AN: Apologies for not updating sooner. I hope ya like this part and some reviews would be nice, please?

After we got our share of sun for the day we brought Graham inside and found ourselves with some extra time that we used to get ready, and of course to veg out. We didn't go to the extreme that we did last night since we chose to be more casual, and actually we just decided to stay in what we're in. Paul told me that he had to run by the store to pick something up and so I retreated to the upstairs bathroom to look over my appearance quick while Graham laid on the rug.

"Hey, buddy. Whatcha doing?" I talk to the dog as his sad face sits on his stretched out arms and I sit on the rug and scratch his head.

"You're such a good dog, you know that, Graham?" I speak to him and I kiss his fluffy head before bringing him downstairs with me to give the behaving dog a well deserved treat.

"Good boy." I tell him as I scratch his floppy ears while he devours the biscuit.

I sigh and stand back up to lean against the island just when Paul enters the front door with something suspiciously behind his back. I smile while I have a confused look on my face as he makes his way down the hall into the kitchen and then he reveals a vase of a pink roses.

"Happy birthday, my sweetheart." Paul states as he holds the glass vase and then he sets it on the island and I dash over to him to hug him.

"They're gorgeous, thank you." I speak against his neck while our arms are snugly around the other and he kisses the crown of my head.

I pull away before he replies and then I open my mouth to add on.

"Really thank you. You're so good to me."

"I'd do anything for you, Mads. Anything at all." he remarks seriously and I kiss his cheek and then we exchange smiles before the shrill sound of the phone ringing travels down the hall into the kitchen.

"I'll go get it. It might be the realtor who I spoke to early about us getting a chance to see that house in St. John's Wood." Paul volunteers and he kisses my temple before leaving my arms and I walk over with a smug smile to the flowers.

My smile doesn't attempt to fade as I admire the light pink roses that have darker pink at the petals' edges. I notice a red envelope to be attached with my name scrawled on it and I remove it to take the mini card out that reads as so:

My loveliest Madison,

Happy birthday, darling! So far today has been wonderful with you, and I hope you're enjoying it just as much as I am. I'm sorry that our day may have been boring in spots, I apologize for that. Hopefully tonight with the lads and their girls will be a fab time. Lets hope we won't be left with a hangover in the morning, again. I hope you love these flowers like I love to see your smile that always warms me up. I love you, Madison. I know I've told you that about a hundred times now since the first time, but I mean it so much more than the first time I told you. I hope you have a marvelous birthday, I can't wait to spend the rest of it with you.

Love,

Your Paul xoxox ❤

Paul reappears in the room just as I was placing the pink card with a flower on the front back into the envelope.

"He said that we can go look at it it tomorrow, yeah?" Paul informs me and I nod my head in agreement, I'm excited about this house and the whole idea about it. It's a big step for us, but we're ready and it just seems right.

He grins and slowly walks over to me to embrace me in his arms and I hug him back as everything is quiet. I appreciate the soft silence while in his safe, providing arms and I close my eyes as my head is on his shoulder and he rests his cheek on my head.

"Madison Nicole. Ah your middle name is pretty." Paul comments and I smirk against his soft shirt.

"Thanks. It's my grandmothers name, I was really close to her." I reply to his sentence.

"James Paul. Now I don't get why or how you got called Paul." I return while he continues to hold me in those strong arms of his.

"Mike's real name is Peter Michael. I honestly don't know how it came about." he mutters with a light laugh and I smile to myself at being content in his arms while we stand in the warm kitchen me in a short sleeved dress barefoot and him in jeans and long t shirt and without shoes as well.

"Would you find it weird if I magically started calling you James?" I query in a theoretical way and he giggles.

"Why, are you going to?"

"No, it'd be much too weird for me." I answer and I raise my head to look into his hazel eyes with mine and he strokes my cheek for a second before his arm returns to my waist.

"Paul, you're my Paul." I remark softly and he nods his head in seemingly agreement.

"And you're Mads, my lovely Madison." he returns and I nod my head, just like he did. I'm his and he's mine. I feel a twinge of pride at that and having that, he is a wonderful man.

"Are you having a good day, darling? Be honest, please." he questions as we stand in the same place in the kitchen near the island.

"Yes. I'm having a wonderful day, thanks to you." I admit truthfully and a smug grin comes onto those perfect lips of his.

"I'm happy to hear that. I want you to be having the best birthday possible." he remarks and I shoot him a smile since I don't know what to say to that and then I get an idea for a response.

"I don't think it could be going any better, to be honest. And for the record it has not been boring, it's the truth. I hardly ever get bored when it's just you and me doing something together, whatever it is, and today has been so much fun." I compliment him and his ideas and his content smile grows proud and he kisses me.

I kiss him back and he glances down to his brown watch on his right wrist and he glances back up to me.

"Well, love, I reckon it's about time we get going." he declares and i nod my head in understanding.

"Alrighty, lets go then." I reply and he takes my hand and one of us puts Graham into his kennel and then we get our sandals and shades on before leaving for the car to have dinner for my birthday, I'm looking forward to seeing everybody and having a fab time.


"That was the best chocolate cake I've ever had in my whole entire life." I exclaim as we enter his dark bedroom and he undoes his belt buckle and strips his jeans off.

"Ah I know, so was that sundae with those sweet cherries. We'll have to go there again soon, darling." he replies and I change into a big t shirt of his and then I slip under his blankets and he follows after removing his shirt.

