Vince
Naomi walks into the lounge first. I remain outside and watch the most important women in my life chat and laugh.
It is after dinner when Lily and I decide to go and sleep. She shakes her head when she finds a gift bag on the bed.
“I am guessing fourth day of Christmas?” she asks with her melodic voice, that makes my heart flutter. I wrap my arms around her waist and plant a kiss of her lips.
“Eight more to go.”
“I know that I don’t have to,” I quickly add when she opens her mouth. I know exactly what she is going to say. She laughs before wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I am becoming too predictable. Thank you.”
I raise my eyebrow.
She giggles and asks, “What?”
“I need a title.”
“Prince Vincent of Noan.”
“Not that.”
“I am afraid I have no idea what you are talking
