Paul never knew he would be capable of loving someone so fast as he did with Billy. He'd heard people saying that about their children before, but he thought they were just being dramatic. He had spent every second he could with Daisy and their baby, he just couldn't put him down.

"Shh, Billy, I'm here." Paul heard Daisy faintly as he awoke, lifting his head up and smiling sleepily as he looked over at them both. They had been staying at Paul's house for his father and Mike to spend more time with the baby. Paul, unaware of where their relationship was, had given up his bed for Daisy to sleep in, placed a cot for the baby in the middle of the small room and had attempted to get some sleep sat in his big chair.

"Hello, sleepy head, your son is awake." Daisy crinkled her nose, cradling Billy in her arms, "Just as noisy as his father." She teased, gently patting Billy's back.

"Bring him here, let me look after him. You get some sleep, darling." Paul narrowed his eyebrows, holding his arms out.

"I don't think that's possible, Paul." Daisy shook her head, gently kissing the top of Billy's head.

"Why?" Paul pouted, "I know how to give my son lots of cuddles!"

"I know you do, Paul, but you can't exactly feed him, can you?!" She giggled.

"Alright, you've got me there..." Paul chuckled, rubbing his eyes, "I'll have him after he's had his feed, you deserve your sleep."

"Thank you." Daisy smiled.

Paul managed to keep himself awake while Daisy fed Billy and willingly held his arms out as Daisy handed him over. This feeling never got old; holding his little boy in his arms. He wanted to make him feel so loved and protected at all times, Billy and Daisy were his absolute world.

"Hey, little man." Paul crinkled his nose and gazed down at Billy, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, "Get some rest, love." He smiled as he looked over at Daisy, sinking back into his chair with Billy held protectively in his arms and against his chest, trying his best to cradle him to sleep.

"You two are so cute." She whispered, climbing into Paul's bed and pulling the covers over her body as Paul smiled proudly.

"I wonder if you know just how much daddy loves you." He spoke softly against Billy's forehead. He pulled his head back as Billy stretched his little body out in Paul's arms, Paul watching in awe at his every move. "Daddy is going to give you the best life in the world, everything he's going to work for is for you, you know. Theres nothing else he'd rather spend his money on." He lightly brushed his finger over his cheek, leaning down to whisper, "Besides your mum, but we'll just keep that between us." He chuckled quietly, suddenly gasping happily as Billy grabbed one of Paul's fingers with one of his little hands. He bit his quivering lip, trying to make it look like he wasn't welling up as he kept his eyes on the little boy, unable to look away. Billy whimpered slightly and yawned, nuzzling his cheek against Paul again. "My boy... My beautiful, sleepy boy."

Once settled asleep, Paul stood up and walked back over to his cot, carefully placing him back inside and watching him for several seconds to make sure he was alright. He kissed his fingertips before lightly brushing them against Billy's cheek, smiling, "Goodnight, Billy. I love you."

He walked back to his chair and sat down, rubbing his eyes before allowing them to close.

"I'm not asleep." Daisy's voice suddenly startled him, opening his eyes and gazing over at her.

"You must be shattered, love." Paul spoke softly, smiling sleepily.

"You must be cold." She replied, bringing the bedsheets up to her chin. Paul shrugged, sinking further into the chair. "Come here." She moved over slightly in the single bed and patted a space next to her, gesturing for him to join.

"A-Are you sure?" Paul blinked hard, sitting up in the chair and gazing over at her, "I don't want to impose on your personal space."

"Oh, don't be silly. Is it such a crime to want to be held by the father of my child?" She bit her lip, keeping her eyes directly on his. Paul inhaled shakily from her words before standing up and walking over to the bed, sitting on the end of it as he pushed his legs under the covers. Daisy sighed softly and rolled onto her side, facing away from Paul as she sank back into his arms.

"Hey." He whispered, draping his arm around her and resting his chin on top of her head.

"Hi." She bit her lip with a grin, reaching up for his hand that was hovering over her stomach.

"Are you comfy?" He chuckled softly as Daisy laced their fingers together.

"Very." She squeezed his hand gently.

