Chapter 21

I woke up turning towards Paul to find myself once again alone. I sat up, went to the bathroom and then as I was heading downstairs I heard voices. I recognized Paul’s, but the other was unfamiliar. I stopped about halfway down and just listened to see if I would soon recognize the stranger.
“Oh you’re up,” Paul said, coming to the bottom of the stairs, scaring me half to death.
“Holy crap you scared me Paul,” I said as he came up and kissed me.
“I’m sorry love,” he apologized and smiled. I smiled in return.
“Who is downstairs with you?” I whispered leaning closer to Paul so the stranger wouldn’t hear me. Paul laughed.
“Oh sorry, I’ll introduce you,” he said leading me downstairs. I stopped him and he looked back at me confused, “What you don’t want to meet him?” he asked.
“I don’t think you should introduce us like this…” I said looking down at my lingerie. Paul and I were going to be leaving in a couple hours to go to his dad’s place in Liverpool for Christmas, so I wasn’t expecting anybody here. It was the day after Christmas, but we waited with each other until we were with Paul’s family today. Paul laughed and walked back up to me.
“You’re right; I don’t want him seeing you in that. I forgot,” he said. I smiled and kissed him.
“Who is he?” I asked again.
“He’s a friend of mine, Tara Browne. He’s going to join us for Christmas….is that alright with you?” he asked, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, but I’ve been busy and forgot.” He said. I was a little hesitant at first, but figured the more the merrier. Plus, I wasn’t about to tell Paul he couldn’t bring his friend.
“Of course he can come. It’s your house and family, you don’t have to ask me.” I said. He smiled and kissed me.
“You’re great.” He said, “And I always want to make sure things are okay with you, whether they are my things or not. Now go shower or whatever you need to do.” He said and I laughed.
“Alright, bossy,” I said and headed upstairs. I took a quick shower and headed back downstairs where Paul and Tara were drinking tea outside on the porch. I walked out and stood behind Paul. Tara stood up and Paul turned around.
“Hey love,” he said. I smiled, “This is Tara Browne, a good mate of mine.”
“Hi, nice to meet you,” I said shaking his hand.
“Tara, this is me girlfriend Olivia Newton,” Paul finished. Tara nodded.
“Nice to meet you Olivia. You’re exactly how Paul described you,” he said smiling and sitting down. Paul pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I smiled.
“Is that so?” I asked. Tara nodded.
“However, you’re a lot prettier than what’s he told me,” I smiled and looked at Paul. Tara laughed.
“Hey now, Tara, don’t be gettin’ me in trouble. I said she was the most beautiful girl in the world,” Paul said turning to me. I kissed his cheek.
“Thanks,” I said still smiling. I turned back to Tara.
“So how long have you and Paul known each other?” I asked him. He thought for a moment.
“A couple years, I knew him just as he was becoming all rich and famous,” he said laughing. Paul laughed.
“But I’m still the same,” he said and Tara made a face. I laughed and we continued to talk as the two of them finished their tea. Afterwards, Paul packed the Princess and we began our drive to Liverpool, which wasn’t very long. I sat up in front with Paul and Tara sat in the back, but the two of them gabbed the whole way there. I just stared out the window in anticipation and fright. I was really nervous about meeting the McCartney family, especially his dad. I had read somewhere that his dad wasn’t too fond of American girls for whatever reason, and I wanted him so much to like me. I was nervous meeting all my previous boyfriends’ parents, but this was different. I was ten times more hesitant than before, even with Davy. I had a pretty good feeling that they would one day be my in-laws, and if they didn’t like me, I’d be screwed for the rest of my life. Not to mention, Paul was bringing his friend, and although I knew it wouldn’t happen, I was scared I’d be left out of everything.
“Are you alright love?” Paul asked as he parked the car in his dad’s driveway. I looked up at the enormous house Paul had bought him and swallowed. I nodded.
“Yeah, just a little nervous, that’s all.” I said as Tara got out of the car. Paul smiled and scooted over next to me.
“What’s there to be nervous about?”
“I don’t know. I really want your family to like me. I heard your dad doesn’t like American girls,” I said and Paul laughed.
“Now where did you hear something like that?” he asked surprised.
“A book,” I said quietly knowing what was to come. I couldn’t help but laugh as Paul rolled his eyes and put his hand up to his forehead.
“I’m going to forbid you from reading those bloody books, they’re screwing with you,” he said and I smiled.
“No,” I whined and he laughed.
