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Paul pulls away from our kiss and I can't help but to smile big as he looks at me with a large grin as well. He pokes my nose and I laugh and blush.

"Are you okay from Nick having came around earlier?" Paul asks in a caring way and I nod.

"Good, I hope you are. I don't want to see a frown on this pretty little face of yours." he replies and my cheeks again flush as I smile and look down at my lap.

He raises my chin with his finger and smiles at me once more and I smile back.

"I should let you get some sleep then, sweet dreams darling." he bids and I nod.

"Goodnight and sweet dreams to you too." I respond and he squeezes my shoulder before leaving my room and he closes my door behind him.

I fall back onto my bed with a large smile still on my face and push my hair out of my eyes. I laugh like a giddy child and change into my pajamas before getting under my cozy covers and I turn the light out. I sigh and cuddle into my pillow still with that pleased smile on my face before I fall into a comfortable sleep.

Paul's POV

I walk back to my room with a proud smirk on my face and I enter my room and get ready for bed. I sit on my comfy bed and rub my sleepy eyes as I still smile and then I pull back the covers and get under them.

I finally kissed her and ah was it wonderful. I know she only just moved in and we hardly know the other but there's just some special thing about this girl.

I've met dozens of birds in my life, from going to school and now being a celebrity, and I've been in the dating scene but I've never in my life met a girl like Madison. It seems there's always one thing about a girl that I've met in the past, a thing that I don't like about them. Not to sound mean, but maybe a belief or moral that they have, one I don't share or disagree with. Or lets say they can just be downright mean to people and I'd rather be interested in a girl that respects and is nice to all people, whether she likes them or not. They're just things that basically turn me off about a girl, and I haven't found one thing about Madison that has made me lose interest in her. I've just gained more interest in her over the past days, I want to get to know her so badly. I want to memorize her laugh, the way she walks, the way her perfume smells, her favorite foods and least favorites. I've never felt this way about a bird I've met before, maybe this is love or the beginning of it. I don't necessarily believe in love at first sight, maybe I should.

I sigh and rest my head on the pillow with my hands behind my head and I stare up at the ceiling as the full moons light casts its light through my window. I finally close my eyes and let my mind drift off and I fall into a peaceful slumber.

I wake up refreshed the next morning and ah how I am glad for getting to finally sleep in this morning as today is our day off, it's about time. I sit up and stretch before getting out of my comfy bed and walking down the stairs to find John sitting on the couch with a bowl of cornflakes on his lap and the telly on. I see nobody else to be awake, but I think it's Mads' day off too so everybody is probably savoring the opportunity to sleep in.

"Do I have something to tell you." I tell John as I plop down on the couch beside him and he turns to me.

"And what is that?" he questions before looking back to the cartoon on the television.

"I erm kissed Madison last night." I tell him nonchalantly and his head whips back to look at me.

"Oh you did, did you or are you just wishing that?" he teases and I jab his shoulder.

"No John, I really did. Twice actually." I proudly say and he nods.

"Well congrats Macca, it's about time. So are you and her dating then?" he questions and I run a hand through my disheveled hair.

"We haven't exactly gotten to that point yet." I explain and he again nods his head.

"There's the party tonight, you know."

"I know." I state and he changes the channel before I go into the kitchen for my own breakfast.

I whistle and sing a bit as I find English muffins in the fridge and I pop one into the toaster. I find peanut butter in the pantry cupboard and grab a knife and plate for when it finishes.

I'm not so hyped about the party anymore to be honest, hmm that makes me come up with an idea.

I turn back to the toaster after I hear it pop up and I toss it on the plate and take the knife with peanut butter on it to my breakfast. I lick my fingers that got the peanut butter on them and place the knife in the sink afterwards as I make my way to the bathroom now. I wash my hands after I'm done and walk back into the kitchen to see who else but Madison standing there in the kitchen.

"Is this yours?" she asks as she points a finger to the English muffin and I nod.

