AN: Hey, guys! Woohoo I'm out of school and now it's summer! I'm excited because then I can read all I want and write until late and I'm also going to start editing my stories for like grammar and that kind of thing, including this series so I won't feel so bad posting parts that I'm not 100% proud of. I hope you like this part and I'm sorry that they're short, but I hope that me updating fairly often helps. Feel free to tell me what you think of it! Ah you guys are awesome!
Paul finishes the garlic and slices of onion and I put the ham into the crockpot and all the veggies and leave it to simmer and cook for the next few hours.
"Wanna go upstairs?" Paul asks me as he hugs me from behind and he starts to kiss my neck and I smile to myself as I understand what he's getting at.
"Yeah." I answer and he leads me upstairs and we fall back onto the bed in a heap as we are passionately kissing and clinging to the other while our messy bed with sheets and blankets is beneath us.
Paul pulls away to give me a breather but he doesn't stop and kisses up and down my neck and makes quick work of my shirt and I peel his off of him as my fingers are caught in his shaggy hair while his warm lips caress my neck. I close my eyes at the familiar sensation and I feel my heart beating fast and I'm sure Paul can feel my rapid pulse lying underneath his sweet lips. I grip his strong shoulders as he straddles me and his forearms rest on the bed as his hands cradle my head and stroke my hair and he lifts his head up and we both smirk at the other. He leans down to crush his smiling lips against my own and we take it slow even though I know he's getting desperate and impatient.
I wake up half covered by the; thin bed sheet, random blankets lost in the sea of our comforter that all are strewn across our large king bed. I rub my eyes and comb my hair back with my fingers and I attempt to move my achey legs to find them entangled with the pair of legs that belong to my lovely husband and I smile to myself as I discover Paul to be cuddled up very closely to me. His bearded chin rests on my bare shoulder as we had made love before we had fallen asleep and his long, pale arms that are covered with a forest of fine black hairs are wrapped around my waist and his naked body is pressed up to mine from the back. I look down to his manly hands as they rest on my stomach and I brush my thumb across his soft, hairy hand and I admire his simple wedding ring that he wears proudly and never seems to take off, such a sweetie. I look to my wedding ring and I run my eyes over the line of small diamonds that are set in the gold ring and the large diamond that sits in the middle of the three bands, and I think of how happy our wedding day was. My mind drifts of to a memory of when Paul and i came back from our honeymoon and how different but similar it was being married now rather then just being engaged:
"So, Mrs. McCartney, how do you like being married?" Paul asks me in a proper, interviewing voice as i'm cutting up fruit as a snack.
"I love it. Do you like being a married man, Mr. McCartney? Do you like being tied down?" I ask Paul with a small smile as I resist to laugh as Paul sits on the counter next to me stealing the strawberries from the carton and eating them with a grin.
"Oh it's wonderful, and as for being tied down I wouldn't want any other woman to tie me down." he replies with a wink and I chuckle as i'm scooping up the pieces of cut; cantaloupe, apple, grapes and what Paul has left me for strawberries.
"We do not do that!" I complain with a smirk as Paul sports a cheeky grin.
"I remember that one time years ago when we-." Paul starts but I cut him off.
"Okay, but it was just that one time!" I say with a laugh and flushed cheeks. Oh the memories Paul and I have.
"It doesn't have to be a one time thing love, we could always do it again." Paul says with a wink and I snicker while shaking my head.
"Uh no thanks." I say as I rinse the cutting board under the faucet.
"That's fine by me." Paul adds and I nod with a grin and rinse the sharp knife but I accidentally nick my finger in the process and it doesn't wait to bleed.
"Ouch." I mutter as I run the cut under the water and Paul gets off the counter to notice the cut.
"Are you okay, honey?" he asks in a very concerned tone as he takes my finger out from the running water to look at it and it slowly bleeds and he tsk tsks. He opens a drawer to find some good bandages and he gets it out and wraps it snugly around my finger.
"Is that better?" he asks and he looks up to me and I nod with a smile and he kisses my finger and I smile as he does so.
"No bleeding out on me, J, alright?" he says as he wraps his arms around me and I rest my hands on his shoulders and I nod.
"I can't be losing you darling, we just got married. But I don't want to lose you, ever." Paul says while looking deep into my eyes in a serious way.
"It's just a small cut." I state and he nods.
"I know, I just want you to know that." he says and I nod.
"You clumsy girl." he says playfully and I chuckle as he buries his face into my neck and tickles my side and I laugh loudly and he stops.
"Do you want to be tickled too?" I say as we share eye contact.
"I dare you to try." Paul says while wiggling his eyebrows and he darts off and I chase him into the living room and I catch him on the couch and get on top of him and he chuckles loudly.
"I like how it looks from down here." he says looking to my slightly exposed cleavage that's gotten a little bigger since I've became pregnant with his baby that I don't think we could be any more proud of and I roll my eyes but still press my lips to his and kiss my husband who can be a pain sometimes but we have a lot of fun together.
Paul moves from behind me, taking me out of my thoughts and he yawns and snuggles back into my neck and I tickle my fingers along his arm and he giggles and squirms.
"Look whose awake." I say as I turn around to face him as he's just waking up and he opens his eyes to reveal to me his droopy hazels that always get me when he first wakes up, they're irresistible. I comb my fingers through his hair to push his hair out of his stunning eyes as he tries to wake up and I smile at the sight of my sleepy, relaxed husband as his green-brown eyes open to slits and close but then open again and repeat.