“I don’t know my dad to not like American girls, so I don’t know where that person would’ve gotten that information. If it’s true, he probably just doesn’t like the girls in the acting and music section. They’re too unclean over there for him I think.”
“Paul, I am an American girl and I was in the singing business….” I reminded him. He smiled and kissed me.
“Love, stop fretting about it. You are incredibly beautiful, in a pure innocent way, you’re sweet, funny, kind….there’s no reason why he won’t like you,” Paul said and I smiled feeling a little better.
“Paulie! Paulie dear, are you out here?” I heard a woman’s voice. Paul turned and looked out his open door and smiled.
“Hey Aunt Gin,” he said getting out and giving her a hug.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you!” she said.
“You too,” I followed suit and got out the other side shutting the door. I walked slowly in the front of the car over to Paul. Aunt Gin finished hugging him and looked over at me, mouth open.
“Oh my word, is this her?” she asked turning to Paul then looking back at me. Paul beamed and held out his arm. I smiled and walked over to him as he placed his arm around me.
“Yeah,” Paul told her smiling, “Aunt Gin this is Olivia, Olivia Aunt Gin,”
“Oh, you are a pretty little thing! Paul said you were gorgeous, but oh my!” She said smiling big as she hugged me. I laughed and looked at Paul as he smiled and winked. Things weren’t so bad after all…..at least right now.
“Thanks,” I said laughing. She nodded and smiled.
“Well, it’s the truth. Let’s go show you off to the rest of the family,” she said leading us towards the door.
“Aunt Gin is me mum’s sister, she’s kinda been like a mum to me since mine died,” Paul explained. I smiled and nodded.
“She’s very nice,” I told him. He laughed.
“Yes that she is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her not smile nor quiet,” I laughed as we walked in the house.
“Uncle Paul!” A little kid yelled and ran towards Paul. Paul laughed and scooped him up in his arms.
“Ello there Petie, how are you?” Paul said carrying the little boy to the living room filled with more McCartney’s. I followed him out until he turned and grabbed my hand moving Petie to his other hip.
“Hey Paul,” About a hundred voices said. I smiled as Paul set Petie down and Tara joined us.
“Hello everyone, Happy Christmas!” he said laughing as everyone smiled and gave out hugs.
“Hi dad,” Paul said as a man, whom Paul looked almost identical to (except in a younger version of course) walked in the living room.
“Hello son, how was your trip?” he asked giving Paul a hug and sitting down. Paul took my hand and led me over to the couch as we sat next to Tara and Aunt Gin.
“It was good, thanks,” Paul answered. He turned to me then back to his dad, “Dad, everyone, this is Olivia. Olivia this is, left to right, Angela me brothers wife,”
“Hi Olivia,”
“Hi,”
“Me brother Michael,”
“Hello,” he said and I nodded as I shook his hand. Paul continued.
“You already met Aunt Gin, then there is Petie, somewhere around here,” he said looking around as everyone laughed, “He’s me brothers son. Then there’s Uncle Harry, me step mum Ruth,”
“Nice to meet you Olivia,” she said. I had completely forgot that Paul’s father remarried.
“You too,” I said smiling. Paul took a deep breath and we all laughed.
“Finally, there’s me step sister Heather, and me dad, Jim,” he said laughing. I smiled as I shook Paul’s dad’s hand.
“It’s nice to finally meet you Olivia, Paul’s talked so much about you,” Jim said. I smiled.
“Thank you, Mr. McCartney. He’s said only nice things about all of you. He’s lucky to have such a great family,” I said looking at Paul and smiling. He smiled and squeezed my hand gently. Paul’s dad smiled.
“Dear, you can call me Jim. You don’t need to be proper around me,” he said smiling kindly. I grinned and nodded.
“Alright,” I said sitting back next to Paul. The family began talking about various things and I just sat listening amazed. I was here meeting Paul’s family…and I loved every minute of it. The nervousness for the most part seemed to slither away, making me relax a bit more.
“See that wasn’t bad, now was it?” I heard Paul whisper in my ear. I turned to face him and smiled.
“No, I really didn’t think it would be. I just want them to like me,” I whispered back. He smiled and kissed me softly.
“They do, trust me,” he said and I smiled.
“Paulie will you sing for us?” Heather suddenly asked. Paul laughed.
“Ah, you don’t want me to sing,” he said waving his hand. She nodded, and so did Aunt Gin.
“Yes, please do. We love hearing you sing. Got anything new?” she asked. Paul thought for a moment.
“A few things, yeah,” he replied.