Neither of them had spoken about the kiss in the hospital and nothing like it had happened since. Sure, they had spent the majority of nights together since the birth, but both in separate beds, nothing had happened, not even a cuddle. This was the first time they had been this close to each other in quite a while. Paul didn't quite know how to react. All he knew was that if he had been in this position a month ago, he would just want to hold her and make her feel as comfortable as possible while carrying their baby and if he had been in this position a year ago, he would've probably only been thinking about what had gotten them into the position they were in right now. He knew he had grown as a person, this whole situation had certainly made him mature. Not just because he needed to, but because he wanted to, too. He wanted to step up and be the best father he could be, to be there for both Billy and Daisy. Of course the band was still his absolute goal along with the others, but Billy had firmly taken the place of his absolute pride and joy.

Daisy turned around and placed both of her hands on his chest, gazing down at his lips before up into his eyes. She took a small breath before pressing her lips against his, closing her eyes.

"D-Daisy..." Paul felt his body quiver as he almost melted into the kiss.

"Shh..." Daisy whispered, teasingly placing a finger over his lips to silence him before leaning in to kiss him again, grinning when she felt him start to kiss her back. Paul slid his hand up her side before settling it against her neck and parting his lips as he pressed several soft kisses against her lips, sighing softly.

After a few long moments, they both pulled back to catch their breath. Daisy giggled as she looked up at Paul's flushed cheeks, lightly brushing her thumbs against them. Paul's breathing had certainly quickened and his heart was pounding in his chest. He didn't know how that had even just happened, but he certainly wasn't about to complain.

"That was nice..." He stuttered out his words quietly. Daisy bit her lip and let out another giggle, leaning up to peck his lips gently once more.

"Goodnight, Paul." She crinkled her nose before turning around again and leaning back against his body.

"G-Goodnight, love." Paul whispered, hugging his arms around her again and lightly kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes.

Their kiss was one of the most tender things Paul had ever felt. It was almost like sealing that his little family was together... Without saying the actual words. He had been over the moon since the birth of Billy, but tonight he was going to sleep with an extra big smile on his face.

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Paul awoke in the exact position he had fallen asleep, his arms hugged around Daisy and his chin on the top of her head. He opened his eyes and squinted as he looked around the room, lightly running his fingertips back and forth along her stomach. He turned his head to look over at Billy and let out a soft yawn, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Daisy's head before carefully wriggling out of the small bed and rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning, son." Paul grinned sleepily as he gazed down at Billy in his cot, sighing softly. "God, I sound like my dad." He chuckled as he reached into one of his drawers for a clean pair of boxers, carrying them into the bathroom along with some pants and a shirt and closing the bathroom door behind him.

Once freshened up and dressed he walked back out of the bathroom and peaked around the door of his own room, smiling sweetly as he saw both Daisy and Billy sound asleep. Thankfully, Billy didn't take too much to settle, but everyone certainly knew when he was awake and ready to be fed.

"Son?" Paul heard his father's voice from the bottom of the stairs, making him walk towards it.

"Shh!" Paul chuckled as he started walking down the stairs, smiling at his dad.

"Sorry!" Jim laughed along with him, raising his eyebrows, "Are they both still asleep? You're up early!"

"Yes! I can't exactly get up and feed Billy, can I?" Paul crinkled his nose, walking into the kitchen, "Plus, Daisy deserves all the sleep in she can get! I want her to wake up to a nice breakfast, Billy is still asleep, I picked my moment and got out of bed!" Paul shrugged, starting to make himself a cup of tea.

"Look at you go." Jim widened his eyes, patting Paul's shoulder, "Don't you take these smooth mornings for granted! They will be very far and few in between, let me tell you." He laughed out his words.

"Oh, I know." Paul crinkled his nose, getting two cups out of the cupboard, "Would you like a drink, too?"

"Please." Jim smiled, getting the milk out of the fridge, "How are you finding it, then?"

"Being a dad?" Paul raised his eyebrows, taking the milk from him and pouring it into both of their cups.

"No, learning how to make a decent cup of tea!" Jim teased in a sarcastic tone, nudging Paul's side as he walked passed him, "Of course I mean being a dad." He laughed.

"Alright, alright!" Paul laughed with him, pouring the boiling water into their cups. "I absolutely love it. It's like having your own little bundle of joy right there, knowing that you helped create them and now you get the pleasure of protecting and looking after them for the rest of your life." He smiled, stirring both of their cups of tea before placing the spoon in the sink.

