"We're home." Paul smiled at me as we had gotten past the gates of Cavendish and stood face to face with the house-our house, as Paul encouraged me to think of it.

I had to admit the pace Paul and I's relationship was heading at was foreign to me, everything happening so suddenly and passionately. I wasn't sure where exactly this would lead me but I knew one thing for sure, and it was that I loved Paul McCartney.

"What?" He asked catching me staring.

"I love you." I smiled sweetly, watching as his expression softened.

"I love you." He responded leaning down to steal a quick kiss.

The sound of barking caused the two of us to jump.

"Martha!" Paul crouched down with a grin as we walked into his front yard, Martha having been let out of his front door by an older man who I hadn't yet met.

"Finally." The man sighed deeply stepping down the porch steps.

"Thanks Dad." Paul chuckled getting back to his feet.

I felt myself freeze in shock as I stared at the tall lean man I now knew Paul's father to be. 

He had few hairs on his head, and the few he had left were white. He moved with some visible aches, yet he seemed to be young at heart according to the giant vibrant smile that lit up his face.

Paul failed to mention his dad was dog sitting Martha, so I couldn't help but feel shaky and nervous, completely unprepared to meet him.

"Paul." I inhaled sharply.

"Smile." He muttered putting his hand at the small of my back.

"So you're the lovely lady my son won't stop going on about." Paul's father smiled gently holding a hand out for me to shake courteously.

"Dad, Charlie. Charlie, Dad." Paul smiled quite satisfied with himself, proud of his lack of mentioning anything about his father being in town.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mr. McCartney." I blushed from his complement shyly shaking his hand, my nerves becoming shot as I looked up to the doe eyes he'd passed down to his son.

"Mr. McCartney was my father, Jim is just fine love." He spoke with a small laugh just as charmingly as his son, offering a large silly grin.

I perked up letting out a giggle, feeling more comfortable around him knowing he had a sense of humour, unlike my own father.

"Oh, Paulie is home!" The voice of a little of a girl called as she came running out from the house.

She crashed into Paul's legs causing him to stumble back slightly from the impact. He picked her up and spun her around with a laugh sounding out from the two of them.

"Ruthie, this is Charlie." Paul smiled lazily to Ruth who he held in his arms, whispering in her ear as if it were a secret.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Ruth gushed staring at me fondly.

"Do you think she should be?" He asked her with a small grin, looking from me to her with curiousity.

"Yeah." Ruth decided proudly, looking back at Paul after scanning over my appearance up and down.

"Alright then, Charlie this is my step sister Ruth. Ruthie this is my girlfriend Charlie." He said making her giggle in delight.

"It's nice to meet you." I smiled brightly at Ruth who was mirroring my expression right back.

"You're pretty." She gushed in a daze.

I giggled in awe of how adorable she was.

I remembered Paul had briefly mentioned his father had remarried, but he forgot to mention that he had a step sister, or really much about his stepmother.

"Well I'm nowhere near as beautiful as you, are you sure you aren't a princess?" I questioned leaning in speaking in almost a whisper, watching her with a grin as she blushed, giggling like mad.

"Not me, no." She shook her head.

As I leaned back I noticed Paul sent an admiring smile as he gazed at me.

He caught himself as my eyes met his, clearing his throat and letting Ruth down as she started to squirm.

"Ruth dear you better not be bothering Paul and Charlie." Who I assumed to be Paul's step mother came out of the house seeming extremely worried.

"I'm not!" Ruth called back to her mom defensively as she approached us.

"She's a regular troublemaker." Paul shook his head pursing his lips to keep back a smile.

The woman laughed as Ruth hit his legs annoyedly.

"Nice to see you dear." She gave smiled as Paul leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Angie, this is Charlie." He introduced us, Angie seeming to already heard all about me.

"You're just as lovely as Paul described." She nodded with a welcoming grin.

I returned the smile, feeling like I wanted to tackle Paul because of how red my face had become.

"How was Martha for you?" Paul asked his father with an amused grin.

His father rolled his eyes with a scoff.

"She's a handful this one, she's had at least ten baths." He explained with a sigh not being able to keep a grin from showing as he watched Martha chasing her tail around in a circle, her hair whipping around crazily.

"She's my handful." Paul laughed looking over at her.

"Paul!" Fans became audible from the other side of the gates having just approached.

"We should get inside." Paul spoke as their screams became louder, the fans knowing how he had just come back from America.
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Getting to know Paul's family seemed even better than touring across the states with Paul in my opinion, it was nice to see him so in his element around his family. I didn't hate Beatle Paul or anything, but it wasn't quite the same Paul I knew.

His father treated him as if he'd never even become famous, which was a refreshing difference from all the people surrounding the boys when they toured that put them on a pedestal like Greek gods.

I saw now how he could long for that sort of normal interaction after touring as he did.

"Charlie." Jim exclaimed warmly as he joined me in the kitchen while I was putting the tea kettle on the burner.

I jumped looking back to see his growing grin.

"Sorry love, I didn't mean to scare you." He grinned leaning back against one of the cupboards.

"That's alright." I laughed with a large toothy smile.

"I just wanted to thank you." He grinned widely.

"For what?" I inquired with a giggle.

Wordlessly, he went over opening the fridge to it being filled with groceries. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"The last time I visited, there was a couple of beers and some rotted fruit." He scrunched up his nose distastefully, causing me to perk up, understanding what he meant.

"He's matured a great deal. He's in love." Jim remarked joyously as he shut the fridge.

"Even if Paul's too proud to say it, he needs you." Jim looked more solemn and sincere.

"Alright Thanks Dad, I think she's got the idea." Paul's face was crimson as he entered the kitchen.

Jim smirked knowingly, walking out after tossing me a quick wink.

"Is it true?" I looked up to Paul smiling ear to ear in jest.

He shrugged sheepishly.

I smiled down at tea tray I was preparing, that look telling me everything I needed to know.

"Why didn't you tell me they were staying here?" I inquired with a slightly raised brow, watching as his lips turned upwards into a smirk.

"Would you have been yourself otherwise?" He replied with a question, having a point.

I grinned, a comfortable silence falling over us for a moment as I finished up what I was doing.

"I suppose they know I'm moving in?" I questioned seeing him nod with a small grin.

I huffed and shook my head while a small grin curled on my lips.

"When do you plan on telling your parents?" He laughed lightheartedly.

My knees buckled remembering how well my father took the news I was dating him.

"He's going to kill me." I gulped clutching onto the counter tightly until my knuckles turned white.

My father was very old fashioned, and I feared that if he knew what I had gotten up to he would drag me right back home and force me to marry some miserable sod I didn't even know. It was difficult enough to try and convince him to let me go off to London after how upset leaving the alter made him.

Soon enough he would find out whether I told him or not, considering the magazines plastered with Paul and I's faces on them during the tour.