“Do play for us Paul?” Aunt Gin begged. Paul laughed and turned to me.
“Aunt Gin loves it when I put on little concerts for her,” he said and I smiled.
“Who wouldn’t?” I asked and he laughed.
“See!” Aunt Gin said laughing. Paul rolled his eyes.
“Alright, alright,” he said letting go of my hand and moving to the piano, “It’s a slow one….” He told us sitting down.
“I love your ballads,” Ruth said. Paul laughed, and he seemed to be a bit nervous. I smiled as he began playing the song. At first I didn’t recognize it, but after he began playing a few chords I remembered it was the song he was “working on” so long ago, and I haven’t heard it since.
“This is for Olivia,” he said looking over at me and smiling. Suddenly I was confused. He hadn’t told me of any new songs in my dedication, and he told me previously that this song was nothing, just playing around. I listening intently as his voice filled the air with lyrics to one of the most romantic songs I’ve ever heard…..

“To lead a better life, I need my love to be here….
Here,
Making each day of the year,
Changing my life with a wave of her hand,
No body can deny that there’s something there.
There,
Running my hands through her hair,
Both of us thinking how good it can be,
Someone is speaking, but she doesn’t know he’s there.

I want her everywhere,
And if she’s beside me,
I know I need never care.
But to love her, is to need her,

Everywhere,
Knowing that love is to share,
Each one believing that love never dies,
Watching her eyes, and hoping I’m always there.

I want her everywhere,
And if she’s beside me,
I know I need never care.
But to love her, is to need her,

Everywhere,
Knowing that love is to share,
Each one believing that love never dies,
Watching her eyes, and hoping I’m always there.
I will be there and everywhere,
Here, there, and everywhere.”

Paul finished and everybody clapped. He bowed and smiled, looking over at me as he joined me back at the couch. I had to keep from crying. I gave him a hug.
“Was that really for me?” I whispered. I felt him nod and I pulled my head back to look at him.
“Yeah, you like it?” he asked. I nodded and he smiled, seeing a tear go down my cheek. He wiped it away.
“It was beautiful,” I said kissing him and hugging him again.
“Oh, aren’t they sweet?” I heard Aunt Gin say. We looked over at her and laughed.
“That was good Paul!” Heather said. The others agreed.
“That was really nice son,” Jim said. Paul smiled.
“Thanks. It’ll be on our next record, if you want to listen to the finished product,” he said acting like a goof. The others laughed.
“Who’s hungry?” Aunt Gin asked standing up.
“I am,” Paul said and everybody laughed again. I smiled and noticed how they seemed to laugh at every little thing Paul said, even, no offence to him cuz I love him, when it’s not funny. There seemed a bit of tension in the room.
“Me too!” Petie yelled running towards Paul. Paul let go of my hand and caught him.
“You are too aye?” he asked bringing him to his lap. Petie nodded his head frantically. I laughed. Little kids were so cute, especially English ones, “Guess that’s two of us then,” Paul said. Aunt Gin nodded and Ruth stood up.
“Well, we will go work on Christmas dinner then,” Ruth said.
“Can I help you with anything?” I asked. Ruth smiled.
“Sure, we’d love to have you in there,” she said and I stood up.
“Then we can girl talk about our Paulie here,” Aunt Gin said laughing. Paul made a face, but laughed.
“Have fun,” he said smiling. I smiled and followed Aunt Gin and Ruth into the kitchen. They had turkey, ham, olives, and cranberry, bread….and almost every other holiday food imaginable.
“It’s smells terrific already,” I said.
“That’s the turkey,” Aunt Gin said nodding, “Would you like to husk some corn dear?”
“Sure,” I said taking the pan of corn from her.
“So, how long have you and Paul been together?” Ruth asked.
“Um, it’s kinda confusing…..” I said stopping, “But officially, about 11 months,” I told her.
“You guys make such an adorable couple,” Aunt Gin told me. I smiled.
“You think?” She nodded.
“How do you like dating a Beatle?”
“Honestly it’s been tough at times, but I love Paul with all my heart, so if I have to go through that to be with him, it’s very worth it.” I said, “It’s exciting for the most part though,” I finished and Aunt Gin just looked at me.
