All My Loving ~ Beatles Oneshots (Requests: OPEN)

I Picnic You ♡ Paul ♡

☙ ( 607 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈) ❧.

Paul lays a soft, gingham blanket on the fresh, green grass. He lays down on the warm fabric as he folds his arms under his head, closing his eyes, blissfully.

I sit down beside him and playfully slam the picnic basket on his chest. He groans with a sweet smile. One eye flutters open ever so slightly. I can tell he hopes I won't notice. I do.

"Well, Sir Paul McCartney? What's got you so smiley?" I ask wearing my best stern expression.

"Why, you, My Lady!" He laughs as he pulls me down on the blanket next to him. He presses a sweet kiss to my forehead as he wraps his arms around me.

"You see that cloud right there?" He asks as he points to a big, fluffy cloud in the blue sky above us.

"Yeah." I answer.

"What do you think it looks like? I think it looks like a baby." He looks over to me.

"You just have babies on your mind don't you, Paul? Maybe a case of baby fever?" I laugh.

"No. Not until you're ready." He smiles. He looks a little wounded.

"But you didn't answer my question." He continues.

"Mmm...I think it looks like a puppy." I reply.

"You must have puppies on the mind!" Paul jokes.

"I can't deny it. They're just so fluffy, and cuddly, and cute." I gush, burying my face in his chest.

"And easier to take care of than a baby?" Paul says slowly inching closer.

"Much easier than a baby." I say. I start to get tired of talking about starting a family right now.

"I'm starved. Let's eat!" Paul says cheerfully as he gently removes my head from his chest so he can sit up. He pulls a sandwich from the wicker picnic basket.

I stay in my position for a moment as I soak up the warm rays from the sun. I let my eyes slowly flicker shut. My mind drifts into thought. Thoughts about books, music, even cheese. My mind wanders endlessly to every random thought possible. Until it lands on thoughts of Paul. And a baby. How a baby wouldn't be so bad. A little baby in my arms. One that loves me endlessly. One that I love endlessly back. When I think about it that way it doesn't sound so scary. I'd like to have a child one day. I've always known that. But one now? Could I overcome my fears? Will it be too late when I do? My mind flashes to a picture. A picture of Paul standing there, cradling a baby in his arms. I feel my heart drop. My heart is telling me that that's what I want. My brain reminds of all the work raising a child is. My heart tells me that it's what I need. My brain tells me to wait until I'm absolutely sure. My heart knows I am.

"Paul?" I say opening my eyes.

"Yes, my love?" Paul says before taking a bite out of a juicy, red strawberry.

I take a deep breathe "I'm ready!"

"For lunch?" He asks.

"For a baby." I say

"Really?" He beams.

"Yes."

"You changed your mind!?"

"Yes!" I laugh.

"Alright! Let's make a baby then!" He says as he climbs on top of me and kissing me on the neck.

"Not right now! Not in the park! I haven't even eaten my lunch yet." I giggle, lightly pushing him off of me.

"Tonight?" He asks

"You're eager aren't you? Don't worry. I won't change my mind." I laugh.

"I love you." Paul says kissing my passionately.

"I love you too, Paul."
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