"Its pretty magical, isn't it?" Jim sighed softly, leaning against the counter, "I suppose me and your mother didn't do bad with you and Michael." He winked.

"Oh, /charming/." Paul pretended to be offended, rolling his eyes as he handed Jim one of the cups.

"Thank you, son." Jim crinkled his nose, warming his hands around the cup.

"You're welcome," Paul smiled sarcastically as he brought his own cup up to his lips, "I want to cook Daisy a nice breakfast, will you help me, please?"

"So you're telling me you're capable of raising a child but not cooking a meal?" Jim teased, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, /fine/! I'll do it myself." Paul squinted his eyes and huffed, walking over to the fridge.

"No, no, don't be daft! Of course I'll help." Jim chuckled and shook his head, taking a few more drinks from his tea before setting it back down on the counter.

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Paul absolutely adored the relationship he had with his dad and could only dream of having the same relationship with his own son as he watched him grow up. Jim encouraged Paul to achieve all of his dreams but also knew when he needed to step in and try and help to point him in the right direction.

Paul suddenly felt his mouth turn into a grin when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, immediately walking toward them and looking up at Daisy holding Billy in her arms as she carefully walked down them.

"Good morning, you two." Paul sighed softly, gently brushing the back of his index finger against Billy's forehead.

"Good morning." Daisy smiled, licking her lips as she looked up at Paul. Paul's gaze shifted from Billy to Daisy, feeling his breath hitch in his throat as he remembered the kiss from last night.

"I hope you didn't mind me leaving you to sleep. I wanted to get up and make you something for breakfast." Paul bit his lip.

"Not at all. I appreciate the slight sleep in." Daisy smiled back, leaning in to gently brush her lips against his cheek before walking toward the kitchen, "Thank you, I can't wait to see what you made!"

"It's waiting for you on the table." Paul smiled, feeling his cheeks growing warm from her kiss.

"In the dining room?" Daisy raised her eyebrows as Paul followed close behind.

"Yes! We managed to move Mike's drums out of the way." Paul chuckled as they both walked into the room through the kitchen.

"Good morning!" Jim grinned as he saw them all walk in, holding his arms out.

"Who's that, Billy?!" Paul gasped playfully, "Is it grandad?" He could hardly take his eyes off him as he watched Jim willingly take Billy in his arms, cradling him.

"Hey, little McCartney!" Jim gazed down at him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"What would you like to drink, Daisy?" Paul asked as she sat at the table, widening her eyes at the full English breakfast Paul and Jim had made her.

"I'll have some orange juice, please! This looks incredible." She licked her lips, picking up her cutlery.

"You're welcome!" Paul smiled widely and walked into the kitchen.

"Morning!" He was suddenly hit by Mike's voice, making him jump slightly.

"Good god, I had no idea you were even awake!" Paul laughed to try and cover it up.

"Surprise." Mike smiled sarcastically.

"Are you /that/ excited to see your nephew again?" Paul walked over to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice out of it.

"He is pretty cute." Mike shrugged.

"He's incredible." Paul sighed softly, pouring the juice into the glass.

"So, what's going on with you and Daisy, hm?" Mike raised is eyebrows, speaking again with a smirk before Paul even had a chance to respond, "Did you make any more babies last night?"

"Get lost." Paul scoffed, shoving Mike's shoulder as he walked back over to the fridge, placing the juice back into it.

"You've been spending a lot of time together.." Mike raised his eyebrows.

"We have a child together, Mike, thats kind of what happens." He rolled his eyes.

"....alone." Mike spoke quieter, wiggling his eyebrows this time.

"Stop it!" Paul widened his eyes, mumbling under his breath, "She kissed me this time."

"She did what?!" Mike gasped, looking up at Paul.

"Shut up!" Paul covered his lips with his index finger, barging Mike out of the way as he walked passed him and back into the dining room, placing the glass of juice down in front of Daisy.

"Thank you." She crinkled her nose, looking up from her plate of food.

"You're welcome." Paul smiled softly, gently rubbing her shoulder  before walking to the other side of the table and sitting down next to his father.

"Who knew you could cook such a good breakfast, Paul?" She giggled, picking up her cutlery again.