“You are such a sweetheart. You and Paul are perfect for each other,” she said and I smiled, “Between you and me,” Aunt Gin started and came towards me. I leaned in closer to listen, “I like you a lot better than Jane,” she said. I opened my mouth in shock. I was not expecting anything like that or close. She smiled and winked at me, making me smile. She was such a fun lady. Before long we were finished making dinner and we all sat down at the McCartney table. We said grace and began eating a wonderful home cooked Liverpool meal. I ate as much as I possible could; saving room for Aunt Gin’s homemade Trifle made of sponge cake, custard, jam and whipped cream. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it, but after one bite I was hooked. It was delicious. Afterwards, the men and kids went back out into the living room and us ladies once again, controlled the kitchen. This time cleaning up.
“That was amazing, Aunt Gin and Ruth,” I said. They smiled.
“Oh, you helped too,” Ruth said. I laughed.
“Not really. It was you two that made such wonderful food. I just husked corn,” I said still laughing. They both joined in laughter as we created an assembly line for washing, drying, and putting away dishes.
“So, do you think Paulie’s the one?” Aunt Gin asked. I smiled as she always seemed to bring up Paul. But then again, he is her nephew and I was his new girlfriend. I nodded.
“Yeah, I really do,” I said, “I hope so anyway,”
“I think he is,” Ruth said. I looked over at her.
“Really?” I asked surprised for some reason. She nodded.
“He’s been talking about you for so long, that we all felt like we knew you, before tonight!” Ruth explained and I smiled thinking of Paul.
“And after seeing the way he looks at you and admires you, I know he loves you more than anything. Not to mention the looks you give him,” Aunt Gin said agreeing with Ruth. I blushed and smiled.
“Yes, I really love him,” I said again.
“Well, you’re already family to us,” Ruth said smiling and I smiled in return.
“Thanks,” I said, “You all are really wonderful,”
“Thanks honey,” Aunt Gin said, “So when do you think he’s gonna propose?” she asked. I laughed. She reminded me of the woman of the block that is friends with everybody and knows everything, all the gossip. I shrugged.
“I don’t know,” I said, “It’ll probably be a while if he does,” Aunt Gin frowned.
“Oh men! They always wait to long,” She said, “But I know my Paul will be romantic about it,” she said winking slyly at me and I laughed shaking my head.
“So you really are talking about me aye?” Paul asked coming into the kitchen. We laughed as he came over to me, “What were you talking about?” he asked looking at me. I shrugged.
“Nothing,” I said drying a pan. Paul smiled.
“You lie. I know you were talking about me, I heard me name,” he said. I shook my head.
“If we were it was only good things,” I said kissing him. Aunt Gin laughed and Paul shook his head smiling.
“Alright then, I trust you,” he said.
“So, what’s up?” I asked him wondering why he wondered into the kitchen.
“I just wanted to let you know that Tara and I are going to go on a little ride, and we’ll be back in a bit,” he said, “Didn’t want you to think I had left you here alone with me crazy family,” he said winking as Aunt Gin made a funny ‘give me a break’ noise. I laughed.
“A little ride? Where?” I asked.
“Oh, just around. We found a couple mopeds of mine, or dirt bikes as you American’s call them, and we’re going to take them out for a little ride,” he repeated. I nodded.
“Okay, have fun and be careful. If you are half as bad on a moped as you are in a car, you’re in trouble,” I said smiling. He laughed.
“Oh you’ve experience his crazy driving have you?” Aunt Gin piped in. I nodded making my eyes big.
“Oh yes, unfortunately.” I said.
“Hey,” Paul whined, “I’m not that bad. And I will be careful,” he said. I smiled and he gave me a kiss before leaving. Aunt Gin, Ruth and I were finishing up the dishes about an hour after Paul left when we heard very loud noises from the living room.
“Paul what the hell happened to you?” I heard his dad ask. I looked up at Aunt Gin and Ruth. They looked confused as well.
“Get him to the kitchen,” I heard Mike say. I began walking to the doorway of the kitchen when Tara was helping Paul in. I covered my mouth immediately. Paul’s entire left half of his face was scraped up and he was holding his hand to his mouth, as blood ran down his chin and dripped down onto the floor.
“Paul McCartney!” Aunt Gin shrieked as she led him over to the table and laid him down. He seemed a little out of it and I just stood staring.
“Where’s Olivia?” I heard him say as he lifted his head to look around. I walked over to the side of him and with one hand took his, and with the other moved his bangs out of his face.
“What happened?” I asked him as Aunt Gin came with a wet rag, placing it on Paul’s mouth, clearing away some of the blood.
“I don’t know, I hit a hole or something,” he said. I looked up at Tara on the other side of Paul and he just looked at me, and I noticed his eyes were blood shot. I looked back down at Paul, whose eyes were shut. Aunt Gin removed the rag and I almost gagged. Paul had a huge gash splitting his top left side of his lip right in half, as well as a pretty nice chip in his tooth.
