Fight For Love

Part 11

The sound of someone singing and a guitar-strumming caused you to wake up from your nap on the couch slowly. You raised your head from the pillow finding Paul sitting on one of the patio chairs playing an acoustic guitar. You threw the blanket on the back of the couch and headed outside to check on the singer. You leaned against the door, watching him with his eyes closed, singing the soft melody as his fingers danced across the fretboard.
You are just a child, All is yet to be
Growing all the while, Knowing when you leave
I Will Be There, want to be there
Only blood will run so deep, Seal the promise I will keep
I Will Be There, Anywhere
Like a father to his son, I can swear to only one
Time moves quickly as the years go by, All these moments slip away
When I'm gone, and life will carry on, You will know someway
I Will Be There
"Wow, is that for a new album? That's really beautiful, babe," You said, moving toward his chair.
Paul shot his head up from the guitar and smiled at you sadly. You felt your heart sink, knowing that the trip over to his ex's house did not go smoothly at all. He held his arms open for you to come and sit next to him, making you smile. You walked to him and attempted to take the spot next to the singer but were stopped as Paul grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, kissing your neck quickly and laid his head on your shoulder. The two of you stayed silent for a few moments as Paul ran his fingers up and down your arm and ran your fingers through his hair.
"How are you feeling? How's our little one?" Paul asked, lifting his head up.
"We are fine. Did you get a chance to talk to Pam, or did she put you through the wringer?" You asked.
Paul sighed and looked up at you for a few seconds before he pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, the simple touch making you shiver slightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, and pulled back, kissing him softly on the lips. The singer pulled back and cleared his throat, adjusting you on his lap slightly.
"That night before you sped off in the car, you asked why I had not returned any of your phone calls. Do you remember?" Paul asked
You nodded your head and felt your stomach drop as Eric's words came back to you. By looking on the singer's face, something awful had happened that Paul was not proud of, something that you had caused. You grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze for him to continue the story. Paul ran a hand down his face slowly and bit his lip, trying to find the right words.
"I never got those messages that you left on the house phone. I had a fight with Gene at the studio and came back here, got stupid drunk, and passed out. Well, Eric and Gene came to look for me, and while I was talking to Eric in the darkroom, my bassist was in the house deleting those messages. When I put two and two together, I knocked him flat on his ass. Still, of course, when he told Shannon and Pam, he left a lot of those details out of the story, painting me to be this overly sensitive psycho." The guitarist said.
"That guy really doesn't like me, but wait, why were you in the darkroom?" You asked
"That's a story for another time. I don't want you under too much stress right now. My fight with Gene is not your fault, Y/N, I can already see the gears turning and you trying to blame yourself. What he did was way over the line." The singer replied.
"If you say so," You replied, moving to get off his lap.
Paul grabbed your hand and pulled you back down to his lap, grinning as you shook your head at him. He brushed his thumbs down the side of your face to your neck, the two of you gazing at each other for a few moments until you looked away, feeling self-conscious. The singer grabbed your chin, pulling your face back to him, and kissed you softly at first, causing you to gasp slightly at the slight contact before you kissed him back firmly. The two of you shared small, passionate kisses for a moment until Paul pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.
"You know what I think will make me feel better, well would make us both," Paul started.
"I don't know if I'm up for that.." You began to cut him off as he put his finger to your mouth.
"Wow, Y/N, get your mind out of the gutter. I was going to say ice cream and shopping," he replied
" I just figured because of the kissing, you wanted that, but ice cream does sound pretty good right now," you replied, standing up and walking into the house.
"Well, I'm not sex-crazed, but don't get me wrong, I definitely want to. You're my beautiful woman and that pregnancy glow you have. I was thinking about what you said about us going out on dates and getting to know more about the real us," Paul said as he grabbed his keys.
"Lead the way, Mr. Stanley" you grinned.
"You start with that though, sweetheart, Ill throw you over my shoulder, take you straight to that bedroom, and fuck you senseless. " He said, pulling you tightly against him.
You pulled away from him and shook your head, shocked by the guitarist's blunt statement. Paul cocked his head to the side and grinned at you, making your knees weak, before taking your hand and leading you to the car. Paul held open the car door for you and kissed you as you sat down. You grabbed his shirt as he pulled away, causing him to look at you confused.
"Promise me you won't drive like a mad man, please?" You asked.
"I promise, I will be a safe driver. Now you promise that if you get tired, you will tell me," Paul replied.
"Deal," You replied.
The singer shut the car door and moved over to the driver's seat. The two of you grabbed your sunglasses, and you turned on the radio, turning it to the classic rock station. Paul looked over at you and grinned as Led Zeppelin's Ramble on began to play.
"So ice cream or shopping first?" He asked as he pulled out from the driveway.
"Surprise me," You replied, nodding your head to the music.
"That's a dangerous statement, but your wish is my command, sweetheart," Paul replied.