On the 12th day of Christmas... - MJ

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On the 12th day of Christmas...

... you both caught a flight to New York, checking in a hotel to stay for a week.

... both of you were super tired from the journey and having to explain to the cab driver where the hotel is, that it has a different entrance.

... but after a cup of coffee and a short nap, you got up and left to explore the city.

... and it was marvellous.

... decorations were all around times square, the smell of roasted chestnuts covering the area.

... in the evening, you went to an italian restaurant for some exquisite pasta.

... with heavy stomachs full of pasta and maybe a glass of wine, fatigue quickly gained the upper hand and the two of you went back to your hotel room, taking a quick shower and hopping into bed.

... Max held you close as the big spoon, pressing a sweet little kiss on your forehead before whispering:

"My sweet girl..."

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new york, new york

x

Brooke

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