Previously:

"Mr. McCartney, phone call for you." The barman called from the far end of the bar. Paul sighed and shook his head, putting his hand up.

"I don't want to talk to anybody." He grumbled.

"But, Mr. McCartney, they insist it's important." The barman narrowed his eyebrows. Paul rolled his eyes and gripped onto the bar again as he stepped down off the stool, making his way to the end of the bar where the phone was placed. He inhaled deeply from his cigarette, almost holding his breath before exhaling.

"What?" He asked bluntly as he took the phone and brought it to his ear, awaiting the voice on the other side.

"Congratulations, Paul. You're a dad."

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Paul's shaky hands dropped the phone, covering his face with his hands as it hit the bar. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard, keeping his face covered.

"For crying out loud, what's happened now?" John asked as he came over to him. Paul stayed quiet and didn't budge, keeping his eyes tightly closed. John rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrists, forcing his hands away from his face.

"I'm a dad." Paul replied bluntly, blinking hard.

"She's had the baby?!" John gasped, widening his eyes.

"Well done, genius." Paul slurred, tumbling off the stool and gripping onto the bar before reaching into his pocket to light yet another cigarette.

"Well, aren't you going to see her?!" John scowled, stepping back as Paul regained his balance.

"Going to see who?" George asked as he walked over to them.

"Daisy has had the baby." John informed him, turning to George.

"Well, I think he needs sobering up a little more before he goes to meet his child for the first time." George raised his eyebrows, glancing over John's shoulder to watch Paul trying to light the wrong end of his cigarette.

"Come on, mate, we need to get you home." John chuckled as he turned to Paul.

"I-I can't go home like this!" Paul exclaimed in a drunken slur, "My dad would kill me, knowing I was going to see my child in this state." He puffed on his cigarette after eventually lighting it.

"Well, you can't come back to mine, Mimi would never let you back!" John narrowed his eyebrows and turned to George.

"What?" George arched a brow.

"How about yours?" John asked.

"We can't go back to mine! Why don't we go to Pete's? Even if Mo does come down and see us, it's not like she hasn't seen him like ghat before." George sighed.

"Do you two wankers want to stop talking about me and start talking /to/ me?" Paul squinted his eyes.

"We're trying to help you here, Macca!" John turned back to face him. "Pete!" He called as he saw him passing in the background.

"What's up?" Pete asked, tilting his head.

"Do you mind if we come back to yours to sober Paul up?" John questioned.

"Why does he need sobering up?" Pete scowled, lifting his bottle of beer to his lips.

"Because..." John widened his eyes, "Our little guitarist is no longer a 'dad to be'.... He's now an actual dad!"

"Paul!" Pete almost choked on his drink, walking over to him and patting him on his shoulder, "Congratulations!"

"Th-Thank you..." Paul swallowed hard, rubbing his fingertips against his forehead.

"Come on, let's get you back to mine, you need to get yourself ready to go meet your baby." Pete grinned. Paul hesitantly nodded and staggered toward the door, someone at either side to make sure he didn't take a tumble as he walked.

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Pete, George and John guided Paul up the stairs and into the Best household, shutting the door behind them.

"I- I'm going for a piss." Paul mumbled as he shook their grip off his arms, walking toward the bathroom.

"Paul, the bathroom is not a place to just sit and chain-smoke instead of growing the balls to go and see your child!" John rolled his eyes.

"Shut up." Paul stuck his middle finger in the air, grumbling as he kicked the bathroom door open, stumbling backward before walking inside.

"Him and his bloody bladder." Pete widened his eyes, walking over to the sink and grabbing a glass, filling it with cold water.

"Did you see how much he had to drink?!" John chuckled, shaking his head.

"Judging from the fact we had to practically carry him into the house and light his cigarettes for him, I'm guessing a lot!" Pete laughed with them.

"I hope he's okay." George frowned, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

"He'll be fine. This is all just obviously very new to him, and his situation with Daisy isn't exactly great." John shrugged.

"He knows we've got his back." Pete smiled.

"I hope he does." George pouted, playfully squinting his eyes as he spoke, "But I'm never bloody babysitting!"

Paul entered the room and arched a brow, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"What's all the laughing about?" He asked, blinking hard.

