The last imagine was so sad, here's something a little more lighthearted :)

Paul Imagine:

For at least a week, you were feeling different. Sick, in fact. Paul was beginning to worry for you; it had gotten to the point of you sitting in the bathroom to empty your stomach. He had no idea what was going on with you, but you had a sneaking suspicion as to what it could be.

"Baby, you need to see a doctor," he told you softly one night in the bedroom. "I'm worried about you... I don't want you to be sick."

"I booked an appointment tomorrow morning," you assured him. "Please don't be worried, love. I'm sure everything's alright."

"I hope so," Paul said quietly, pulling you into his arms and burying his face into your hair.

You understood his worry. When he was fourteen, he lost his beautiful mother to cancer. For so long, the loss had eaten him up. He couldn't bear to lose anyone else that he held dear to his heart, especially you. You were the most important person in his life, as you had been married for two years.

You didn't believe you were sick, however. At first, the thought had crossed your mind. But that day, you realized something after you checked your calendar.

You were late.

***

Paul was distracted all day at the studio. He couldn't stop thinking about you and what could possibly be wrong with you. The whole day, his heart was racing a mile a minute, his head pounding with several reasons as to why you had been sick these past few days.

The distractions had gotten to the point where Brian had told him to take the rest of the day off. Nobody was upset with him - they understood why he was so on edge. But still, Paul felt guilty for delaying the recording session for his own personal reasons.

Nonetheless, he drove back home, the journey back feeling like an eternity when in reality, it was only about ten minutes. Soon, he arrived at the driveway and placed the car in park.

Once inside, Paul glanced around the hall and headed towards the bedroom. The lights were on in the conjoined bathroom.

"Y/N?" Paul called, knocking on the closed door. "You alright in there?"

"I'm fine!" you called. "I'll be out in a second. What're you doing home so early?"

"Oh," he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "I was... a little too distracted today. Eppy told me to go home early."

The bathroom door opened, and out you cane with your hands clutched behind your back. "Were you worried?" you asked. When Paul shrugged, you smiled brightly. "There was absolutely nothing to be worried about, dear. I'm perfectly fine."

"You are?" Paul said, relief washing over him. "Thank god... But then, what happened?"

"Oh Paul," you chuckled warmly. "You really can't figure it out?" When he only offered you a perplexed look, you brought your hands out, revealing what you had been hiding behind your back.

Paul stared in shock.

It was a pregnancy test.

And it was positive.

"No way," he gasped, a smile slowly curling upon his lips. "No way! We're having a baby?"

"We're having a baby!" you cried, throwing your arms around him.

Paul held your waist tightly, lifting you up off your feet and spinning you in a circle.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you too, Paul..."

***

"JAMES PAUL MCCARTNEY, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Paul flinched as you squeezed his hand with all your might, the contractions twisting within you painfully. Sweat creased your forehead, your hair becoming frizzy and you entire body arched in unimaginable agony. Nine months seemed to have gone by strangely quickly...

"It'll be over soon, love, I promise," Paul assured you gently.

"You should be the one to do this!" you gritted out. "You did this to me, you bastard! Why the hell am I paying the price?"

"I'd take your place if I could."

Your doctor entered the room, a bright smile lighting up his face. "Mrs. McCartney, it's been five hours," he said. "Let's see how far along we are. How're the contractions?"

You glared at the doctor's head as he checked you over. "Oh, wonderful!" you said sarcastically, your eyes brimming in pain. "I think my uterus is about to explode! How the fuck do you think I'm doing?"

The doctor peered up at you in front of your legs, a small smile playing at his lips. "Ten centimetres," he declared. "Y/N, it's time to start pushing."

"It's time, love!" Paul said eagerly, one arm around your tense shoulders. "You can do this. It's time to see our baby."

Squeezing Paul's already bruised hand ever so tighter (how he never complained, you'll never know), you pushed as hard as you could, concentrating with every last particle in your being. Pain immediately shot through you like a bullet.

"GODDAMN IT PAUL, WE ARE NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN!" you shrieked. Faintly, you heard the doctor chortle as Paul's shoulders slumped.

"The baby's crowning!" the doctor yelled over your screams. "Just a little bit more, Y/N!"

"THIS BABY BETTER BE REAL FREAKING CUTE!" you shouted.

"With our genes, they'll be absolutely gorgeous," Paul grinned.

After a few more painful pushes with the encouragement of your husband, a baby's cry suddenly rung throughout the room. You gasped for breath as the pain slowly subsided into soreness, but you barely paid any mind to it. In front of you laying in the doctor's arms was the smallest little baby you have ever seen, squelching and crying, eyes screwed shut.

"It's a girl," the doctor grinned.

Once the little girl was washed and wrapped up in a bundle of pink blankets, she was soon cradled in your arms, staring up at you and Paul with her large doe eyes.

"Paul, she has your eyes," you whispered.

"Maybe so, but she looks exactly like you," Paul smiled softly.

"God... what a beauty," you sobbed quietly but with a shaky smile. "I told you... I told you we'd have a girl."

Paul glanced over at you. "Thank you," he murmured, kissing the side of your head. "For giving me your love and our girl."

"You know what we have to name her, right?" you smiled with an arched brow.

"Aye, of course," he grinned.

As you carefully handed the child to Paul, he stared down at her in wonder and absolute admiration and love, his heart overflowing with pure joy.

"Hello Mary."