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Baby, its cold outside. Pt. 2 (P.M)

• A Part 2 To the previous chapter, "Baby, it's cold outside. Pt. 1"
•  3rd Person POV, December 25th, 1964.
• CW: Language

You're about to go back into the house, as you feel a cold lump of white snow hit your face. Immediately, you know what's going down. You see Paul laughing from behind a nearby tree, as you see balls of snow on the ground in front of him. You know what must be done.

You start gathering as much snow as you can to make a few good sized snow balls, as he keeps chucking them at you.

"Truce Paul, Truce! I still need to make some!" You yell, and he laughs.

When you get a decent sized snow-ball mountain, you tell him the truce is off, and the games have begin! You both hit each other multiple times, ducking behind trees, behind the house, blocking them with sticks, anything your mind comes up with. At the end of it, both of your arms are tired, your faces are cold, and you're both a giggling, laughing mess. Before you go in the house, Paul runs up behind you, and puts Ice down your hoodie and you yelp from the sudden chill down your spine. Paul laughs and you give him a slight punch on the arm.

By now, it was definitely time to start getting ready for the party John was hosting. You took a quick shower, making sure to wash your hair and body thoroughly. When you got out and dried off, you put on a cute, clean outfit, matching the Christmas theme of the party. Which was red, green, blue, and maybe some yellow in the outfit too.

You feel bad for Paul driving everywhere today, so you offer to drive, which he lets you do, because he knows you like to drive. When you arrive, you see a few of yours and Paul's friends enter the club, which was rented out for the Christmas party.

You and Paul head in, and start talking to a few of your own friends, and head over to the bar to talk. However, You notice that a few girls were hitting on Paul. This was normal, and you shouldn't be upset, because at this time Paul was a heartthrob for many girls, especially during Beatles-Mania. But you notice that Paul wasn't having any of it. He kept trying to change the subject, and came across as very cold. You were honestly surprised, you knew he was loyal, but to choose you out of anyone else he could have, because he could basically have anyone he wanted, he chose you. You smiled warmly to yourself and went back to chatting with your mates. After a while, you and Paul meet Ringo, John, and George in a corner.

"This your little lover then?" John asked.

"Why yes, they are, and they're the best lover I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." He smiles and Looks down at you, as you smile back at him.

"Aw, what a couple of love birds!" Ringo adds, holding a cup of some type of alcohol.

"Ringo where's the bar? I've been lookin' for it everywhere, I could use a drink." George asks. Ringo points him in a direction, and he takes off that way.

After a while, the mood relaxes, and some love songs start to play on the juke box, and couples start making their way over to the dance floor. You walk over to Paul, who's wearing a red tuxedo, partnered with a red tie, and a white dress shirt underneath. He takes your hand and walks over to the dance floor. The song that's playing is Elvis Presley's "Can't Help Falling in Love." Generic, right? But yet still so good. You and Paul away back and forth, as he twirls you around, holding you and smiling lovingly the whole time. Once the song finishes, he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you deeply, while you wrap your arms around his neck.

You break the kiss, and a few other love songs come on, but you don't really pay attention to what they are, because of the amazing feeling of knowing that you got THE Paul McCartney as your husband, and you couldn't ask for anything more.

After a few more love songs, the music started to turn to more Rock N Roll Songs. You and Paul danced to classics like "Hound Dog", "Rock N Roll Music", and "JailHouse Rock" to name a few.

Once the party is over, you and Paul share a few cigarettes outside of the club, because you didn't want the car to smell like smoke. Once you're done, you head home, tired and ready to crash.

Since he notices how tired you look, Paul Carries you into the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom.

"Hey Y/N, would you care for one more dance with me?" He asked, putting on a record.

"Well, I guess one more dance before bed couldn't do any harm." You replied, and got up out of bed to join him in singing "Baby it's cold outside." You sway and dance around, as your voices ring in the air. You twirl and dance all around the room, with Paul picking you up and spinning you. It's like you were in a Christmas Musical, or something of the sort.

You both get dressed into your pajamas, get into bed, and cuddle, just enjoying this moment.

"Paul?" You said into the darkness of the room.

"Yes, honey?"  He questioned.

"I love you, thank you for making today so special." As you say that, he kissed you on the cheek.

"I love you too darling, and of course. What kind of man would I be if I didn't take care of you, huh?" He laughed, and you both sighed contently.

You hear "Goodnight Paul." And "Goodnight Y/N." Be muttered at the same time, into the black of night, while you both calmly and peacefully fall asleep, in each others arms, being protected from the cold winter, by cuddling with each other.