Love isn't bad.

Chapter 28

Both Paul and John were remaining miserable. John's time was here. The day of releasing. Thank god. John left the black and old looking jail cell and out the door with a middle finger up in the air. He didn't like jail and wasn't going to do anything to go back. He ran and ran. So fast that it would only take him a few minutes to run a 5 minute drive. He kept running. He needed Paul. Paul would be 20 weeks pregnant now. So he definitely needed him. About 5 minutes later, he arrived at the front door of their flat. He knocked and banged to Paul to let him in. "Paul!" "Paul!" Paul was sound asleep on the couch. John bang harder. "MACCA!" With that, Paul was awake. With hearing the nickname John have him when they first met. Paul got up in a hurry and scratched his head. He opened the door to see John standing there with red knuckles. John was so shocked. Paul's hair was messy. He looked like he hadn't slept in over a decade. He smelt bad too. In general, he looked like a zombie. "What's going on, Paul? Is everything okay? I'm so sorry I hadn't been able to-" Paul caught John off. "You don't need to explain. But I've been miserable without, John. It's been hell here. Especially with mike and-" John found his chance to stop Paul back. "What about Mike? What's going on?? Is everything okay?" Paul shook his head. "It's not, John. I yelled at him. Cussed... I feel so bad but we hadn't talked since which was a few days ago. John. You're the one that holds us all together. And you've been gone. It's been so awful." John looked around himself. "What the hell am I still doing out here anyways." He walked in and looked around. "Oh my goodness, Macca." He was completely disgusted with what he saw. I mean, John was always messy but not as close as to what he was doing. Not nearly as close. There were empty bags of chips lying around and dirty clothes everywhere. There were opened cans all over the place. There were flies in a corner surrounding leftover food on a plate that was rotted. The flat's living room was a dump. "Paul. What the hell." Paul looked down. "I told you. Without you, I'm nothing." John knew that was true but Paul's pregnancy had been helping out also. He knew that Paul's physical actions were changed completely. No more running or getting up and doing things like he used to. He knew it was definitely a big pregnancy since Paul used to be the cleanest person John knew. Now, it's the opposite. He just couldn't wait until Paul had the baby. "Lye down Paul. I will clean. You need rest. You look awful. No offense baby. You are still beautiful but with a hint of a zombie look." Paul did as told. John cleaned and cleaned until there was nothing left seen as dirty. It was an hour and a half and Paul was sound asleep on the couch once again. John cooked Paul some food. "Paul!" John shook Paul. He woke up to the sight of a plate of food. "Oh thank you, Johnny! It looks so-" "whoa." He looked around the living room and it was beautifully clean. He smiled and looked up at John. "Thank you so much. Paul sat the plate of food down beside of him and brung John closer to him. He wrapped his arms around John's neck. "Thank you so much, Johnny. I love you!" He kissed John passionately. John cut off the kiss 30 seconds later so Paul could eat. Plus John wasn't wanting to take Paul's breath anymore. He had to clean Paul up after he finished eating. ~one hour later~ Paul was finished eating and watching the rest of a show he was getting into. John had a bubble bath set with towels lying on the toilet. "Macca!" "Yes John?" John sat silent for a second. "Come here!" Paul didn't want to get up but he would do anything for John. He pushed himself up off of the couch and walked towards John's voice. Paul found the bathroom and looked inside to see John placed next to the bathtub. Paul then turned back around and tried to run. But his luck, John got up quickly and grabbed him. He pushed Paul up against the wall and trapped him. "You aren't going anywhere." John leaned in whispering into Paul's lips like he was going to kiss them afterwards. But he never did. Paul went to kiss John but John pulled away on purpose. To tease him. "No kissing or more than that until you get a bath. You smell funky, Macca." Paul crossed arms and walked towards the bath, getting in. John walked over to him and cleaned Paul. He washed his hair and his body. He kissed Paul occasionally during the process to reward him for his obedience. Finally Paul was ready to get out. But before that, John needed to say something. "Paul." Paul looked up from staring at the bubbles. "Yes John?" "You are so fucking beautiful. I'm so sorry I was gone. It was hell in that jail cell just as much it was here for you. I promise. I love you and I will always protect you. Always. No man will ever land his hand on you. You're mine. You belong to me." Paul blushed, looking down at the bubbles again. "Thank you, John." He smiled. With that, he got up out of the bathtub and put a towel around his baby bump. John pulled the towel back off and kneeled down on his knees. Paul was confused. "What are you doing, John?" John didn't say a word. "He placed his hands on Paul's bump and kissed it gently. "I want you to know I will do anything and everything to protect you both."