"Well, you know... I try." Paul shrugged shyly, flashing a proud smile.

"Oh, yes, who knew /you/ could cook such a good breakfast, Paul." Jim smiled sarcastically, squinting his eyes.

"Hm? What?" Paul suddenly turned his head toward his father, looking down at Billy, "What is grandad saying, hm? Is he being silly?" He spoke in a funny voice, gently touching his cheek.

"Thank you, Jim." Daisy giggled.

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"What time are they getting here?" Daisy asked as she gazed over at Paul who was sat next to her on the sofa.

"They shouldn't be long! I just hope John doesn't teach him any bad words." Paul teased, shaking his head.

"He'll be getting a crack on the back of his head if he does." Daisy shook her head along with Paul, letting out a soft laugh.

"Daisy..." Paul stretched his arm along the back of the sofa, clearing his throat, "Th-That kiss.. Last nigh-.." His shaky voice was suddenly cut off by a loud bang at the door.

"Father McCartney!" A voice shouted behind it, immediately awakening Billy and resulting in him starting to cry as he remained in Jim's arms in the dining room.

"Great start." Paul sighed, rolling his eyes before standing up and walking over to the door, opening it to allow George, John, Pete and Stuart into the house.

"It's Liverpool's new super nanny!" John teased as he ruffled Paul's hair playfully, crinkling his nose.

"Shh! You just woke him!" Paul swatted John's shoulder after closing the door.

"Where is Mini McCartney?" George raised his eyebrows with a grin.

"With his grandad." Paul smiled, leading them into the front room and pointing at the sofa and arm chair for them to sit down as he walked over to the dining room to where his father and Billy were.

"Hi, Daisy." Pete sat down on the sofa, looking over at her.

"Hi." Daisy smiled shyly.

"How are you feeling?" Stuart raised his eyebrows, sitting next to Pete.

"Not too bad, thank you. Only mildly exhausted today!" She laughed out her words.

"Hello, Jim!" John waved at him as he claimed the armchair, relaxing into it.

"Hello, John." Jim nodded politely.

"Here he is..." Paul smiled proudly as he turned around with Billy in his arms, walking into the middle of the room.

"Can I hold him?!" John gasped, holding his arms out.

"Funny." Paul smiled sarcastically before turning to Pete, Stuart and George, scanning them back and forth before carefully placing Billy in George's lap.

"Really?! George?!" John scoffed, rolling his eyes, "He's practically still a baby himself!"

"Shut up!" George squinted his eyes at him, trying not to laugh.

"Hello, Billy." Pete crinkled his nose at him, wiggling the tip of his finger against the palm of Billy's hand.

"Is he sleeping?" Stuart asked, glancing down at him and then over at Daisy.

"We've had more good nights than bad." Daisy shrugged, reaching her hand out and lightly tickling one of Billy's feet.

"Where's Alan?" Paul asked.

"He's on his way, he told us he would meet us here." John rolled his eyes.

"Ah, I'll look forward to the twenty questions from him, then." Paul widened his eyes playfully.

"You'll be fine! Theres not really much he can do about it." Pete laughed

"True," Paul nodded, "I'm so proud of how incredible Daisy is at being a mother." He sighed softly, looking over at her.

"Aren't you two cute?" Stuart crinkled his nose, laughing softly.

"Sometimes." Paul winked, sitting down at the piano stool, facing away from the piano and toward everyone else.

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The bandmate's first meeting with Billy had gone better than Paul expected, the conversation flowed around the room and everyone adored Billy. Paul was unbelievably happy. He had adapted to being a father so well and wanted to spend every moment he could with Billy and Daisy. Daisy had been staying at Paul's for a few nights so that Jim could help and spend time with his new grandson while Paul and the boys didn't have any gigs booked in, but she was moving back home tonight. He knew he'd be round there at every possible moment he could be. He also knew that sooner or later, his father would be asking him about when Paul and Daisy would be getting their own house together - having mentioned several times throughout the pregnancy that he thought they should've had a house together beforehand anyway. The truth was, Paul didn't even know where himself and Daisy was in terms of their very on and off 'relationship'. Sure, they had had a little kiss, but he was yet to ask her if she wanted to try again and live as a family together under their own roof. He also didn't even know how they would afford it. The band was getting bigger and bigger by the gig, but they still didn't have a recording contract or a manager that booked them into places further out than Hamburg. Once the band was on the roll that each of them dreamed to be, then he could proudly provide an incredible life for both Daisy and Billy. Until then, he was more than happy to give every penny he earned to them.

