A/N: Hey I haven't updated in forever! I don't know if anyone is still reading this story, but I still have lots to post! I am definitely going to get better about updating more often, I promise!

P.S. This chapter really sucks, I wrote it in like five minutes, review it if you feel like it though! It means the world to me.


Paul's P.O.V.

He woke in the morning to a little girl sleeping atop his chest, he sat up slightly groggily shaking his head—that was the first time he'd actually slept peacefully in a while. Lillian woke up as well groggily rubbing her tired eyes as she sat up looking right at him. He had to grin at her sleepy disposition,

"Good morning, love." She merely sighed and crawled to the other side of the bed shoving her head underneath a pillow and quickly fell back to sleep. He chuckled lightly at her attitude raising an eyebrow, he rolled over picking up the pillow and pulled her back to his chest. "Good morning." He greeted. She sleepily opened one eye and patted his cheek before closing it again.

He chuckled openly at her tired attitude and got out of bed nearly tripping over Martha whilst he pulled Lillian along cuddling her close before having a walk downstairs. He quickly got their day started having a go at the teapot and managed to find a loaf of bread which was a surprise for there wasn't really ever food in the home. Paul managed to brown slices whilst Lillian sat on the counter watching him in action.

He readied it all dropping a slice for the insistent Martha before getting everything situated at the table along with the five year old who clearly was no morning person. He ate almost immediately whereas Lillian's attention was immediately diverted outside,

"I'm going t' go play." She asserted at once her eyes widening at the prospect of snow. He pointed to the toast.

"Brekky first." She glanced back not at all interested slowly sliding off her seat. Her head disappeared under the table and he choked back a laugh trying to be authoritative. "Lily, love, I'm not kidding." The last he heard was little knees crawling across the tile before she reappeared and readied to make a sprint past him. He busted up laughing and caught her at once, she wiggled desperately looking like a manic for the snow but he sat her in his lap making her at least have half the slice before letting her loose. He helped put on her snow attire, bundling her up so tight it was a wonder to how she could move—he then sent her on her way out the back letting her have a go, Martha tagged along as well.

He watched for a long while; she was tireless playing with the dog, eating snow, making snowballs; a cute thing really.

But then the heads started peering over the wall. It bothered him somewhat that people at the gates tried talking to Lily. Most of the time she shied away, he didn't bloody blame her. She was merely trying to go on as normally as anyone else. He didn't like that in the least bit. He'd gotten a better gate recently; a rather large improvement from his last, more secure, and a hell of a lot bigger. He made a note to watch her out the window. Right now she seemed just fine throwing snowballs for Martha to chase. He went to go sit at the piano. That was when he heard the kitchen door slam, he quickly got up walking downstairs to find her standing there watching out the window. Apparently a few birds had gotten in the neighboring yard again. He frowned, she didn't know he was in the room. He quietly just watched. She waited for a while, then cautiously opened the door again checking. He wondered why she didn't come to him to tell him what was the matter. He then figured that she was still trying to figure it out for herself. Hell, she was only five, she didn't understand the extent of celebrity.

When she did step outside, she had Martha right alongside her. They both stood on the step for a moment before going back. When they did so all seemed clear. Once again he saw a few heads peek over the fence. She ignored them. Then he saw their mouths moving, Lily just waited a moment and then turned around walking back inside. When she did, she noticed him, barely glancing up and mumbling 'It's cold'. She took a seat peeling off her gloves and hat whilst unzippering her coat and letting Martha help tug off her boots. Her next attempt was to take snow pants off. She left this all by the door still not looking at him and trailed off to find something else to occupy her time. He frowned leaning out the door way,

"You couldn't leave her alone for ten minutes? She's five!" At that the girls shrieked and giggled, he was pissed to no end, this was far from their crushes, after all she was just a little girl, "Get lost, the neighbors or I'll call the police. " The girls giggled hightailing it out of the neighbors' yard. He frowned, he was going to have to be more observant of that, he didn't really know what kind of people were out there; and what irked him was that he knew most of them were not nice. He picked up her sopping wet and frigid outerwear tossing most of it in the dryer, he figured it best, she'd probably want to go out to play in the snow when people weren't there. Paul meandered through the house after that looking about for her. he finally spotted her in the far sitting room he rarely if ever used. She was sitting looking out the window; her face was emotionless really, he knew she was trying to get a look into the yard to see if the girls were still there, she couldn't quite figure out why they hung around; it was a bit complex for a five year old to understand who he was.

She finally shook her head patting Martha and turned around; she stopped noticing him for a moment, she just looked him up and down with a forced movement of her eyebrows and walked out past him with a hand on the dogs head. He just watched her, her next stop was far down the hallway. He figured it best to leave her alone for a bit; she still wasn't terribly happy, nor was she yet totally comfortable here, he knew it'd take a few hours for her to warm up to this... again.

He spent his time generally pissing about, he played at the piano some, fixed a few things, went through mail, listened vaguely to the telly. He occasionally peeked in on Lillian. She spent her time playing with the dog, staring off into space, making an effort to play with toys that she didn't really have all that much enthusiasm for... he understood that she didn't like playing alone, she usually had William glued to her side, hell, she even played with Holly. So she stayed silent. It hit him pretty hard that there were only himself and the girl in this big house. It used to not feel lonely, hell, when he first bought it, it seemed full... now it seemed like a big empty space full of; what if's and what should've beens. The little girl didn't like being alone; she'd gone from Rachael's house having a mum and two other children m to coming here where it was just him and a dog. She didn't even complain anymore, not that she really had. She just accepted it as reality; her mum and dad weren't together, so she had to live to separate lives. He trailed in with a smile, "Hey, love, what're you doing?" She was staring off into space, she just glanced over at him with a blank expression,

"Nothing." She said solemnly. He cringed slightly,

"D'you want t' play with me?" She shook her head slightly, just watching him. He decided to play it off, "Awh, why not, darling?" She just shrugged and plainly stated,

"Don't want to." He just stood there with his hands in his pockets. She stared off into space once again. He tried a different approach,

"Are you hungry?" She shook her head, "Tired?" Once again came the shake of her head ,"Feeling alright?" She nodded, "Cold?" She shook her head, "Oh." He merely bit the inside of his cheek. He just scanned her over. Her long dark hair was hanging past her shoulder and she was wearing a simple pair of little jeans along with a red shirt. So he took a seat in a chair a bit closer to her, she didn't say much, still seated on the carpet next to the dog staring at the wall. He just frowned, she didn't look happy in the least bit. "What're you looking at?" She merely answered,

"A wall." Simple answer was really all it was. He got up off the chair and walked over having a seat next to her. They sat together for a bit. He just watched down at her out of the corner of his eye. Then he nudged her lightly. There wasn't a response. Eventually he quietly asked,

"What're we going to do?" She just shrugged. He frowned picking her up to place on his lap. Martha looked quite jealous but didn't make an action about it. He held her tightly for a bit, pulling her head against his chest and keeping still. Eventually she relaxed enough to sit comfortably and play with his hands.

He made rash decision at once, "Do you want to come play at the piano with me?" She nodded. So they went.

The next two days went by much too fast. They stayed in the entire time merely playing whatever she wanted and keeping quiet. He'd never really been more relaxed, she was such an easy little thing to be with.

But there were times when it got a bit difficult. She wasn't big on eating, mealtimes were a bit of a hassle. Bed time was rough as well. She was used to having Rachael there every night; and he had to somehow fill that space, which was no easy feat. Most nights she'd go to bed crying because she missed Rachael, William and Holly so much—needless to say it killed him. But somehow it went on.

But then came the time to switch her back to Rachael.


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