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Over the next year, Paul strove to be the wonderful husband and father that Jane wanted him to be. He was there for the major milestones of his children's lives and managed to stay on top of his work as well.

"Jane, are you ready?" Paul asked as he gathered the four large suitcases into the hallway. "Our flight leaves in an hour." He was taking the family on a vacation to Greece for three weeks and she took every possible precaution while she was packing for the four of them.

"Yes," she sighed, lugging their squirming twins down the stairs. She handed Sam to Paul and hugged Nate close to her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just tired."

"I love you when you're tired," he said offhandedly. He barely noticed that he'd said it but Jane peered at him curiously.

"Th-thanks, I guess," she stammered, surprised at his casual outburst. He suddenly kissed her tenderly, only extending the shock that she felt.

"Let's go," he said. She followed behind him and put the kids in the car as Paul put the luggage in the trunk. When they climbed in the front seat Paul immediately took Jane's hand and held it from the time they left to the time they arrived at the airport. They each carried one child and two bags , but they still too the time to glance at each other and smile.

"Jane!" someone called out. "Jane Asher!" They turned and saw a tall, blonde man running up to them.

"Robert!" Jane yelled back in glee. She dropped the bags and shoved Nate into Paul's arms as she ran toward the man. He hugged her and kissed her on both cheeks. "My God, it's been years!"

"Four," he clarified. "And you've settled down? Still as beautiful as ever though." Paul noticed how Jane's eyes never left Robert and her fingers twitched as if they ached to take his. "Would you introduce me?"

"Of course," she said, snapping out of her enamor. "Robert, this is my husband, Paul McCartney." She took Nate back and let Paul shake Robert's hand.

"Robert Garrison, pleasure to meet you," he smiled dashingly at Paul.

"Likewise," Paul said jealously. Jane stared at Robert with adoration and amazement in her eyes. He stood over Paul by about an inch and a half and had larger and more defined muscles. He was easily about six years older than Jane and, admittedly, almost godly attractive. This was the man that had once had his wife as an infatuated, sixteen year old puppet that obeyed his every word.

"And these are my children," Jane said quietly and reluctantly. "Samantha and Nathaniel."

"They're beautiful, Janie," he grinned. Paul couldn't help but frown. Jane threw a fit whenever someone called her Janie, but when this man did, she smiled and blushed like a schoolgirl.

"Well, our flight's leaving in a few minutes so we really must be off. Nice to meet you, chap," Paul said facetiously. Robert shook his hand again and clapped his back.

"Sure was," Robert agreed. He hugged Jane tightly and she had to try not to sigh. "Bye, Janie. I miss you. Ring me sometime, alright?"

"Of course," she said too quickly. "Goodbye." She watched him walk away until Paul cleared his throat.

"Let's go," he grumbled. They took everything to their terminal and gave their bags to the attendants. They were soon settled in their seats and Paul turned to her.

"How many times have you seen him since we've been married?" he asked.

"None."

"Before?"

"We did a movie together, so quite a bit," she laughed nervously.

"You saw him when you were in Italy," he said suddenly. Her face reddened behind the magazine she was reading. "Jane, did you sleep with him while we were there?"

"No," she squeaked out. She saw him relax visibly. "At least…not when we were there."

"Jane," he said shakily. "Stop. This isn't the time for games. Answer me. Did you sleep with him?"

"Yes, Paul," she whispered.

"When?"

"A few weeks before I left for Italy."

"How many times?"

"Paul ," she argued. "Why are you doing this? I'm living with the guiltiest conscience imaginable."

"How many times?" he asked again, his anger beginning to show. "Tell me, Jane. Don't lie."

"At least six," she said, her eyes brimming with tears. "Maybe seven or eight. Whenever he wanted to, really. Since I was about sixteen."

"You don't know what this means, do you?" he asked. He looked at Samantha leaning on her brother in the seat next to Jane with her blonde hair and blue eyes and felt detached from the kids all of a sudden. "Do you?"

"What, Paul?"

"The kids," he choked out. "They could not be mine. They could be his." Jane's head snapped over to him and her eyes set alight.

"Accuse them of not being yours one more time and you'll never see them again," she hissed. "Stop being jealous. They're not his, they're yours. I'm sorry for my mistakes, but it's not like you've never had your own. Other people have loved me, not just you. Get over it."

"Not the way I do," he denied. "No one has ever loved you the way I do."

"And how's that?"

"Completely, irrevocably, and unconditionally," he admitted. "Even if you had his kids, I don't know if I could love you any less, because you're all I have to love."

"Paul, stop it," she said.

"No, it true, you know," he nodded. "You're it." Even though he was upset about her and Robert, he pulled her into his lap.

"Really?"

"Really."

She took his face in her hands and she kissed him. Her hands wound themselves into his hair, caught either in knots or passion but whichever on it was, drew him closer. She traced his lips with hers which reminded him of wine and cigarettes and sometimes sandpaper when she said something especially cruel. When she bit him, he attempted to pull away but she whispered, "not yet."