Alan did eventually turn up, and just as Paul predicted, did give him twenty questions.

"You're happy to continue in the band, then?" Alan tiled his head.

"Of course I am!" Paul exclaimed, "I've never answered a question so quickly in my life."

"Apart from when Daisy asked if he'd have a baby with her." John spoke under his breath, making the others snigger.

"And you're happy with the same amount of gigs and trips over to Hamburg?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Absolutely! I will one hundred percent fulfil my contract with this band and I will give every penny I earn to Daisy and Billy. Theres nothing else I'd rather work for." Paul grinned.

"I'm happy to hear it." Alan smiled.

"Not as happy as we'll be to hear you eventually get a recording contract for us." John gave him a playful, stern look.

"I told you, I will! You guys have seen just how many people want to see you here and in Hamburg, just think how many people want to hear it across the world!" Alan's eyes widened.

"We just need to keep playing, the more gigs, the better." Paul shrugged.

"We've got the first of our new string of gigs at The Cavern again tomorrow, remember?" John asked, standing up with the rest of the lads as they got ready to leave.

"Yeah, are we meeting there?" Paul asked.

"We might as well." Pete shrugged, "There's no point you coming all the way up to The Casbah just for us all to go down into town."

"Alright, I'll see you there!" Paul grinned, following them toward the door.

"Are you not coming out for a drink tonight?" John raised his eyebrows.

"I can't, mate, it'll be my last evening with Billy tonight before all our gigs." Paul shook his head.

"We're not gonna go crazy. We'll probably just pop down to Ye Crake and The Phil." George spoke as he stepped out of the door.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll see you tomorrow night." Paul smiled.

"Me and you will be the only non-hungover ones!" Alan teased, shaking his head.

"For once." John laughed, stepping outside, "See you tomorrow, you old man."

"Sod off." Paul squinted his eyes playfully.

"It was lovely to meet Billy, Paul. I'm so glad you and Daisy are so settled with him." Alan smiled.

"Thanks, Alan, it really means a lot. I'll see you tomorrow!" Paul grinned proudly, waving them all goodbye after they shouted goodbye to Daisy and Jim through the open door. Once he shut the door behind him he made his way back into the living room, unable to stop himself from smiling as he sat back down next to Daisy and Billy.

"It was nice to meet Alan," Daisy looked up at Paul, "Is he any nearer to getting you lot a recording contract?"

"He says he is," Paul shrugged, "We just have to trust him."

"Think how incredible that will be. You'll be world famous!" Daisy gasped, giggling as she kept her eyes on Paul's.

"I wish! We can only hope." Paul chuckled.

"You could buy Billy a house before he's even old enough to own one!" She widened her eyes.

"And me!" Jim shouted from the dining room, laughing.

"And you, dad!" Paul nodded, "And I couldn't get away without buying something for Mike." He rolled his eyes playfully.

"And perhaps something silver and ring shaped for Daisy." Jim raised his eyebrows as he walked through the living room and toward the stairs.

"H-Ha..." Paul attempted to chuckle, blinking hard as Daisy pretended she hadn't heard him, "I... Hope the boys don't get too drunk tonight." Paul broke the awkward silence.

"Do you want to go?" Daisy asked.

"No, don't be daft, of course I'd rather spend the last evening with you two." Paul shook his head.

"You can go if you want, Paul. We'll be fine." Daisy shrugged, "Actually, I told William and his mum that I would take Billy round tonight."

"Oh?" Paul pouted his lips, "But tonight is the last evening we have before me and the lads start gigging again.."

"I know... But tonight is the only night that they were both free. They need to meet him." Daisy lifted Billy up and placed him against her chest, "All of your friends have met him."

"True..." Paul sighed, chewing his bottom lip.

"And going in the evening would be better, too, so then I can get home and put Billy down for a good nights sleep." She looked down at Billy, gently kissing the top of his head.

"Alright... I guess. If this is the only night you can take him to meet them." Paul frowned, "I'll come around tomorrow before the gig and see you both, alright?"

