have the stigma of father-daughter on them.