Paul.Last part

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I strum my guitar trying to find the right notes for my song I frustratedly groan putting down my guitar

all I can think about is Y/n we were together since we were 15 six years we were together for she left a little under a year ago she told me that she was annoyed about me going to all the band gigs

I never really believed that though she loved the band I mean she was in the band she loved how I enjoyed it and it made her happy that I was doing something I loved I use to make songs for her and she loved it when I sung them to her

I miss her

I hear a loud knock on the door I walk over to the door opening it and there she was
Her y/h/c hair curled just sitting under her shoulders a little light blue dress fitting perfectly around her curves and her heels the same shade of blue

"Y/n"
"Hey Paul"I notice a small yellow pram behind her
"What are u doing here?"I ask containing my excitement

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I left I just couldn't bring myself to tell you!"She hugs me I instantly hug her back
"Tell me what?"She pulls away she walks over to the front of the pram

"I haven't thought of a name yet because I wanted to let you name her but this is your daughter"she picks up a small baby bringing her over to me

I look at the little baby in her arms her tiny amount of hair a dark brown colour a little mole on her right side of her neck and a few smaller ones on her face a mix's of me and Y/n in her face but a little more Y/n

"She's beautiful"I whisperer
"You can hold her"I look at Y/n with teary eyes I nod she carefully hands me her I run my finger along her cheek
"I was never mad about you and the band I just...."I look at Y/n

"I just didn't want to face the fear that you won't what her"
"Of course I want her Y/n especially with you I couldn't want anything more than to have a family with the woman I love with all my heart"She laughs crying
"How old is she?"

"About three weeks old"I nod
"You can stay here we can be together again we can be a happy family like what we always wanted I could get a part time job at the bar and you can stay at home looking after her and I'll come home and we can get our little girl to love music like we do I want to be part of her life and I want to be with you....please stay"She nods

"I love you Y/n so so much"She leans forward and gives me a sweet kiss we both look down at our daughter
"Tora"She looks up at me
"That's your mum's name"I nod kissing her forehead

"Tora it is"I smile carefully handing her Tora
"Let's go inside I'll get the pram"she nods walking into the house I pick up the pram bring it into the house

"Daddy can you sing the song again? Pwease"I pull the cover over my five year old daughter up to her shoulders
"It's time for you to go to sleep now Tora"She does the puppy eyes puckering out her bottom lip I sigh
"Fine,one last time but you promise to go straight to sleep"she nods quickly I chuckle

"Alright then
Ooh, well I got a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin' she's the queen
We love to dance on a Saturday night
All alone where I can hold her tight
But she lives on the twentieth floor uptown
The elevator's broken down
So I'll walk one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight, more
Up on the twelfth I'm startin' to drag
Fifteenth floor I'm a-ready to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock"i whisperer sing

I kiss her forehead I go to turn the lamp off but Tora Stops me
"Pwease leave it on"I nod walking towards the door
"Goodnight,sweet dreams"
"Night night Daddy"I close the door leaving a small gap I walk into mine and
Y/n's bedroom I see her taking off her make up that she wore for our anniversary dinner early today

she's sitting at her vanity table looking into the small mirror I lean in the door looking at her

god she's beautiful

"Honey,you're staring again"I walk up behind her putting my arms around her waist resting my chin on her shoulder

"I love you Love"I kiss her cheek she smiles
"I love you too"

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