Chapter 35

I sat in front of the phone and just stared at it. Paul was off with his brother somewhere, so I was left alone, and I decided now was as good as any to call my parents. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. It seemed like hours before anybody picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Tom! It’s Olivia,” I said glad it was him who picked up the phone.
“Olivia, my little sis, how are you?”
“Fine, yourself?”
“Pretty good, dad’s here fixing the dishwasher and I got conned into helping,” he said and I laughed. He hated fixing things, “I’m not a mechanic, I’m a doctor!” he laughed.
“Ah, poor you,” I laughed.
“You’re so sympathetic,”
“Hey now, you’ll have to know for when you get a family of your own though,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, yeah,” he replied with not much enthusiasm, “What’s up? Know when you’re gonna get married yet?”
“Yes actually that’s why I’m calling,”
“Really?! When?” he asked excitedly and I could lightly hear my mother in the back speaking. Tom spoke away from the phone, “Yeah, ma it’s Olivia…she and Paul set the date!”
“Olivia! Olivia, it’s your mother!” she said into the phone.
“And your father,” I heard him as well. I laughed.
“So, how many people am I speaking to?”
“Three,” they all said in unison.
“So, honey when it is? Do we get to go dress shopping and finish the day off by eating on the Space Needle?” my mom asked excitedly and I had to laugh. Any way to sneak in the Space Needle.
“Well, it’s actually—on June 15,” I said and suddenly everybody was quiet.
“June 15? That’s less than 3 weeks,” Tom pointed out.
“I know, but we were-” I started.
“Olivia Autumn Newton, you aren’t pregnant are you?” my father boomed. I froze not knowing what to say—half scared. I suddenly faked a laugh.
“Get real dad, of course I’m not pregnant,” I said looking down at my stomach, glad I wasn’t telling them in person--I thought I sounded pretty convincing.
“You aren’t lying are you?” he warned. I swallowed.
“No! If you’ll let me explain….” I started hoping so desperately they’d get off the subject.
“Alright, go ahead honey,” my mother said softly.
“The reason it’s so soon, is because the next album the Beatles are working on is a double album. Paul and I were talking, and we would like to get married this year—but if we wait till after the album is done, it’ll be pretty close to December. So we figured out the latest time before the album, is June 15,”
“Oh, I see,” my dad said.
“I understand sis,” Tom chirped in. God bless Tom.
“Thanks, I’m sorry it’s so soon, and I still hope you can come….”
“Of course we are coming! I waited years for you and that other boyfriend of yours, uh, uh,”
“Davy?”
“Yes, Davy…I waited forever for you two to get married—so there’s no way I’m going to miss it when you actually do!” My dad finished.
“Good. Paul and I are going to buy your tickets here and back, so you don’t have to worry about it—I just don’t know when exactly. I’ll have to talk to him when he gets home,”
“Oh honey, you don’t have to do that. We can manage our own,” my mother started.
“No, no, Carol, if the boy is offering, let him,” My dad told her and I heard her sigh.
“Alright, tell him thank you,” she said.
“Of course,”
“Give us a call and let us know when we’re flying down,” Tom said.
“Yes, will do. I love you all,” I said.
“Love you too,” they all returned and I hung up. I breathed out not realizing I had been holding my breath the whole time. Well, except for my dad getting things right on the nose, it wasn’t too bad. Now that my family was done with, I had to call the gang. I automatically dialed Brittany’s number and waited for her to answer. I swear I’ve gotten closer to her over the last few years of being with Paul.
“Hello?” a male voice answered. I looked at the phone wondering if I dialed the wrong number, “hello?” he asked again.
“Micky?” I asked hesitantly.
“Olivia?” he returned and I laughed.
“Yeah, it’s me. You scared me, I thought I had the wrong number,” I laughed.
“Oh sorry, Brittany’s in the bathroom and asked me to get it,” he answered, “how have you been?”
“Good actually, you guys?”
“Ah, good I must say. What’s up? Are you coming down for a visit?” he asked happily.
“Hm, no, but I wish I were. I was just calling to let you guys know Paul and I set the date,”
“Well, congratulations!” he said and again I heard Brittany ask who it was. Micky told her and within seconds,
“What!? You set the date! Congrats!” she yelled into the phone and I had to laugh. Poor Micky.
“Yes, we did and I’m calling to invite you to the wedding,”
“Oh, don’t be ‘daft’ as you say, of course we’re coming! When is it?”
“Uh, June 15,” I said.
“That’s really soon,” she said obviously surprised,
“Yeah, I know, but-” once again I was cut off as I tried to explain.
“Olivia are you pregnant or something?” she asked and I rolled my eyes. Why was everybody I knew guessing this!? It made me wonder if Paul’s family thought the same thing when we told them, and they just didn’t say anything “Olivia?”
“Yes I’m here, and no I’m not pregnant,” I told her.
“Oh really?” she asked with her ‘attitude’ voice, obviously not believing me, “Then why are you inviting at such short notice?” she asked me, “sounds to me like you planned the wedding quickly….”
