In My Life I Love You More

Chapter Forty

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Josephina's POV

Waving goodbye, I closed the front door, and surveyed the entrance way. Grayson had just been out down for a nap, the house was clean, and for once I had an entire day to myself with absolutely nothing to do, which was becoming common since we lost the bakery.

   Checking my watch, I clicked my tongue at the time: 2:00. John would either be working still in the studio or asleep in bed. Deciding bothering him either way wasn't worth it, I instead made my way to my bedroom and connecting bathroom, taking the time to fill the tub, adding a lavender scented bubble bath mix and some candles.

  Not even ten minutes into my soak, the doorbell rang. Groaning, I grabbed a towel, drying off somewhat, and wrapped my robe around me, hurrying as the doorbell continued to ring and knocking began.

  "Hold on please." I stumbled on a stair, cursing slightly, if they woke up Grayson......, "hold on please!"

  Ripping the door open, I frowned, opening my mouth to scold whoever insisted on annoyingly ring my doorbell, only for the words to get caught in my mouth at the bearded man before me.

  "P-Paul?" I blinked, I hadn't seen Paul in months, John hardly mentioned him anymore and when he did, it was usually to complain about something or another that Paul was doing.

  "Josie." His gaze dropped lower and I followed it, blushing when I realized my robe was much to revealing for a man who wasn't my husband.

  Tucking it closer together, I cleared my throat, continuing with my train of thought, "Paul, what-what're you doing here?" I shook my head and he sighed.

    "I can't fight this anymore Jo," he stepped closer and I took some steps back, watching as he closed the door behind him.

  "What're you talking about Paul? Why're you in California? Is Linda here with you?" I swallowed as he pinned me between the couch and himself.

  "I tried Jo, I tried to listen to what you said, but the heart wants what it wants. And my heart wants you." His for hazel green eyes  stared into mine, hope, tiredness and dare I even say love?

"Paul, I told you at the hospital. I can't. I'm married. You're married. Linda's pregnant, I have a son...... I won't break up a marriage." I shook my head, though my body betrayed me as Paul cupped my cheek in his large hand, melting into his touch.

  "John's never been faithful to women. Not to Cynthia, Yoko or even you," flinched at those words, moving to pull away, but Paul nudged me so I sat on the arm of the couch, preventing me from leaving, "If I had met you first, I would have been so good to you Jo. I would have treated you like you deserve."

  "Paul....." I trailed off as one of his hands moved to my waist, gripping it firmly while he leaned in, pressing his singer's lips to mine.

  I resisted, upon  instinct at first, but my body was a hormonal mess from nursing. With John being gone for a few weeks already, my body ached with desire and I gave into my primal instincts.

  I forgot about John that afternoon, I forgot about Linda, my family, the Beatles, the KKK, the press, everything. Everything except for the man who made such sweet unforgettable love to me in my guest bedroom.

While Paul slept, the baby monitor alerted me that Grayson had woken from his nap. Wrapping myself in my discharged robe, I made my way down the hall to the nursery, smiling as I was greeted with Grayson peaking out at me through the bars.