Imagine walking into your apartment after driving home from a job interview. You tossed your keys into the bowl by the door and sighed, your heels clicking as you walked back to your bedroom. You took off your jacket and hung it on a hook in the hallway before walking into your room and turning on the light.

You looked around your room and your eyes landed on a smiling Ringo Starr, sitting up in your bed. "How was the interview, love?"

Without saying a word, you took off your shoes and fell right into his arms. He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair and sighing.

"Not good, huh?" Ringo whispered, kissing your head.

"I'm so scared, Ritchie," your voice wavered, tears brimming your eyes. "It wasn't bad, but it wasn't absolutely great. I have a bad feeling about this."

"You have a bad feeling about everything, darling," Ringo chuckled soflty, his voice warm and comforting and welcomed. "I bet you did fine."

"I rambled a lot, and there were plenty of well qualified people applying. I don't think I stood out at all."

You buried your face into his chest and gripped the back of his T-shirt lightly. Ringo rubbed your back and held onto you protectively, one hand resting on your hip, the other spread over the back of your head.

"Of course you stood out darling," he cooed, placing a series of soft kisses along your hair line. "You're intelligent and smart and brave and everyone can see that," he leaned down to kiss your forehead, bringing his face closer to yours, "Your smile lights up a room, not everyone can do that, baby."

Ringo laid back and guided you to lay with him. He held your body on top of his and your face found its way into the crook of his neck. You remained silent and breathed in his scent, trying to calm yourself down.

"And when you speak, darling, everyone stops to listen." He continued softly, running his thumb along your jawline. "Ideas flow out of your head effortlessly, and the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love shows how much you have in that big brain of yours."

He guided your chin up so your eyes were forced to meet his. "Not to mention your goddamn beautiful." He grinned, leaning down to kiss your nose. "Maybe I'd prefer that you don't get a job, I can't let some educated guy steal you from me."

"Ritchie, no one is gonna steal me from you," you giggled weakly, your cheeks reddening with every sweet word that came out of his mouth.

"If they see you in that dress they will," Ringo laughed softly, rubbing your cheek affectionately. Every move he made was dripping in affection. "I absolutely adore you in it, you cute little doll." He peppered kisses all over your face and held you even closer, almost squeezing the life out of you.

"Ringo!" You squeaked, trying to push his face away from you. But you enjoyed the attention, and he knew you did.

"You never doll yourself up this much for me," he pouted, hitting you with those big puppy eyes.

"Rings..."

Ringo cut you off with a quick but sweet kiss on your lips. "Even though you look absolutely lovely, I think you should change into something more comfy, yeah, doll?"

He sat up and held you up in his arms, peppering kisses on your bare shoulder. Any protest you had melted away as he helped you stand up, planting a kiss on the back of your neck and unzipping your dress slowly. Ringo handed you the shirt off his back and you looked up at him quizzically.

"You showered before you put this on, right?" You raised your eyebrow at him, he giggled.

"Of course, its clean." Ringo smiled and kissed your forehead.

You smiled and slipped his shirt over your head, popping your head out. He laughed and scooped you up in his arms and sat back down on your bed, holding you on his lap.

"Thank you for reminding me that I'm something, even when I think I'm not." You whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

"That's what I'm here for," Ringo smiled and gently brushed his lips against yours, rubbing your thigh. "I love you."

"I love you too."