He counted backwards in his head because even though he was grateful to have her, he was too sad to kiss her back. He lifted her off of his lap and she angrily turned away from him.

"You're being ridiculous," she said. "Why can you be angry with me for being with someone else and you always are?"

"I've been the best I could to you for the past few years and then I find this out?" She ignored him completely. "Jane." Still no response. "Fine, I'll just stop talking to you since you're going to be like this."

"No, no, please talk to me. I crave your attention," she drawled sarcastically. He took her hand and felt it slowly relax.

"Look, let's not fight, alright?" he said softly. "We'll have a lovely holiday with the kids just like we planned and we'll go out tonight and we'll stay by each other all night. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like a plan," she said back. He kissed her hand and let her rest her head on his shoulder for the remainder of the flight.

When they landed, Jane let Nate walk ahead of them while Sam slept soundly in her arms. They were attacked by the paparazzi as they left the airport, so Paul swiftly escorted his family into the waiting car. It took them a few minutes to get out of the crowd of people, but soon they were on their way to a secluded house Paul had bought.

"Should we walk to the beach when we get there, love?" he asked.

"Oh, honey, I'm right knackered," she yawned. "Do you mind if I sleep for a while? Why don't you take the kids to the water?"

"Mum," Sam whined. "You come to the water too."

"No, sweetheart, Mummy needs to rest," she tittered. The child's lower lip trembled as tears pooled in her big blue eyes.

"Please?" she asked. Paul and Nate made the same face as Sam did.

"Yeah, please?" Paul begged.

"Tell you what," she reasoned. "We'll all sleep for a while and then we'll all go to the water." Paul smiled brightly and kissed her cheek.

"Brilliant." The car stopped at a house on the shore and Paul lugged all the bags in while Jane carried the kids in. He collapsed on the bed immediately, not realizing how tired he was. The kids slept on the other bed in the room and Jane ended up being the only one who was awake. She rubbed Paul's back absentmindedly as she flipped through a book she brought with her.

He hummed pleasantly as her soft touch floated around on his back. He rolled over and laid his head on her lap and her hand didn't break rhythm as she changed to stroking his soft brown hair. His eyes fluttered open slightly and she looked down at him in a way she never had. Not full of bad intentions or lust or disappointment or simply love, but softly and purely. Like she would look at her best friend.

"Lay down with me for a while, love," he yawned. She smiled and set her book aside before settling into his arms. He never wanted to forget the way her heart felt, fluttering against his chest. He hugged her until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Their rest was soon for naught when their children climbed onto the bed and bounced around them.

"Daddy! Let's go!" Sam giggled excitedly as she and her brother fell on top of him.

"We're sleepy, you lot," he groaned. They whined until Jane sighed and got up to help them get dressed for the beach. Paul changed into his swimming trunks and waited patiently for Jane and the kids to get ready. Sam clung to Jane's leg as she tried to pack towels and sandwiches and other necessities, and Nate sat on Paul's lap calmly.

"Come on, Sam, you brat," Jane grinned. "Go sit with Dad until it's time to go."

"No!" she whined. Jane sighed again and instructed Paul to grab some sunscreen so they could go. She followed behind with the cumbersome beach supplies and baby slowing her down a bit.

When they all reached the beach, Jane dropped the towels and food to cover the kids in sunscreen. The kids had, unfortunately, inherited her sensitive skin. While Paul's skin would turn gold and beautiful in the sun, hers would freckle and burn.

They played with the kids in the water for a while and Jane took a few pictures. Nate started to tire from the heat and from exhaustion, so he and Jane went to relax under the umbrella. Paul lay back on the sand as Sam played in the sand, but neither he nor Jane noticed when Sam wandered off.

"Paul!" Jane called. "Where's the baby?"

"She's with you," he called back.

"She's not! You were watching her!" she panicked. "Where is she?" She put Nate in his arms and ran off down the shore in search of her daughter. "Sam? Samantha!"

"Sammie?" Paul called as he and Nate walked followed. "Where are you, love?"

"Oh my God," Jane gasped. Her fingernails dug crescent moons into her skin as she doubled over in panic. "Sam!" Paul saw his child just before a wave engulfed her. Jane ran toward the water but Paul pushed her back, handed Nate to her, and sprinted into the waves.

He dove beneath the surface and barely felt his eyes sting as he looked for Sam. She was crying and inhaling water as she thrashed around a several feet away from him. He swam toward her and scooped her up quickly, holding her above his head as he walked through the water. Her tiny body convulsed with coughs and sobs.

"It's alright, love," he soothed her softly. "Everything's alright now." When they got to the shore, Jane snatched her out of Paul's grasp and held her tightly.

"You're so irresponsible that it makes me sick," she spat. He couldn't argue with her. "We're going inside."

As she walked away, Paul could see her body still trembling in fear.