"Nothing. Sit down and drink this." Pete gestured toward the kitchen table, pulling out a chair and setting down the glass of water on the table.

"Don't you think this is ironic? You guys are all babying me to get me ready to see my baby." Paul sat down, taking a sip from the water.

"Mate, you're going to smash being a dad." Pete grinned, rubbing his shoulder gently.

"Smash? Thats how he ended up in this position in the first place." John chuckled.

"Oh, be quiet." Pete nudged him, letting out a quiet laugh.

"Do you... Think I'm going to be good enough?" Paul looked up at them, narrowing his eyebrows.

"Don't be daft, Paul, you'll shower that kid with more love than anything." George smiled kindly.

"The thing is, I'm not scared of seeing the baby, I'm scared of seeing Daisy." Paul brought the water back to his lips.

"There's nothing anyone can do about that, mate. You both know the situation and you both know you just have to raise this child as well as you can, regardless of your and Daisy's relationship." John shrugged.

"We will. I'll make sure of it." Paul smiled uneasily, taking a few more drinks from the glass.

"We'll be right here for you." Pete smiled back at him.

"Thank you." Paul nodded, setting the glass back down on the table. "Oh, shit! I need to tell my dad." Paul groaned, looking back up at Pete, "Can I use your phone, please, Pete?"

"Sure, mate. It's just over here." Pete pointed toward the phone on the counter. Paul stood up and walked over to it, thanking Pete as he walked passed.

"Was that magic water, Pete?! He can walk now!" George laughed, watching Paul pick up the phone.

"My dad is going to absolutely bollock me for ringing him at this time, I doubt he'll even pick up!" Paul cringed his eyes, placing the phone to his ear. The phone rang several times as Paul drummed his fingertips against the kitchen counter before widening his eyes as he heard the phone pick up on the other side.

"McCartney's, Forthlin Road, hello?" He heard his father's sleepy voice on the end of the line.

"D-Dad, it's me," Paul spoke shakily, rubbing his eyes as he took a deep breath.

"Paul?" Jim responded.

"Unless you have another son that isn't me or Mike!" Paul attempted to joke.

"Paul, what do you want at this ungodly hour?" Jim sighed, unamused.

"D-Daisy has... H-Had the baby." Paul could hardly believe the words were coming out of his mouth.

"Sh-She has?!" Jim gasped from the other end.

"Yes, I'm going to see her." He swallowed hard, drumming his fingertips nervously against the kitchen work top.

"Appreciate every moment you have with your little bundle of joy, son. I'm so excited for you." Jim spoke softly.

"Th-Thanks, dad, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I'll let you know /everything/." Paul lifted his hand, rubbing his fingertips against his forehead.

"Good luck, I can't wait to hear from you!" Paul could almost hear Jim grinning down the phone.

"You'll be the first to know anything. I'll speak to you soon!" Paul smiled.

"Thank you. I love you." Jim spoke softly.

"I love you, too, dad. Goodbye." Paul chewed the inside of his cheek before putting the phone down.

"Alright, you soppy bastard, it's time to go see your baby!" John laughed out his words, shaking his head.

"Shove off." Paul nudged him with his elbow before walking toward the door, gesturing for the others, "Come on!"

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Paul's heart was racing, he could barely catch his breath as he entered the hospital car park. His ex and his baby was inside that building. His baby. Each time he even thought about it he didn't know if he was about to throw up with nerves or have his stomach explode with butterflies with excitement. How would he feel seeing Daisy now holding their baby?

"Are you okay, mate?" Pete asked as they walked toward the entrance of the hospital with him.

"I..." Was all that Paul was able to mumble as his shaky, sweaty hand grasped the door handle.

"Everything's going to be fine." George smiled kindly, tilting his head, "You've always got your boys."

"Exactly." John nodded, "But you can piss off if you think we're babysitting!" He joked.

Paul attempted to laugh as his pale face became visible from the light of inside the hospital shined toward them through the door as he opened it.

"I can't do it." His lip quivered as his grip loosened on the door, making it swing shut again.

"Paul..." John shook his head and reached forward, opening the door again for him. "You can do it, go on."

"N-No... Daisy.. The baby..." Paul swallowed hard, rubbing his palms against his face.