“The doctor’s office isn’t open today, but I knew a doctor and he’s on his way,” Jim said walking into the room with us. He walked over to Paul, “Why weren’t you more careful?” he asked him shaking his head. Paul opened his eyes and looked at his dad. I then realized how much more there probably was to Paul’s accident. His eyes were as blood shot as Tara’s…..
“I thought I was, damn bike,” Paul said wincing from talking.
“Jim, he needs to relax,” Aunt Gin said. Jim nodded.
“I’ll wait for Doctor Jenson,” he said leaving the room and taking everyone but Aunt Gin, Paul, me, and Ruth with him.
“Oh Paul,” I said shaking my head and caressing his forehead. He winced from more pain and squeezed my hand. Not much longer a rather nervous doctor walked in.
“Excuse me,” he said to Aunt Gin. She moved to the side of Paul along with me and Ruth. The doctor began looking at Paul’s lip, and I swear I saw him shaking.
“This is going to need some stitching,” he said digging in his bag. By this time, Jim, Tara, Mike, Angela, and Uncle Harry were standing off to the other side watching. No wonder the doctor was shaking. He was working on Beatle Paul McCartney with his family and girlfriend watching. He took out a needle.
“This will hurt for a moment,” he said as he inserted the needle into Paul lip. I had to look away for a moment and I heard a groan of pain from Paul, “Alright, that should be numb in a moment and we can stitch you up.” The doctor said and I turned back to Paul, peeking through my fingers. Paul turned his head towards me and reached his arm out. I walked over to him, standing up by his head, taking his hand. The doctor began sewing Paul’s lip back together shaking the entire time, making me nervous. Just as he was about finished, his shaking caused the thread to slip out of the needle and completely unravel, making Paul’s lip open once more. For about the tenth time, Paul winced. The doctor apologized and tried again, this time stitching Paul up successfully. Jim and Paul thanked him greatly and he left. The numbing was beginning to wear off, and Paul was looking in pain.
“Would you like to save the presents until tomorrow dear?” Aunt Gin asked Paul.
“It doesn’t matter, we can do it now,” Paul said slowly and a bit muffled from his swollen lip. His left eye was beginning to puff out as well as turn a light shade of purple. I looked sadly at him, partly upset. Why was he so stupid smoking pot before riding an old dirt bike at night?? He should’ve known better.
“Why don’t we do it tomorrow, let you rest.” Ruth said.
“Yes, that’s a good idea.” Uncle Harry agreed.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Paul asked.
“Not at all son, go get some rest. We’ll open gifts tomorrow morning,” Jim said.
“Alright, thanks for everything. The food, company….doctor,” Paul said getting a look from his dad. Paul may be 23, but his dad was definitely not happy with him. The family nodded and after I thanked them as well, Paul and I headed off to one of the upstairs room. After walking in I shut the door.
“The only bad thing about buying your dad a new house is, it doesn’t have all your old stuff. I wanted to see you old room,” I said sadly walking with Paul over to the bed as he laid down, bringing me with him.
“Nah, it wasn’t that interesting. Just like any other little boy,” he said making a face. He sat up again taking off his shirt and pants and I changed into my nightie as well. We both went under the covers, facing each other, Paul’s arms wrapped around me.
“Does it hurt?” I asked looking at Paul’s beat up face. He shrugged.
“A little, mostly when I talk,” he said.
“You’re gonna get a bruise on your eye,” I said lightly touching it.
“Great, we have a New Years Party with the EMI Executives coming up….” He said.
“Why did you do it?” I asked him. He opened his eyes.
“Do what? Fall?”
“Smoke pot before driving,” I said. He looked up for a moment and back down at me.
“How’d you know?” he asked. I rolled my eyes.
“I may be uniformed about all that stuff, but I’m not stupid. Your eyes are completely blood shot. I’m amazed no one else noticed.” I said.
“They probably did, or at least my dad. That’s probably why he was so angry. He hates that I do that,” he said wincing again.
“So do I,” I told him. He looked sympathetically at me.
“I’m trying to quit love, really,” he said, “It’s just hard….I’m addicted to it,”
“I know, and if you want to do it, I really don’t care. I hate it, but I can’t stop you. But aren’t you smart enough to not do it at stupid times? Like before driving a motorcycle at night?” I asked.
“Yes, I know, it was dumb,” he admitted.
