"Please, love, come out from the bathroom." Paul pleaded from the other side of the door.

"Not until you tell me why Maggie was here." I folded my arms over my chest staring at the locked door as if I could see right through it.

"I'll say it a million times love, she came here thinking she could resume where things had left off, although I already broke it off before and told her I was in love with you a long time ago." There was a mix of hurt and desperation not his voice, making it hard for me to think he was lying.

"So then what? Did she get what she wanted? Paul, what's in the media is humiliating." I choked, barley being able to comprehend the embarrassment of having my very private business displayed to public, making me look completely foolish.

"No, Charlie, we'll set things straight love, anything it takes, I'd never do anything like that. I know you know that." He spoke firmly in a way that seemed to relax me slightly.

I remained silent, knowing deep down he was telling the truth.

"Charlie, it's just like you said, you're the one I want to be with, not her."

The words stung, knowing I seemed just as untrusting as he had been before.

"Please." I heard him say in almost a whisper.

Slowly, I opened the door, feeling immediately sorrowful as I saw the look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I should've heard you out first." I shook my head feeling silly, a tear slipping from my eye with a mix of sorrow and embarrassment consuming my thoughts.

"No I am," He took my hands in his, "I should've told you." He apologized sweetly, wiping the tear away.

I shook my head with a smile, placing a small kiss on his cheek being able to fully relax. After everything we've been though, I didn't believe he was capable of doing something so thoughtless just to come all the way to get me back.

"Let's get to bed, yeah? I promise you we'll straighten things out with the press tomorrow." He gave a reassuring grin, hoping not to upset me further.

I nodded with a warm smile, feeling how heavy my eyes were and followed him up to bed.

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The next morning I woke up by myself in the bedroom with the morning sunlight beating down in my eyes from the window. I pried myself up to sit, seeing Paul's side of the bed already vacant and cold, as if he'd left awhile ago.

Suddenly slightly anxious, I stepped down on the cool hardwood floor and wrapped myself up in one of Paul's robes, shuffling out of the room wiping away the sleep from my eyes.

The memories of yesterday flooded into mind, filling me with mixed emotions of all kinds. I hated how public my problems with Paul now seemed to become, and a nagging voice of my father kept telling me I deserved it for being with Paul. I felt like a mess, and I longed deeply for just a normal day with Paul, although I knew that was near impossible.

The smell of food pulled me into the kitchen, where I found Paul in an apron and pyjamas as he leaned over the stove making breakfast, and Martha right at his feet waiting for something to drop.

Paul took a double take as he saw me staring at him in awe from the doorway.

"Damn." He fell back into the counter at his side as he stared at me as if he'd been caught stealing.

"I thought I'd try to do something nice." He perked up with a large grin seeing how pleased I was as I walked over.

"What did I do to deserve such a man?" I smiled widely up at him, putting my hands on his chest gently, briefly noticing the mess he was making in the process and giggling.

"You found my dog." He teased goofily sweeping me up in his arms and placing repeated kisses on the top of my head, the two of us breaking into a fit of laughter.

"You're an absolute mad man McCartney." I laughed as he let go of me, straightening myself out again.

"Y'know, I've been thinking," he grew more solemn as our laughter subsided, "why don't we disappear for awhile, away from everything where the press can't make up stories or invade our privacy, where it can be just us two?" He smiled charmingly, yet seeming completely serious.

I giggled. "What do you mean, disappear?" I shook my head feeling slightly nervous about what exactly that he meant.

"I own a farm, in Scotland. I usually go when I need time to think, away from everything." He blew out a deep breath.

"I was thinking, what better way to really spend alone time together?" He grinned meekly, as if scared I would think it was completely absurd.

"Back up, you own a farm?" I gawked.

"Of course, why wouldn't you?" I answered myself whispering in shock, causing him to giggle.

"Paul, I'd love to." I grew more serious myself with a gleaming smile as I looked into his soft brown eyes, seeing him become immediately overridden with joy, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"You're serious?" He let out a deep breath he was holding in, shocked.

I nodded, my smile growing as he took my face in his hands and placed a quick peck on my lips.

"You're a dream." He grinned, his eyes lingering over my lips as our faces were still only inches apart.

I laughed, the telephone ring breaking up our moment immediately.

"Do you mind answering that?" He asked kindly with a childish grin as he motioned to the eggs he needed to tend to.

I nodded walking over to the phone and picking up with hesitancy, unsure if it would be something important for Paul I wouldn't know how to handle.

"McCartney residence." I heard Paul laugh slightly at my formality, causing me to look over my shoulder a him and roll my eyes.

"Charlie?" I heard George's voice contented  to hear me.

"Hey Geo." I twirled the telephone chord between my fingers happily, refusing to look to see if Paul flinched or not at the mention of George's name.

"I'll take it you and Paulie made up?" He sounded cheery, my face draining of colour realizing all the boys had knew what had happened between us since they had all been present.

"Yeah, everything is great." I grinned to myself with a small laugh.

"Well I'm glad. I've never seen Paul so affected by, well, anything like that before." George pauses for a lingering moment.

"Anyway I was just calling to ask Paul if he remembered about having lunch with John and the rest of us before John's off shooting for that movie he's going to be in, I mean, if the two of you aren't busy that is." George sounded suggestive at the end, making me scoff jokingly.

"We'll be 'round." I spoke flatly, before being unable to keep myself from letting out a chuckle.

We said our goodbyes and I finally forced myself to look at Paul who was staring at me intently.

"Lunch with the lads?" I laughed as he made a face that showed evidently that he'd forgotten.

"Right." He pursed his lips in a thin line.

"Is everything between you and George, alright?" I inquired unable to stop myself from asking, knowing Paul had to have said something to George after I'd left.

"He and I chatted. I overreacted, I mean, he's married to Pattie. We sorted things out, he'll always be one of my best mates at the end on the day." He shook his head with a small smile.

"I'm glad." I grinned brightly.

"I'm sorry about all tha'. I don't know what I was thinking." He apologized meekly although knowing I had already forgiven him.

"Well, running away from a marriage can do that to a relationship." I chuckled.

"If I asked you to marry me, would you run?" Paul inquired causing my heartbeat to pause momentarily.

"Theoretically, of course." He laughed nervously.

"Then, I guess, theoretically, I'd stay, forever." I grinned with a small laugh feeling my cheeks fill with colour.

It was moments like these I wish could last forever because I knew in moments like these I wanted to start a family and grow old with Paul.