A/N: Alright, sorry I took so long for me to update, my laptop charger was busted, and I had to order a new one! Oh, and sorry this chapter kind of sucks, they get better okay?

Rachael's P.O.V.

I picked at my nails for a moment, not really knowing what to think. Maybe getting everything out in the open would be a good thing.

"So?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I let out a sigh,

"Alright. When?" He shrugged,

"We could start right now." I nodded, he looked thoughtful for a moment,

"So we were together in October of '62 for like 3 weeks… and then you left." He ran a hand through his hair, "Where did ya go?" I swallowed and began my story,

"Well, remember how I was supposed to meet you at the club for your gig?' He nodded,

"You didn't show up. I nearly went mad. John told me to knock it off, and that you probably were still getting ready." I nodded,

"Well, I found out I was pregnant, and left." He sighed avoiding my eyes,

"Why?" he muttered, this was going to be harder than we had both thought.

"I know you're probably not going to agree, but a baby would've been a distraction." He shrugged,

"We could've made it work." he said quietly. I shook my head,

"What happened, happened. I cant change that I left." We were silent for a moment,

"Rach, I had people out looking for you." I raised an eyebrow an he continued, "I went nuts. You didn't tell anyone where you had gone, I nearly had Eppy call the police." My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I hadn't known that. He sighed, and repeated what I had just said,

"What happened, happened, we cant change that." I nodded. He went on to tell me what had gone on with the rest of the tour. We had moved the discussion on the floor, sitting next to each other with our backs propped up against pillows.

"And so then Lily was born?" He asked grinning, I nodded.

"It was literally right before I was supposed to go home to Chicago. I was with Tessa and it happened. So I stayed here for about a week then went back." He chuckled.

"Did it hurt?" He had a cheeky grin on and he was staring straight at me,

"Do you want the truth?" I asked with a smirk, he nodded,

"Honestly, it felt like shitting a knife." He busted out laughing and made a disgusted face,"Rach, that's nasty." he managed to choke out through laughter. I shrugged,

"You asked!" After we had quieted down, he looked me over,

"Do you think I can see her birth certificate?" He asked. I nodded and pointed up to a box on a shelf on the opposite end of the room. He got up grabbing the box and returned sitting Indian style before it. He began pulling the documents, pictures, and Lily's old baby things out. He managed to grab the birth certificate at the bottom of the box and looked it over. Paul stared at it for a while then slowly looked up at me,

"You put my name down?" He questioned softly. I nodded. He glanced back down at it blinking fiercely, I could tell that he was trying not to get emotional.

"Thanks." He said. I gave him a half smile, After a bit he put the things down, and returned them to the shelf. He sat back down as I glanced up at the clock, it was nearly 2 in the morning. I yawned a little, his eyes were starting to droop as well. I flicked the T.V. on and grabbed a blanket from behind me,

"You're staying tonight?" I asked glancing over at him. He nodded,

"If that's alright with you." I nodded. He settled back down onto his pillow and finally fell asleep. The pair of us had managed to get through '62 and '63, we still had a long way to go.

I awoke to Paul pulling the blanket from me chuckling. I pulled back,

"Give it, 'm cold." He mumbled. I stuck my foot out and tried to rip it away. He rolled over and tugged it as hard as he could. I held on tight and wrapped myself up in it, he started laughing again, "Rach, 'm cold, please?" He pleaded. I shook my head with my eyes still closed.

Paul's P.O.V.

He watched her and chuckled, still half asleep, a thought then struck him.

"Rach." He touched her shoulder and shook her a little,

"What?" She mumbled.

"I forgot to feed Martha." She opened one sleepy eye and surveyed him.

"What time is it?" He glanced up at the clock abpve the telly,

"Only 3." She groaned plopping her face back in the pillow.

"G- shd- mm-" She mumbled he chuckled,

"What?" She turned her face and glanced over at him,

"Go feed her." He sighed, he didn't want to leave, but he knew had to. He stood up and rubbed his eyes,

"What are you doing tomorrow err- today?" He noted the time.

"Nothing, why?"

"Come to the studio with me." She shook her head,

"I've got three kids to take care of."

"Bring them." She shook her head,

"Holly's not going to be happy with the noise." He thought about it for a moment,

"Drop her off at Nan's and bring Lily and Will with you." She closed her eyes again,

"Why?" He shrugged remembering how often each George, Ritch, and John had asked about the kids and Rachael.

"The lads want you too, they keep giving me mickey about it. Besides, it'll only be for a little while. We can go get dinner after, and go on with the talk." She finally nodded,

"Kay. Give Martha love for me." He chuckled,

"More love for the dog, than for me?" She laughed,

"She's way cuter." He sighed,

"I'll pick you up in the afternoon then, yeah?"

"Yeah. Don't forget to lock the gates." Paul made his way out the door feeling a huge weight being lifted off of his shoulders. That was the first time in nearly a month and a half that they had had a discussion without it ending in a shouting match. Maybe things were starting to go his way.