“And when you are here with your family for Christmas? Couldn’t you have waited?” I asked not understanding what was going through his head. He nodded.
“I know, I know. It was stupid. I admit it. We rode off and stopped at a really pretty spot, and Tara had some joints. I didn’t. He offered and I figured one would be okay.”
“You were wrong,” I said.
“Yes I was. But it was also timing. If we wouldn’t have sat there so long before smoking, it wouldn’t of affected me as much. You know, would’ve wore off quicker. But we realized it was getting late and headed off nearly right away.”
“How did you crash then?” I asked. He made a face and knowing him, he did not want to share, “Paul?” He sighed.
“I was looking at the moon….it looked so huge and gorgeous. I wasn’t paying attention; hit a hole in the ground and bam! Went flying forward right into a rock on the ground,” he said and I winced imagining the pain he went through.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said kissing his lip softly. He smiled as best he could.
“I think that helped,” he said.
“What?”
“The kiss. I need another one,” he said and I laughed and gave him another light kiss.
“You know, I won’t be able to really kiss you for while,” I said pouting. He looked down at me.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well, you’re all swollen and in pain, it would hurt you to kiss you like normal,” I restated.
“Oh, I think I’ll be okay,” he said smiling. I shook my head and laughed a little.
“No you won’t and you know it. It hurts, you said so and I can tell. Plus, I don’t know if I want to kiss your puffy lip.” I said. He made a sad face.
“You won’t kiss me?”
“It’s puffy and has stitches,” I said making a face. He continued to put on the puppy face.
“I’d kiss you if you had stitches on your mouth,” I rolled my eyes.
“You would not,” I argued. He nodded.
“Oh yes I would,” he said and after thinking about it for a second, I actually believed he probably would.
“It’s only for a couple days,” I said. His eyes got big.
“A couple days?!” I nodded.
“It’ll hurt for a while,” I said.
“No, it’s better now and will be tomorrow for sure,” he complained.
“You are so cute,” I said.
“So kiss me then,” he replied and I shook my head, leaving him back to his Paul McCartney pout, “I suppose we don’t need to kiss on the mouth. There are other places as well as other things to do….” I shook my head smiling and he looked disappointed, “What? Why not that?” he asked.
“Paul, we’re in your dad’s house…..” I said. He pouted again.
“I don’t want to say this, but….you and Davy did it in your house,” I laughed.
“You are persistent aren’t you?” I asked. He nodded.
“Of course, I love you and I’ve been through a lot. I’m in pain…..” he said making a face and I laughed again.
“Oh you’re going to use that one huh?” I asked and he nodded.
“Come on, no one will know. It’ll be fun, all sneaky like in me dad’s house,” he said.
“That’s just it! I don’t want him to hear….” I said. Paul made a face.
“Ah, he won’t. You’re mum did,” he said and I shook my head.
“Paul, did you have to bring that up?” I asked and he laughed.
“Sorry,”
“That was different anyway,”
“Why, cuz you were with Davy?” Paul asked suddenly offended.
“No! Because she’s my mom, this is your dad. It’s different.”
“No it’s not, come on. You know it’ll be fun. You’ll just have to keep it down a little more than usual.” He said smirking and winking at me.
“Paul,” I whined. He knew how I hated that about myself. He laughed.
“I’m just kidding love,” he said, “We’ll just go to bed,” he finished yawning and turning off the light. I leaned over him and turned it back on.
“No, we’re doing this now, whether you’re too tired or not,” I said. He raised his eye brows.
“Alright!” he said laughing as I laughed with him. You know what happened from there and the next day things seemed to go a little smoother. Paul’s lip went down a little bit, but the bruise by his eye was a nice deep purple. None of the family heard us, or at least didn’t say anything as did mine, so that went fine too. We opened presents, everyone loving what they got. Paul got me diamond earrings, perfume, and a new piece of lingerie (he gave that to me later when we were alone, more as a joke of our first Christmas together). I got him a new tie, sweater, and a few albums that he had been wanting. It was a wonderful Christmas with the McCartney’s, and I look forward to more. We spent the next couple of days with them having a blast, and thankfully Paul and Tara laid off on the pot and accidents. Tara have to leave a day early but Paul and I stayed till the 31st. That night we did attend the New Years Party with the EMI Executives, whom all asked about Paul’s scrapes and stitches. It was a pretty good party, not much drugs here, mostly drinking, in which Paul paced himself. We brought in 1966 in each other’s arms and kissed at midnight.

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