"It's all going to be fine, Paul." George narrowed his eyebrows, reaching forward to rub his shoulder gently as Paul's gaze stayed fixed on the floor.

"Can I help you?" A female voice asked as a woman walked toward the slightly open door.

"I don't think anyone can help him." John rolled his eyes playfully, nudging Paul's side in an attempt to make him laugh.

"Are you here to visit someone? Are you aware you've come to the maternity ward?" The same lady asked.

"D...Daisy Grey." Paul managed to mumble out his words shakily.

"Oh? She's not so long out of labour. May I ask how you are related?" She looked up at Paul.

"I...I'm the father." Paul still couldn't believe the words he was saying.

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up, pointing toward the beds where Daisy was laid. Paul glanced over, feeling his stomach doing even bigger summersaults when hey caught a glimpse of Daisy.

"Go on." George smiled sweetly as Paul looked back at his three band mates. He nodded and said nothing and in return took a deep breath before walking toward the beds, barely even able to feel his jelly legs with each step he took. His eyes immediately went to Daisy, slowly allowing himself to look down at the little bundle wrapped in blankets that she was holding against her chest.

"Hello." Daisy spoke softly, glancing up at Paul as he made his way closer to her.

"Hi..." He swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off them both.

"Sit down." She bit her lip, pointing at the edge of her bed. Paul followed her instructions without any hesitation and perched himself on the bed, chewing his bottom lip, "Here, meet Billy." She smiled, carefully passing the small, soundly sleeping baby from her own arms into Paul's. Paul widened his eyes before instantly feeling them starting to well with tears as soon as he felt the warm but tiny newborn. The baby wriggled slightly, making Paul take a shaky breath, afraid he'd already done something wrong before chewing the inside of his quivering bottom lip once he settled again, nuzzling his cheek into Paul's elbow crease.

"O-Oh my god..." He took a sharp breath, "My boy..." He wiped under his eyes with the back of one of his index fingers, staring down at the baby in absolute awe. "Hello, Billy... This is your daddy. He already loves you, so, so much..." Paul whispered, leaning his head down to gently brush his lips agains the top of his head.

"Isn't he perfect?" Daisy sighed softly as she watched them both, tilting her head.

"He's absolutely beautiful." Paul grinned, looking over at Daisy. "Why 'Billy'?"

"I just... I don't know, me and my parents had a couple of name ideas in our heads and we knew as soon as the baby was born that we'd immediately know which one would fit. Do you like it?" She raised her eyebrows, pulling her bed sheets up a little further.

"I love it... He's so sweet. I can't believe it. I can't believe I'm holding my son. /Our/ son." Paul shook his head, cradling Billy in his arms as he gazed back down at him.

"I never knew it would be possible to love someone so quickly... As soon as I saw his little face, Paul..." Daisy placed her hand over her heart.

"How are you feeling?" Paul asked, looking back over at Daisy.

"I'm just tired." She shrugged, reaching an arm out to gently stroke the baby's forehead with the back of her index finger.

"Congratulations, Paul." Daisy's father said with a kind smile as he walked over to join them, looking down at them both.

"Th-Thank you..." Paul smiled back, looking up at both of Daisy's parents as they walked over to the bed.

"You've managed to help create us such a wonderful grandson." Her mother crinkled her nose, leaning down to gently peck Paul's cheek before her father reached out to shake his hand. Paul carefully placed the baby back in Daisy's arm and shook her father's hand, standing up and hugging him tight, patting his back.

"Thank you so much." Paul spoke uneasily, looking at them both as he pulled back.

"Both me and Daisy's father feel so grateful to have been one of the first people to hold him, but he looks so content in his own father's arms." Daisy's mother smiled softly, her eyes sparkling.

"Thank you.. I can't stop saying it, but thank you." Paul couldn't help but let the grin spread along his face. As he turned to look back at Daisy, his heart started beating even faster than before. That was his little family sat there. His own little family. He walked back to Daisy's side and gently brushed her hair out of her face as he admired her and Billy, lightly brushing his finger against Billy's cheek.

"I'm so happy, Paul." Daisy spoke quietly, gazing up at him. Paul couldn't help but smile in response as he leaned down to gently kiss her forehead before she tilted her head up, making their lips briefly and faintly brush against one another's as Paul whispered,

"I'm so proud of you."