"Of course." Daisy nodded with a smile, gently patting Paul's thigh, "You deserve to go out. You haven't spent time with the band since Billy was born." She smiled softly.

"I haven't.. Because you two mean more to me than they do." Paul shrugged.

"You won't be saying that when you get kicked out of the band and we're raising a child on the street!" Daisy widened her eyes, squeezing Paul's thigh.

"Don't say that!" Paul inhaled sharply as she squeezed his thigh, "We'll be living in a penthouse in the Bahamas before you know it." He winked.

"Thats more like it." Daisy bit her lip, "I'll set off with Billy now so you can get ready."

"Oh, no, you don't have too!" Paul narrowed his eyebrows.

"You'll see us tomorrow!" Daisy shook her head, placing Billy in the pram that was kept by the door.

"I know, but I'll miss you... I haven't spent a night without you since he's been born yet." Paul followed her toward the door.

"You'll be fine..." Daisy shook her head.

"But.." Paul stuck his bottom lip out before feeling his entire body go weak as Daisy leaned up to press their lips together. She kissed him delicately just once before parting her lips and kissing him again. Paul felt his breathing hitch in the back of his throat before kissing her back, placing his hands on her hips as she snaked her arms around his neck. They both tilted their heads the opposite way, their eyes closed as Daisy pushed one of her hands into the back of his hair, playing with it between her fingers. Paul whimpered softly and pressed himself against her, closing his eyes shut slightly tighter.

"Go out and have fun, Paul..." She whispered against his lips, leaning in to peck them again.

"Y-Yes..." Paul nodded, feeling vulnerable to do anything she said while she had him in this state.

"We'll see you soon." She smiled against his lips. Paul nodded helplessly again, parting his lips for her as she kissed him once more, suddenly pulling back when she heard Jim walking toward the top of the stairs.

"I already can't wait to see you again." Paul swallowed hard, licking his lips when she pulled back, dropping his arms by his sides as he heard his father's footsteps.

"Not long." She bit her lip, gazing up into Paul's eyes before walking over to the pram and pushing it toward the door.

"Are you going, Daisy?" Jim asked, looking over at her.

"Yes, I'm going to see my friend and then I'll be putting Billy down for the night." She smiled.

"Oh, alright. Do come here whenever you'd like, I can't get over how sweet little Billy is. I'm going to miss my morning cuddles with him! It's been a pleasure to have you both around." He sighed softly, leaning over the pram and lightly brushing his finger against his cheek.

"Thank you, Jim, I really appreciate it." Her smile widened, "Paul is going out on his first night out since becoming a dad tonight!" She cringed playfully.

"Oh, dear.. Do behave yourself, Paul." Jim spoke sternly, squinting his eyes.

"I will..." Paul nodded, looking back at his father. He leaned down into the pram and pressed a gentle kiss to Billy's forehead, speaking against it, "I'll see you as soon as possible, Billy. Daddy loves you /so/ much. Behave for your mother."

"Only if you behave for me." Daisy teased, smiling as Paul stood up straight again, helping her lift the pram out of the door.

"I said I will!" Paul laughed out his words, standing on the doorstep. "I'll see you soon."

"Very soon." Daisy nodded, leaning up to peck his lips again. Paul instantly fell into her kiss again and placed his hand on her cheek, bringing her into a slightly deeper kiss. Daisy's hands slid into the back of his hair again for several moments before lightly scratching her nails against his neck, resulting in an all too familiar feeling as he inhaled shakily against her lips.

"Mm... Have a good night." She spoke in an innocent tone once they both pulled back.

"S-See you soon.." Paul almost breathed out his words.

"Goodbye." Daisy waved with a smile.

"G-Goodbye, call me if you need /anything/." Paul waved back, waiting until they had both disappeared before closing the door behind him and letting out a heavy breath from the result of the kiss.

"Paul, will you come in here and help me with your brother's drums, please?!" Jim called from the other room.

"I-.... I think I just need to go upstairs first." He cleared his throat uneasily, turning to walk up the stairs. He couldn't get the memory of Daisy's kiss out of his head.

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So... the first chapter with Paul as a father! What's your thoughts? Personally I love grandad Jim, I think he's so adorable...

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think! :)