A Christmas Melody
“Your mom is not more of a princess than you, Miss Melody. You’re a princess, and she’s more like a ….”
“Michael?” his father warned.
“A queen,” Michael said emphatically. “I was just gonna say queen.”
Melody laughed. “What did you think he was going to say?”
“You never know,” Reid replied, shaking his head. “Queen is fine.”
“I’m a princess, huh?” Melody asked, turning to face the little boy. “And does that make you my prince?”
“Nope,” Michael replied, smiling at her sheepishly. “My dad.”
Melody felt herself blushing and promptly turned around. She had inadvertently set him up for that one—but she had no idea what to say.
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