Jessica POV :||

"Hey, Marcia." says I.

"Oh. Hello, Jessica."

I take a deep breath and spill my feelings, "I really don't know what to do anymore. What if he goes and cheats on me again? I don't want to marry him, really. I just..."

"You don't want to marry Paul? Jessica, he was pretty much death on legs when you left him. If you leave him again, who fucking knows?" Marcia replies.

"Marcia, I know Paul. He cheats all the time. He could have eighteen girlfriends for all I know! My daughter can't have a father like that. My daughter can't grow up, seeing me cry. She can't grow up knowing her Daddy was a cheater."

"Is this all about Mary now?"

"It's about both of us."

"Oh. Well, I'm home with John now. I really missed him, and I just..."

"Hey, you missed your husband, I understand. Johns a good guy. Well, sometimes he is. My man is a dirty rotten cheater."

"Hey, John cheated on me in Hamburg!"

"That was Hamburg. Trust me, he's dead without you. And I'm not going to say you keep him in tack. You pretty much give him life. You're his everything. He'd do anything for you. Trust me, I watched the interview on YouTube. In fact, it should be on TV right now..."

"YouTube?"

"It's a future thing."

"Good Luck, Jessica."

"To you as well."

Then, we both hung up.

"Jessica! I'm home!"

I sigh, and walk downstairs to see Paul with roses, champagne, chocolates, and candles. I blush, and walk downstairs. "Who's that for?" I ask.

Paul smirks, "Stay down here. It's a surprise."

"Where's Mary?" I ask.

"Oh, Maureen and Ringo are looking after her for the night. Maureen was a squealing mess when I got there with her. She was so excited! And that girl has some lungs, let me tell you." Paul rambled as he went to our bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Paul was dragging me upstairs. We entered the bathroom, and tears sprang into my eyes.

Rose petals spelled out J+P.

"Pauly." I say. Jazz played in the background, and Paul started undressing. "What are you doing?" I gasp. Paul pulls my shirt a little, and nods towards the tub.

Candles where lit around the tub, and the champagne awaited us. "Oh, I see how it is." I smirk, taking off my shirt. "Help me with my bra?" I ask.

I've missed this man so much.

Written By Chandler.