Love Me Do

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This is pretty long, but i'm the author and i can do whatever the hell i want. This is the second last chapter and i'm gettin' the feels, so bear with me.

Kaylee's POV

His finger tilted my chin up wards so that I was gazing into his gentle, dark eyes.

"I always knew we'd get this far," He muttered, his breath tickling my neck.

"Did you?" I muttered back, blinking. "I'm scared of height's, you know. I thought that would have stopped us."

We were standing at the top of the Eiffel tower, everything and everyone below us, as though they knew we wanted to be alone. The setting sun bounced off the golden ring on my left hand and John rubbed his thumb over the cold metal.

His eyes crinkled and he scrunched up his nose, like every single time he laughed. It was my favourite expression of his; he really meant it every time he laughed like that.

"I wasn't referring to that," He replied, letting go of my chin and grabbing my waist instead. "I meant - I always knew we'd be together. I really couldn't imagine myself being with anyone else, even when we weren't together yet. When I met you, it just clicked. I could see us in a house, not even talking, but just being there together. I hope you realise what you mean to me."

My tongue was caught between my teeth, and I couldn't think of anything that even came close to what he'd just said.

John was a lot better with words than me, but I knew I had to try.

"Nothing could ever come close to describing how much I love you, John," I mumbled, resting my head down on his shoulder. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, and I knew I was saying the right things. "You- You're one of the only good things to have happened in my life. You and Jasper.. Without you, I wouldn't have made it to today."

Suddenly, as though I'd ignited something inside of John, he pulled away from me and neared the edges of the tower overlooking the City of Romance.

"I - love - Kaylee - Lennon!"

The words rang out over the tops of buildings and houses, and I felt heat rushing to my cheeks.

John turned back to me, but this time, he placed a hand on my back and the other on my waist before dipping me low and kissing me like he never meant to let me go.

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I wasn't short of tears, and even though it had been two days, it still hurt waking up without John by my side.

I knew John would be leaving for tour one day, and I'd be all alone, but I always thought I'd have Jasper with.

I missed his laugh, his cute, baby humour, and most of all, the way he looked just like his father.

But now, though, he was with his Auntie Pattie, who was missing her own man just as much, but at least she had the company of someone else; my baby.

John had left only a day after our honey-moon in Paris, where he'd shouted about his love for me at the top of the Eiffel tower.

Every time I thought about it, a blush never failed to creep to my cheeks, and my heart beat faster than I thought humanly possible.

I sat up in bed, trying hard not to whimper at the sight of John's side all made up, and kicked off the sheets.

I had been doing my best to stay positive, but it was hard. John always had jokes to crack, pranks to pull and songs to sing, so when it was just me, I always retreated to his journal to read his funny stories and play Beatle albums in the kitchen just to hear his singing.

I had no idea how I was going to hold on for six months.

Throwing on a blue summer dress to lighten my mood, I tied a ribbon in my hair and made plans to at least spend some time outside.

Pattie had told me I was free to come over and see my son, but every time I did, I had to force myself to leave after a few minutes, because I knew that if I stayed too long, I would end up crying and pleading with Pattie to let him bring him home.

"Maybe some tea.." I mumbled, trudging from my room and into the kitchen.

I switched on the kettle and knelt against the bench, listening to the sound of the mail-mans bike whizz down the street, stopping occasionally to deliver mail to anyone who had actually got sent any.

His wheels stopped at mine.

Mail. I have mail!

Forgetting about the kettle, I dashed down the hallway and to the creamy front door, squealing at the sight of a rolled up newspaper and a single, yellow envelope with the un-mistakable handwriting of my husband.

I kicked aside the daily mail and instead, snatched the envelope, darting back to the kitchen.

The kettle was now screaming at me, but I couldn't hear it over the sound of my pounding heart.

I ripped open letter and grinned as two bits of folded paper spilled out.

One for Jasper, and one for me, with writing on both sides.

Timidly, I picked up Jaspers and unfolded it, before giggling at what it said:

To my little baby boy, Jasper.

Daddy isn't here right now, and I guess you have already noticed that, but I just want you to know that I love you so much and you mean everything to me, you little human.

Keep your mother safe, alright?

Love, daddy xxxxx

I folded the sheet carefully and felt tears prick behind my eyes, and braced myself.

If that letter got me close to tears, then I'll be a mess by the time I've finished mine.

Deciding against it, I got up from my chair, gripping the paper John had sent me, and went to grab my cup from the bench.

I took a sip, stared at the letter in my hand, took a deep breath, then read.

To my dearest wife,

I love you. I love you so so so so so so so so much it's making me crazy. I miss you so so so so much I can't even think straight.

The boys keep making fun of me because I've been sleeping with one of your gloves that I packed instead of mine, and I guess you could say that explains how much I'm missing you.

Kaylee, I can't even begin to explain what I felt when I first met you, but believe me, it doesn't make sense why you even chose me back.

You mean the absolute world to me, and I really don't know what I'd do if you weren't here with me - Maybe I'd be mad! Hahah!

You're the most amazing girl in the world, and we've made the most amazing boy in the world.

You're my everything, Kaylee Lennon, and I don't ever want to lose you.

I miss your eyes and your touch and your words and your lips and your fingers and your laugh and your cooking (gosh, Paul is so shit) and your thoughts and the way you always seem to end up laying half on top of me when the rest of the bed is free, and sleeping in a bus just doesn't feel right.

I wrote a song for you, but I'm seriouy embarrassed by it. It's called 'Eight Days A Week' and it's on our next album *a drawing of a smiley face*

I'll be home before you know it baby, and I'm counting down the days.

It scares me how much I love you, Kaylee Lennon, and trust me, a world without you is a world I would never want to live in. XxxxxxxxXXXXxx

I placed the letter to my lips and stared at the floor, letting the tears find their way down my cheeks.

What would I do without him?

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One more chapter!!!! (split into two)