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"Are you really not feeling that well?" he questions after a minute and he strokes my cheek lovingly while I look up at him.

"It's not that bad, it's just bugging me." I answer and he nods his head at my words and then sighs while running his other hand that left my cheek through his hair.

"It should go away in the next hour, I'm sure." he comments.

"Okay." I comment as the dulled conversations from the surrounding customers float over to us and I hear a certain young bird talk about Paul and me, one of those fans who doesn't like the beatles' girlfriends/wives out of pure jealousy.

"Are you kidding me?" I mutter under my breath as I lift my head from his broad shoulder as well as my hand from his leg and I grab the coloring sheet and a crayon from the center of the table designated for children.

"What, darling?" Paul questions softly and his left hand stays on my back while I draw a purple flower in a corner while my chin sits in my palm.

"Nothing." I reply quietly and he grabs a blue crayon and he starts to draw a circle that he adds facial features to it that cause me to grin, he's such a goof sometimes.

"It's okay, try to ignore 'em." he whispers to me after catching on and I nod my head slowly.

I drop the crayon after coloring in the purple petals and the red center and I huff. He kisses my cheek and I turn and he leans in for a heartfelt kiss that doesn't end there, but continues for a minute and I pull away.

"Paul, not here." I state with a soft laugh as his eyes glaze over with want and he goes for it again and I kiss him back.

I move away again when his tongue tries to part my lips and I turn my body back to the table with red cheeks and I grab a different colored crayon from the cup. He kisses my neck and I shove away his wandering hand that was inching up my leg and I lace my fingers with his instead. He places a finger under my chin to move my face to look at him and he of course smiles.

"What, I can't kiss my lovely girlfriend in public?" he questions not with a hurt tone and I open my mouth to comment but he stops my lips with his own for a short second before he makes us part.

He rests his forehead on mine while our eyes are for the other and smiles appear on our lips at the same time and he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear that has a purple earring in it.

"I don't care what people think, Mads. I love you, sweetheart, and I want people all around the world to know that. Nothing they say is ever going to change what I think about you, and us." he states in a soft whisper that only I can hear and I blush again.

"I love you too. You're the sweetest, and the best boyfriend." I remark and he shoots me another of his charming grins before his forehead leaves mine and he grabs the plastic cup full of crayons to find another to draw with me, what kids we are sometimes.

While he draws funny faces and characters and as I somehow fail at even drawing little flowers, I think about something that has crossed my mind more than a few times. He's just a a kid really, like I am sometimes, and I think those kind of people who can be adults as well as kids make the best parents. I know he wants to be a dad one day and have children of his own once he decides to settle down, and I want that too, all of it. The long, sleepless nights with the baby crying and being up every few hours for a feeding or their nappy needing a change. The early mornings with a big cup of coffee as your companion too, and the naughty, but cute, kids filling your ears with laughter as they run around in their pj's with messy hair. I know from Paul's words and the few discussions we've had about having babies one day and a family of our own that he has the desire for that too, but not right now. I couldn't see myself pregnant or nursing a crying baby in a rocking chair with a little one running around with their blanket in hand right now either. It's a nice thought though, but I'm only twenty two and Paul is only twenty three and he's at the peak of his career right now. Plus we haven't even been together for a year. That kind of thought is really far away for us at this point, neither of us are ready, but I'm more than okay with that. I love and appreciate the funny antics we have with each other now, and waking up in his bare arms in the morning before we remember the busy lives we live. Maybe the long nights with a fussy baby and family picnics are for us, or maybe the man I end up marrying and having babies with isn't Paul and he's somebody else, and maybe the woman Paul finds to be The One isn't me and is some other bird who he'll marry and make a family with.

"Darling?" Paul's voice brings me out of my in depth thoughts and I tear my eyes away from the half colored paper to him and he nods his head towards the drinks that the waitress who had just brought now walks away.

"Oh, sorry." I reply and I grab my plastic glass to take a sip from and his eyes don't leave me.

"Is everything alright?" he questions, concerned.

I look to him and nod my head with a little smile and he nods his head at me.

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure." he remarks and I kiss his cheek before returning to the long piece of paper we both draw on with our left hands.

My spare right hand moves to his thigh that is easily touching mine and his right hand goes to sit on top of my hand that took a spot on his leg. He squeezes my hand gently and then returns his attention to the little doodles we draw as we wait for our meals to arrive so we can fill our empty, rumbling stomachs.

"My chance to renew my lease comes up in October." I state as we sip at our drinks and I glance to him while he looks across the room for a second then back to me.

"Oh, the past year sure has gone by quick. You're going to renew it, yeah?" he asks and a little concern comes into his face before I answer.

"I dunno, do you want me to?" I question with a grin and he drops the crayon he was previously drawing with.