"Yeah, but you can have it. I'll just make another." I reply.

"No it's your food, I can make something for myself." she objects but I tell her it's okay and she ends up taking my plate and I make another and grab a banana.

I find John to have gone upstairs or somewhere as he's not seated on the couch anymore so I sit next to Mads on the sofa. Her eyes are glued to the tv as something is on but I don't show much interest towards it.

"No work today?" I ask as she is three fourths done with her food and I'm half done with the muffin and my half eaten banana sits beside it on my plate. She shakes her head 'no' and I nod and think some more.

"You still want to go to that party tonight, love?" I query and notice her empty plate to be sitting on her lap.

She shrugs with tired eyes and I scratch my chin and look to the tv.

George and Ritchie soon pile down the stairs and escape to the kitchen for food and we follow them to return our dirty dishes.

"How does skipping the party and getting dinner together sound, darling?" I ask Madison as we stand in the study and I find a seat on the couch and she finds the big plush chair to sit in.

"What about the costumes?"

"Do ya reckon you could return them?" I ask nervously as I hope she didn't spend a whole lot on them.

"Yeah I suppose." she replies as she's sits cross legged in her pajamas still as I am too and she avoids my gaze, this stubborn girl.

"How about dinner then, Mads? Ah come on, you can't refuse to go out to dinner with a Beatle, let alone the cute one!" I state and I say the second part playfully with a smile and she grins and meets my eyes finally.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. McCartney?" she asks me with a smirk and I catch on.

"Yes Ms. Sheperds, I am asking you on a date, I hope that is alright with you." I confess and she smiles.

"That's perfectly fine with me, I'd love to have dinner with you." she tells me and I smile as I look into her deep eyes, I let out a held breath and feel relief at hearing her answer.

"Where would you like to have dinner, miss?"

"Hmm, just surprise me." she answers and I nod, I like that mysterious aspect to her.

She stands up to search the shelves and I open the drawer of the table to my right and I find a book I stowed away in the deep drawer. I whistle as I flip through the pages and find my dog eared page and I start to read as a comfortable silence surrounds us.

I forget about going upstairs for my book and instead run my finger over the spines of books in their little library. I come across one and sit back down in the large chair and open to the first page to start reading it. I peek from my book to see Paul who's sitting across from me staring at the book in his hands and i watch as his eyes flit from line to line. I smile and bring my eyes back to my own book and finish the page. I find the book to be rather boring and set it on the shelf behind me and I snuggle into the comfy chair.

He asked me out on a date and I said yes! I'm going on a date with a Beatle tonight, you can't say that every day. I'm excited and happy about it, but yet nervous just a bit. I wonder how things will go and if it'll be awkward or not, I hope it won't be. I sigh and trace the pattern of the sewing on the chair and think of what to wear tonight. I close my eyes to rest them as Paul reads silently and I hear the other three lads' voices coming from the kitchen down the hall.

"George, I want the last cookie!" I hear John complain.

"You've already ate like four of them, Lennon! I haven't even gotten to eat one, so tough luck. You can go make more if you like." George shoots back with a lightness to his voice, not necessarily mean.

I grin at hearing them argue over a cookie and I hear John stomp off to the living room.

"Paul, do you know how to make cookies?" I hear John say as he instead stops in the doorway of the study and i open my eyes.

"Yeah sure, why?"

"You and Madison should make some, you can be off duty for washing dishes for the week if you do." John suggests and Paul looks to me.

"How about it, Mads?" he questions.

"Sure, I'd love to." I reply and Paul sets the book down and I follow him into the now empty kitchen.

He finds two cookie sheets and sets them on the stove for now while I grab a bowl large enough to mix the dough in.

"What kind should we make?" I ask Paul and he shrugs.

"Do you lot like peanut butter cookies?" I ask and he shakes his head with a big grin.

"We love 'em. I don't even remember the last time I had those delicious cookies." he replies and i nod as I try to think of the recipe.

