AN: Hi, everybody! I'm sorry about not updating sooner, you know how time can get away from ya. Anyways here's a new chapter that I hope you enjoy! Thanks again for still reading this story, I hope you're enjoying it. I'd love to hear your thoughts so don't be afraid to leave a review!

I nod into his neck and I feel him press his cheek against my head and I exhale a held in sigh into his chest, then John's voice enters our little world we're in.

"Uh Paul, we just brought in those two chairs and the last few boxes. We still need to bring in that cabinet and the recliner." he informs and the feeling of his cheek against my hair disappears.

"Ta, and alright I'll be down in a second." he replies and John's thudding footsteps start and then drown out.

I lift my head to see Paul's eyes on mine and he strokes my cheek with his thumb and then kisses me briefly.

"Try and find something relaxing to do, yeah?" he proposes and I force a little smile, it's eight o'clock, we haven't had dinner and I just want to sleep.

"Okay." I reply and he sends me a smile before giving my hand a quick squeeze and departing to downstairs where I hear sounds coming from, what a day it's been.

I followed to downstairs after a minute to find myself in the kitchen while the three lads spoke together, and so I found our new tea kettle that I filled with water to let it heat on the new stove. I grabbed four tea cups that sit on the counter since they were just taken out of the package. Once the kettle is ready I filled the four cups and I walked towards the living room to tell the lads.

"There's hot tea in here if you any of want a cup." I announce and they all look in my direction and pile into the kitchen after George, and Paul winked at me as he walked in.

After another hour of the three guys going in and out of the house and a small dinner one of them picked up for all of us, they finally headed off to their houses to leave Paul and I to our new one.

"Hey, love." Paul greets me when he walks into our rather plain bedroom that holds a few more things since the last time I was in here.

"Hi." I reply and I turn at my stance in front of my dresser to see him walk to me and he wraps me up in a hug once he gets to me.

"It's look like we're all done, except for getting our things unpacked. How are you feeling?" he states while we hold the other.

"That's great, and I'm alright. I'm definitely ready for bed though, how about you?" I respond and I hear the padding of Graham's feet on the wooden floor of the hallway before he enters our room and lays down in his bed near the door.

"Yeah, it's about time we finished. I am too." he concludes and we pull away from each other to change into warm pajamas before slipping into our new, large bed that I had just put our new bed set on.

"Graham, do you wanna sleep with us, lad?" Paul asks the dog after we get comfortable in bed and he leaps up to lay at our feet.

I snuggle up to Paul and he drapes the covers over us before letting his hands settle on my back, and we both breathe a sigh of relief at having this day be over and the next one right around the corner.

"Sweet dreams, Mads." Paul bids after he turns off the lamp on our bedside table.

"Night, Paul. I love you." I comment and he kisses my hair softly.

"I love you too, darling." his words are the last thing I hear that night before I drift off into a calm sleep.


The following morning when I awoke it was quiet and peaceful, so drastic from the scene of our house yesterday and the days before. I lift my head from Paul's t shirted chest to find him still asleep with his chest rising and falling with each breath he inhales and exhales and sleepy Graham who snoozes still at the end of our big bed. I like calling it 'our's'; our bed, our bedside table, our kitchen, our bedroom, our house. Back at the old house we had separate rooms even though we slept together in mostly his bed a lot, but now we share everything, and I admit I like it and the sound of it.

I lay my head back on Paul's chest until he himself came out of sleep sometime later while I laid there thinking and trying to fall back asleep. He stretches with a yawn and then his arms come back to me and I glance up to his sleepy hazels that sit on me.

"Hi, sleepyhead." I greet him and he smiles at me which show off his round, clean shaven cheeks.

"Morning, dear." he replies and I comb his messy hair back away from his eyes and I yawn too.

"How'd you sleep?" he questions.

"Great, how about you?"

"Wonderfully, I really like this bed." he comments and I nod my head with a smile.

"So do I." I respond and his hand moves to my cheek for a second and he pokes my nose which I grin at.

"Lets go have a nice brekky at a restaurant, yeah?" he suggests and I nod my head, it's nice sometimes to not have to make your own food.

We went back to that one restaurant that we visited on my birthday, the one who serves their delicious breakfast all day. Then we returned home and started to unpack our clothes, our new plates and silverware as well as other things on our day off. We've both been dreading the boring part of unpacking, but hopefully we'll get it over and done with quickly so our new house won't look so bland and empty. We started with our clothes that we piled into the drawers of our dressers, then the ones that go in our shared closet. Next the towels for the bathroom, and then after another break of ours with cups of hot chocolate we got plates, silverware, bowls, and all of that jazz unpacked and stashed away in the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen.

