It’s the mid-1970s. Paul McCartney is fully immersed in his life as a husband and father. After The Beatles disbanded, he’s found peace and joy in his family life on a farm in Scotland, away from the media frenzy of the past. The couple's children—Mary and Heather—bring life to their home, with laughter and the occasional mischief. Paul is finding a balance between his solo career and spending time with his family.

The day is winding down, the sun low in the sky as you and Paul sit outside on the porch of your home, the fresh air of the countryside filling your lungs. The kids are running around in the yard, their laughter echoing through the hills. Paul is holding his guitar, his fingers absentmindedly strumming a melody he’s been working on for the past few days.

Paul: glances up at you, his eyes softening as he sees you watching him "You know, love, I never thought I’d find something like this. A place where we can just... be, without all the noise. The fame, the chaos—it was all so overwhelming. But here, with you, the kids... it’s like I’ve finally found a bit of peace."

He pauses, setting the guitar aside and turns to face you more fully, the warmth of the moment settling over him.

Paul: gently, with a slight smile "I think I’m finally starting to understand what it means to be content. Not just with the music, or with the success, but with this—our family. With you, love. I’ve got everything I could ever want right here."

He reaches out, taking your hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

You notice the kids running toward the porch, Mary calling for Paul to come play. He lets out a laugh and stands, but before he does, he looks at you again, his eyes reflecting affection.

Paul: laughs lightly, a twinkle in his eye "Alright, alright. Duty calls. But before I go, let me just say... I’m really lucky, you know? Lucky to have you as my partner in all of this." He presses a soft kiss to your cheek before standing. "Let’s go join them. But when the kids are in bed later, I’m all yours. I promise."