"I'd like to again, but it is kind of expensive. You don't always have to pay, you know." I comment and he slides into bed next to me and lets the blankets fall back over his bare torso.

"About the paying thing you were definitely not going to tonight, and Mads, I really don't mind paying for our food when we go out to eat. I don't, honest." he remarks and I sigh and he caresses my cheek while his eyes bore into mine, oh those eyes.

"I can pay for myself too, you don't always have to, honey." I insist and he huffs and his hand stops to cup my cheek.

"Fine, darling, if you say so. But I'm still paying eight out of the ten times." he relents and I giggle as he grins.

"You know I'm no good at math." I state and he laughs.

"Well neither am I, so I guess we're both doomed." he concludes before leaning in to kiss me and my hands shoot to his neck and his hands go to my waist before we both pull away from lack of energy.

"How about we call it a night, yeah?" he suggests while he rubs his sleepy eyes and i nod my head and I drag the covers up further and he shuts off the lamp behind him.

"Goodnight, Madison darling. Happy birthday again." he bids before blindly kissing my forehead and he wraps an arm around me when I lay my head on his chest.

"Night, Paul. Thanks so much for today, it was the greatest birthday in a long time," I reply and I take a pause to yawn. "I love you, honey."

"I love you too, sweetie." he responds with a yawn and I softly laugh before I close my eyes from the pitch black darkness to fall into a comfortable slumber.

During the next months up until the next year Paul and I spent a lot of time with each other of course as we're inseparable, which is no surprise, and we worked on things as a couple that needed some attention. We fought, disagreed, argued, kissed, hugged, cuddled, shared laughs, as well as smiles, made plenty of memories, made love of course, joked around, came to love each more and so many other things I couldn't count on my two hands that's for sure. Graham grew bigger and kind of lazier. George moved out once their lease came up for renewal, and Paul and I started the process with the new house. When we first went to see the house over in St. John's Wood it wasn't in the best shape, but I reckon we both saw its potential and after papers were signed we started the extensive process of remodeling it. Over time it began to take shape. Back at the house we began to go through the things we have, pack what we didn't use at the moment and as the time for us to move out from this house and move in to the next one got closet we got started on packing. Soon, rooms grew empty and then as the pile of boxes got stacked, the rooms started to become empty, it was almost sad. It surely was a lot of work, but luckily we have some trusty movers to help, as well our real movers; George, Ringo and John. They were a lot of help to Paul and I.


Now it's March of 1966. Paul and I celebrated our one year anniversary in the fall, it's gone by incredibly quick, and Graham turned one fairly recently. He's no longer that cute little puppy we brought home and who fit on our lap. I walk over into the sitting room not far from the front door and I kneel down to let my eyes run over the pile of cardboard boxes with labels on their sides. After finding one with my name I dig it out and I open it to find my clothes.

"Watch out, darling. George and I have your dresser here." Paul states when I turn around with the weighty box in my arms and I follow a good distance behind them on the wooden stairs.

They carefully set it down against the back wall of our bedroom next to Paul's own dresser a darker color of brown and they stand up straight again, what troopers they are. I stuff my hands in my plain jeans after setting the box next to others of ours and I glance around the room that is starting to fill out. The toughest job was the large bed Paul and I picked out at a furniture store weeks ago that sits a few feet away from me as I stand in the tall doorway. It looks a bit ridiculous with the white mattress on it, but things are still progressing, and this is tough work undoubtedly. A wooden chair with a red cushion sits in front of the bare window next to the closet on the same wall that the bed is against. Paul runs his hand through his shaggy hair and he stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets while him and George talk about something. The movers we hired have done most of the work, but now we're all just getting the last things in before a big snowstorm is set to hit us in the next hours. I let out a tired sigh and I move to lean against the doorway. I smile to myself as I look over to Paul who's in jeans and a shirt under his sweater that I can tell is bugging him since he keeps loosening the collar. I'm really looking forward to tonight when the sheets are on our bed and we'll finally get to sleep in our new house for the first time, and talk too. The past few days that we've slowly been moving in have been hectic, tiresome, frustrating and stressful. Paul and I have barely gotten any time to talk to each other except for at night when we go to sleep in our own bed, especially today since we've been the most busiest. I just want to get settled in, get everything unpacked, take a hot bath, and cuddle with Paul. As if he somehow knew I was thinking of him he looks to me with his sharp hazels and he flashes me a small smile that I return. He nods at whatever George says and then holds up a finger and walks over to me, kind of to my surprise.

"Hey, sweetheart." he greets me and he moves in for a kiss and then wraps his warm arms around me, I've missed the confines of his arms.

"How are you?" I mumble into his sweater while he holds me close.

"Tired, but I'm getting through it, we're almost done. How's my Mads?" he replies and his fingers stroke my hair, I hear George's footsteps pass us and then fade away.

"I'm tired too. I want this all to be over, we've barely gotten any time together and it's just stressful." I confess and his lips touch my soft hair in a peck.

"Ah, honey, I'm sorry. We only have to bring in a few more boxes, that recliner and the I reckon we'll be done. It's okay, I'm right here." he soothes while slowly running his hand up and down my back, he always can find a way to calm me down, one of the many things I love about him.

AN: Did ya like the time jump? I'd love to hear what you're thinking about this part!