Heya! So I'm taking part in 's "Twelve Days of Winter" prompt challenge, and I am writing them all within my Lily and Paul universe. The first word prompt is 'Icicle' and the prompt phrase is 'Partridge in a pear tree'.

This is 1 year ahead current time in Sitting, Waiting, Lily is 24 and Paul is 25.

...I'm not SM...

Lily POV

Sitting on the back porch at my parent's house, I could hear the song that just wouldn't end finally ending. Jamie and Nick deciding to bellow the last line, "Two turtle doves, and a PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREEEEEEEE." I heard unenthusiastic clapping and my two brothers laughing like hyenas.

"Jesus Christ, I thought that would never end," I muttered to myself, shivering from the cold that permeated my coat.

I didn't hear the door open and close behind me until Paul's voice rang out, "Talking to yourself Lil? Should I be worried?" He was clearly amused.

Surprisingly I didn't jolt, merely stating, "Well too late now buddy, the ring is already on my finger," I held my hand up in front of my face, still not completely used to the pretty ring that rested there.

Paul snaked his arm around my middle, crowding in close behind me, warming me up even through my layers of clothes. I loved him for a myriad of reasons, but his warmth was high up on that list, especially in these cold months.

"Well that is true babe. Any reason in particular you hate the song?" His voice rumbled out, his chin resting on the top of my head, both of us staring out into the backyard. I was mesmerized by the snow dusting the treetops and the stars shining in the clear sky.

I heaved a sigh, breath puffing out in the cold air, knowing that I was about to sound irrational, "Well of course I have a reason dear," I said dryly, "It was the annual 6th grade band and orchestra concert, and the beginning band played a rousing rendition of the 'Twelve Days of Christmas'. It wouldn't end. That night also marked the beginning of my three week vacation from school due to sickness. Honestly, that song made it worse. The drums, and the cymbals, and the trumpets. On and on, never stopping."

Paul barked out a laugh, but I wasn't done, "If Nicky and Jamie hadn't stopped when they did, I swear I would have driven that icicle through my brain." Wildly gesturing toward the icicles hanging down from the roof.

"Don't ever let it be said that you aren't dramatic Lily Ann." He was unconcerned at my obviously empty threat.

"Ha ha ha. Laugh it up buddy, but you would be traumatized too." I said over-dramatically.

He then turned me around and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Let's go back inside true love."

Damn, when he said things like that it absolutely melted me.

I grabbed onto his hand a little tighter, allowing him to guide me back into the laughter and warmth, always thankful that Paul Prade is my true love.

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There it is, hope you like it!