"Yeah, of course I do, dear," he replies and he takes a short pause. "George and I's chance is coming up around the same time too. I know that he's already going to decline since he wants to get his own place with Pattie, and with that big house wouldn't it be too much for just us?"

I shrug my shoulders without an answer and I sense that he's going to say more about it.

"I was thinking that perhaps we could find another place for us, and I've been kind of looking a tad, and there's this nice three story house over by the studios that a physician owns. It needs a lot of renovating, but it's nothing I couldn't afford. It's got a backyard for Graham, a fire place, a nice kitchen and there's a nice park a short walk away," he proposes slowly. "Do you wanna get it together, love? You know, move in together even though we already live together. But it'd be ours, darling, instead of you renting out the extra room at the house now. Yeah?" he concludes with an expectant look on his face and he takes my left hand with his right one as our others sit on our separate thighs.

"Do you think that's the best decision at this point in our relationship? We haven't even been dating a year, Paul." I comment and I see his face fall a smudge at my words, but he seems to have a thought.

"It's been a wonderful eight months, Mads, and to be honest I can only seeing us going forward in this relationship. We're serious about it, and I know it's kind of soon, but perhaps this will turn into something one day or soon down the road, I dunno. Plus we would probably still be living at the house we live in now until a few months into next year, because of the renovations the house will need. Our ultimate decision doesn't need to be made right now, because i haven't seen it in person and neither have you, so we'd have to do that so we're sure," he rambles a bit. "If you're not ready or if you don't want to get the house together, then that's alright. I'll understand." he finishes and I don't need any more time to think about it and I smile at him before nodding. I wonder what he meant by this, us, possibly turning into something soon down the road though, hmm.

"Lets do it, lets get a house together." I answer and his nervous smile grows large and he hugs me and I hug him back before he moves away to kiss me, we seem to be doing a lot of kissing today but I don't mind at all.

"I love you, Madison Shepherds." he addresses me after the peck ends and we smile at each other.

"I love you, Paul McCartney." I comment and our plates of food arrive for us and we move the paper for coloring to dig into our meals that we've been waiting for.

"How is it? I hope it's as delicious as it looks." Paul questions while chewing a bite of pancakes while his plate of food is already half gone as is mine.

"It's fantastic. They never disappoint here." I reply and he grins.

"Good, and I agree with you." he remarks and he sneaks over for a bite of my French toast and after he stuffs that in his mouth i steal the last bite of one of his sausages.

"Mm, you're right, those are delicious." he states after swallowing with a content smile and we both go back to eating our brunches and sharing our food with the other.

"I'm full." I conclude after finishing one last bite of my French toast and he kisses my hair after drinking the last of his coffee.

"Mm, so am I. That was so good, we should come here more often," he comments as my head is on his shoulder. "Is your headache gone, lovely?"

I bring my eyes up to him and he caresses my cheek for a second and I nod my head.

"Great. I told you it would. I am awfully smart, don't you agree?" he questions with an amused grin and I smile.

"Yeah, you are." I reply and he winks at me before digging out his wallet from his back pocket to pay for our meals and we make our way to the door with our now full bellies and I hear a voice from behind us.

"Excuse me, sir?" a young girl probably only six stands beside us with a shy look while holding a pink book and a pen in her hand.

Paul smiles and kneels down in front of her and I follow him to do the same and her mum walks over to stand behind her.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Paul replies with a happy look and the little girl doesn't reply.

"She's just shy. My daughter saw you a minute ago and wanted to get your autograph. We're sorry to disturb you, it's just that she's your favorite." her kind mother answers for her red headed daughter and I smile at the lass who musters one back.

"Oh of course, I'd love to." Paul replies and the lass nervously hands him her book that he accepts with a grin.

"What's your name, love?" he questions.

"Mandy." her small voice answers and Paul nods to himself.

"What a pretty name you have, Mandy. Here you are, love. I hope you have a good rest of your day." Paul remarks while signing her book and I see him draw one of his cartoon faces with a smile under his signature as well as the note above: 'For Mandy, Paul McCartney xxx'.

"Thank you, sir." the polite youngster responds with this bright smile after taking it back from his waiting hand.

"You're welcome, Mandy, and you can call me Paul."

"Thanks, Paul." she corrects herself still with that glad smile that is so big and genuine, he just made her the happiest lass in the whole world.

"Don't mention it, Mandy. It was nice to meet you and your mother. I hope you enjoy your brunch." Paul remarks and we both stand up while holding hands and I notice the mother grinning too.

"What's your name?" Mandy asks me.

"My name is Madison."

"That's pretty." she compliments and I smile, she's such a sweetie.

"Thanks, love. It was nice to meet you."

"You too." she replies with more confidence I notice and her mother thanks us both before they went back to their booth and we left for our car in the parking lot.