We both finish our breakfast and we're now upstairs in our bedroom laying on the bed with Gabriel in between us as he lays on his side and looks around with curious, wide awake eyes.

"Are you gonna go to the studio today?" I ask Paul slowly as I run my finger over Gabriel's small arm as we both look at him.

"I dunno, I don't want to but we didn't get much recorded yesterday." he says quietly and I nod while still looking at Gabriel who now is on his back and rubbing his eyes with his arms, somebody's tired again.

I continue to look at Gabriel as he yawns and he shortly falls asleep and Paul picks him up to lay him on his chest. I yawn and close my eyes as I lay there on the bed next to Paul and I think about how Paul and John fought yesterday and how rude John was to Paul and I guess you could say Paul was bitter too but all that he said was true. I hear Paul get up and walk over to the bassinet to put Gabriel down and he pulls me on top of him when he lays back down. I snuggle into his warm body as he drapes the comforter over us and wraps his arms around my waist and sticks his hands up my shirt to runs his fingers up and down my back in a calming way. I keep my eyes closed as I listen to his heartbeat and feel his long fingers on my back.

"Will you come with me to the studio again today?" I hear Paul ask me shyly.

"Mmhmm." I mumble into his chest while nodding.

"Ta." I hear him say.

"Welcome." I say into his chest with a yawn. I just hope today they wouldn't be fighting again and end up leaving almost right after they got there like yesterday.

"I love you." I mumble into his chest as I admire this intimacy and contact between each other.

"I love you too, darling." I hear him answer as I feel the warm metal of his wedding band on my lower back as he rests his hand there.

"I know you don't think you're all that beautiful anymore because of what having a baby did to your body, but I want you to know that I'll always find you beautiful and frankly I find you more beautiful since you had my child." I hear Paul say and I smile against his chest.

"You're the best husband a woman could ever wish for." I mutter into his chest and I feel him kiss my head.

"You're the best wife a man could ever ask for." I hear him say against my hair.

"Really?" I ask since I'm a bit surprised at that, because I really try my best but I don't always feel like I do my best to comfort Paul, be there for him or to be the best wife.

"Yes o' course love, I wouldn't want to be married to any other woman." I hear him say as he runs his long fingers through my blonde hair.

"Good, because I love you so much." I say as I lift my head to look at him as he has a small smile on his lips and I comb my hand through his wavy black hair and he closes his eyes when I do.

"I love you so much, baby." he says with open eyes and I smile a him and I kiss the tip of his nose. I sigh and rest my chin on my folded arms and I space out as he still plays with my hair.

"I hate seeing you unhappy." I mumble as he looks at me and I bring my eyes back to him.

"I hate seeing you unhappy too, and stressed." he says.

"I am happy." I reply and he looks away and I push his hair back as he looks sad and dazed.

"I'm sorry that you're unhappy." I say and he looks back to me.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault." he says.

"I know, but more than anything I want you to be happy, Paul and I hate seeing you upset from the stuff with the band." I say sadly and he nods slowly while he continues to mindlessly wrap pieces of my hair around his fingers while avoiding my eye contact by staring at his fingers.

I sigh and toy at his thick beard as he's silent and I wish he would talk, he always tells me what's on his mind. Silence engulfs us for a few minutes as he still plays with my hair and the hum of the vents are heard in the background.

"Talk to me." I say quietly.

"What about?" he replies being stubborn and I sigh and stare up at him.

"You know what, tell me how you feel and stuff." I say and he huffs as he still avoids my eye contact.

"I'm not some sissy girl who talks about her feelings, Jackie." he says in a ticked off tone.

"Paul-." I start but he cuts in while pulling me off of him and getting up from the bed.

"Stop trying to make it all better, Jackie. I don't want to talk about it because the last thing I want to do is feel like a bloody girl crying about my feelings and all that shit." he says angrily as he walks over to the dresser in the middle of the room.

"I'm just trying to help you feel better, Paul." I protest and I hear him huff as his back is to me.

"Well yer not helping so stop trying and don't bother coming with me today." he says while he digs through a drawer and I sigh as I lay on the bed with my hands behind me supporting me.

"What do you want me to do then, Paul? Do you want me to just sit here watching you suffer? Because I hate seeing you like this!" I admit and he sighs and leans over the dresser to rest his hands on it.

"It's not gonna get any better Jackie, so you might as well get used to seeing me like this then." he retorts and grabs some clothes before leaving the room without giving me a chance to reply.

I huff and punch the bed before laying back and covering my eyes with my arms. I'm trying to help him feel better, I'm trying to comfort him but he won't let me now when before I was always the one he vented to about it and now this is how repays my generosity to do that by shutting me out! I groan and decide to not run after him because I know we'd fight even more and it'd turn into a yelling match. I sigh being fed up with this never ending problem between him and the band and I roll over on my side and feel a few tears run down my cheek, I want my Paul back the one who I fell in love with not this angry man who now won't talk to me. What do I do to make it better? What can I do?