"You got a cook book?" I query and he nods and gets it from one of the cabinets for me and I skim it until I find the recipe.

"Okay we need; sugar, brown sugar, peanut butter, butter, shortening, an egg, flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt." I tell him as I run my eyes over the recipe and Paul walks over to look over my shoulder at it.

"Alrighty, lets try and find those then, I'm positive we have all of them and enough of 'em." he states and I nod before we search the cupboards and refrigerator for them.

We come up with all of them and enough for each ingredient and we set them out on the island. I find measuring cups and measuring spoons in the drawer and set them out too. I keep the book open to the page with the recipe and position it in the corner away from all the ingredients so it won't get flour and sticky peanut butter on it.

Paul takes over the flour, sugars and the egg for now while I took on the job of measuring the peanut butter, shortening and softened butter. All are supposed to be combined in the bowl first, except for the flour, and my mouth is watering at the thought of eating these later.

"I didn't think you two would actually do it." John says as he walks in to find Paul measuring brown sugar and me with the peanut butter on my fingers.

"You can't resist to make cookies, and we're gonna get the large share of them, so why not?" Paul speaks for us both with a smile.

"Whatever, that's fair. I'll be the tester for when the batch comes out though." John declares with a grin and he leaves afterwards.

"How's the peanut butter coming along, love?" Paul asks as he walks over to the radio to turn it up as its on a station playing popular music of today.

"It's kinda hard to measure, but I almost got it all out." I reply with a smile and I finally scoop it all out with the spatula and Paul smiles at me.

I hear his melodic whistling as he cracked the egg and measured the flour and white sugar. I went on to the other sticky task of measuring butter and shortening and it took me a while to get it out but we finally succeeded with the first list of ingredients. We both washed our hands for the second time after him messing with the egg and my hands being coated in sticky butter that took a few washings and lathers of soap to get off.

"Ah, I forget that we have to refrigerate this dough." I say as I look at the recipe after having stirred the smooth mixture in the bowl.

"Oh really? Hmm, well we can find something to do for two hours, Mads." Paul adds on as he too reads the recipe.

I nod and we get back to measuring the remaining ingredients and then I stir it all together and I see Paul eyeing the dough.

"Please Mads? Just a little tiny bit?" Paul whines as he stands at the island as I do too and I laugh.

"Fine, but just a little." I tell him and he nods with a large grin and dips his finger in the dough.

"Mm mm mm." Paul exclaims after eating the dough as he now has a pleased smile on his face and I grin at his reaction.

I take a small share too and I agree with his opinion, it's great dough, mm I love to eat cookie dough even though there's the possibility of getting sick from it. I looked to the clock and in that split second Paul took some cookie dough and spread it on my cheek.

"Hey!" I complain with a laugh and he chuckles with a playful smile.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I meant to put it on your nose." he explains and he winks at me.

I wipe the dough off and run after him with it as we look like children running around in the kitchen and I follow to the study where he escaped to. He catches me on the couch but I put the warm dough on his two cheeks and we both laugh as he kneels over me on the cough. We stop laughing and share a silent moment as we look into each others eyes and he leans down to rub his cheeks on my face and I laugh and squirm.

"Paul, stop!" I refuse with a laugh and he pulls away with a grin.

"I can always tickle you too, Mads." he threatens with a playful smile and I hold my hands up.

"No, please don't!" I object and he giggles.

"Okay. Come on, lets go get a washcloth to wipe our faces off." he suggests and he takes my hand and we walk into the kitchen.

He grabs the wet washcloth we've used to wipe our hands off and the counter occasionally and he turns to me. He gently wipes my cheeks and I smile as he does so in a caring way.

"Thanks, my turn." I say after he finishes and I take the washcloth and softly wipe the remains of the cookie dough off his chubby cheeks.

"Thanks love." he tells me and I smile before he plants a kiss on my cheek.