Paul was hanging up a nice picture that we found at a store while I was in the kitchen folding dish towels and washcloths to place in a drawer when the phone began to ring in the living room. I saw Paul get it and I finished folding a checkered towel to add to the rest that fill the drawer and Paul's deep voice floats into the kitchen as he talks to whomever.

"I was thinking about it the other day, to be honest, and I was surprised when my brother Mike brought it up the last time I spoke to him on the phone. But I dunno, John, 'cause we just got moved in and-." his soft voice is faint to me and I turn on the faucet to rinse out our dirty dishes and to also drown out his voice, I don't want to be listening in.

"Yeah yeah, I have brought it up to her a few times, but I don't think it's the right time. But hey, what do you think I should do? I reckon I'll take some advice from you, just don't give me crap advice, John." Paul again speaks with a soft laugh at the end of his sentence and I shut off the tap after finishing with rinsing the dishes and I grab the towel from the counter to dry them. I wonder what they could be talking about, hmm.

I heard Graham whining at the front door so I put the dish down and walked over to the front to get my jacket on and bring the little fella outside. I noticed that I accidentally grabbed Paul's jacket since ours look so similar, and I pull it around me to keep my warm from the blistering cold as Graham enjoys jumping around in the new four inches of snow the storm brought us last night. I feel a pack of ciggies in the jacket pocket, and since we always share I take one from the half empty pack and I find his lighter to to light the tip. I take a drag and blow out the smoke to mix with the winter air that I wish would go away, England has such long, dreary winters that I get sick of it all so easily. I'm all about the sun. I turn when the squeak of the front door opens and Paul steps out with a grin pulling at his lips.

"Eh, there's me jacket, and are those my smokes too?" he states with a playful smirk that could never be taken seriously and I giggle with a smile as he walks over in an old coat of his and he drapes an arm around my waist.

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd mind." I comment and his hazel eyes flit to Graham briefly who is undoubtedly enjoying the English snow.

"Ah, you know I don't, love." he replies seriously and I take one last puff from the dwindling cigarette to hand it to him and he takes a pull from it as the thick smoke fills his cheeks.

"Ta." he thanks me after exhaling the cloud of smoke and I nod my head with a small smile and he steals a peck on my cheek.

"What'd you and John have to talk about?" I turn to him and ask curiously with my cheeks that flushed.

"Oh not a whole lot, to be honest. He just asked how unpacking has been going and how we're settling in, you know? He reckons we need to have a big party with all our friends and a table full of liquor to celebrate the moving. I dunno about that though, it'd get out of hand quick. Plus I don't want to mess it up with the neighbors so early, or have a run in with the bobbies." he answers and I simply nod my head while he sucks on his ciggie.

"It'd be fun to have maybe the lads over, their girls and maybe a few others for drinks and food." I state and he looks to me after his irises had wandered across the yard to Graham who stands by the gate and now makes his way back towards us.

Graham sits down at our feet and whines to be let in so Paul takes one last puff from his cigarette to only toss it into the snowy yard that is nothing but snow, summer please come back.

"Alright, come on." Paul speaks to the pet and he opens the door for us both and our pup runs inside and dashes into the living room.

Once he gets onto the carpet he lays down and moves about in an amusing way to get the itches the dog can't scratch, ah our silly puppy.

"Darling, what do you wanna do for dinner tonight?" Paul bellows to me from the kitchen where he traveled too and I follow after him to find him digging in the fridge, we had only just eaten lunch not even two hours ago. Men sure do eat a lot, I can tell you that from living with one for over a year.

"Well now that we have that nice crock pot my mum bought us, maybe we can finally try it out," I suggest and he shuts the fridge's white door and he turns around to show me his jeans and t long t shirt he wears as his outfit. "What sounds good to you?" I finish and he comes over to me and I sit up on the counter without bumping my head against the cabinets and he stands right in between my legs that I wrap around his middle.

"Hmm, how about potato soup? I think that sounds yummy and it isn't something we've had before, and plus didn't you just get that awesome recipe from Cyn?" he suggests and I nod my head with a smile, good thinking.

"Yeah, lets have that for dinner then. It takes about five hours to cook, but we could always let it sit and finish unpacking while then. I'll have to run to the grocery store, but when I come back will you help me make it?" I inquire and he gives me a nod of the head before leaning in for a kiss, I'm glad to have everything be close to normal now.