“We did, only cuz if we waited till after The Beatles album is finished, it would be near December,”
“Oh come on Olivia! That’s bullshit, I know you’re lying,” she said and I sighed. I suppose I could tell her—Paul told the guys.
“Fine, I am lying,” I said bluntly. She gasped.
“So you are pregnant?” she asked in shock and I heard Micky exclaim a surprised ‘What?’ in the back.
“Yes, almost 3 months,” I told her, “But that’s not why we’re getting married—it’s why we’re getting married so soon,” I emphasized.
“I know that, you idiot. You were engaged already,” she said and I was relieved.
“Yeah, well I didn’t know how many people would actually remember that,”
“I know what you mean—but, I can’t believe you’re pregnant!” she said excitedly then quieted down, “What does Paul think?”
“Actually, he’s surprisingly happy about it all. I was acting like a fool and cried when I told him thinking he was going to send me on my merry way, but he didn’t—well I didn’t actually think he would but—no, he was, is, really happy,”
“That’s good, and you? How do you feel about it?”
“I’m happy,” I said nodding to myself.
“Wow, this is all so crazy! You weren’t the first to get married, but you’re the first to have a baby!” she said excitedly, “and with Paul McCartney from the Beatles!” I laughed.
“Must you always do that?”
“What?”
“That! Say, oh you’re the girlfriend of ‘Paul McCartney from the Beatles’, and you’ve had sex with ‘Paul McCartney from the Beatles’ or oh you’re getting married to ‘Paul McCartney from the Beatles’ and you’re having a baby with ‘Paul McCartney from the Beatles!’” I finished laughing along with her.
“Yes, I must always do that. I’m not as close to them as you are, so I still see them as the ‘famous Beatles’, and I’m just so happy for you—especially since you’ve made it with a Beatle! The cutest and nicest one I must add. But I love you Micky,” I rolled my eyes as I heard her say the last bit to Micky.
“Yes, well,” was all I said.
“So, do you want a girl or boy?” she asked and from there on the conversation went the same direction as it did with Pattie. She asked me what names we wanted and if she could do some of the shopping with me. Paul and I often talked about flying them all here for a week or something, so maybe that would be a good time. Brittany said she would relate to the rest of the group the news and tell them they were all invited to the wedding.
“Hey Brittany,” I asked before hanging up.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think Davy will come?” I asked her and she was silent for a moment.
“I don’t know, maybe,” she said and I just half smiled. As much as I somewhat felt awkward around him, I didn’t want to complete shut him out of my life. I really did want him to come to the wedding.
“Maybe I should call him personally?”
“Uh, I don’t know, Liv’. I really don’t. He acts normal without you, but the minute we talk about you or he sees you, he gets all weird….”
“Yeah….alright, well, I’ll call you when I find out more about when you’re coming down,” I told her.
“Sounds good, congratulations again—on the wedding and baby McCartney,” she giggled and again I rolled my eyes.
“Thanks Brittany, say hi to the other’s for me,”
“Will do,”
“Bye,”
“Buh-Bye” and we hung up. I laid back on the couch and just dozed off, dreaming of Paul and my future. When I awoke I rubbed my eyes and saw Paul seated on his chair, sleeping away. I smiled and got up. I wandered into the kitchen and put on some tea, then made my way back out into the living room. I walked over to Paul and kissed his forehead lightly. I wasn’t doing it to wake him, but he stirred and opened his eyes.
“Hello there love,” I said to him smiling and he returned the grin.
“Did I fall asleep?” he asked stretching and pulling me onto his lap.
“Apparently. You weren’t here when I fell asleep…when did you get home?”
“Ah yes, I remember dozing off now,” he nodded, “Um, got home ‘bout a half hour ago. How was your day?”
“Oh fine, I called my parents and Brittany,” I told him.
“Oh yeah? How did that go?” I shrugged.
“Good, for the most part. The group knows….well, just Brittany and Micky, but with their mouths, I’m sure the rest already knows,” I said and Paul laughed.
“Yes, those two, Peter and Emily, have the biggest mouths ever,” he said still laughing. I smiled.
“I figured it was okay since you’re group knows,” I said and he laughed again.
“Of course its okay,” he grinned, “how did it go with your parents?”
“Uh, my dad guessed it,” I said and Paul’s smile went away.
“What did he say?”
“Well, I told him he was wrong and then told them about the whole album thing. I don’t know if they really bought it or not and just didn’t say anything, but they seemed to,” I said.
“Hm,” was all Paul said in response.
“It makes me wonder though, if my parents guessed it and Brittany guessed it—do you think you’re family did to?” He shrugged.
“Mike knows,” he said and I looked at him surprised.
“How?”
“He asked me today, and I tried to lie, but he’s me brother--he saw right through me. But, I see him as one of me mates—he’s not going to tell anyone, plus, he understands that this isn’t why we are getting married,” Paul finished, “are you mad?”
“No, I actually thought about telling Tom, but then my parents came on—I think it’s just the parents that I want to keep it from till after the wedding,”
“I agree,” Paul said nuzzling close to me. I rested my head on his, “I wish we were getting married tomorrow,” he said, “I’m sick of waiting,”
“Me too,” I said kissing the top of his head as the tea kettle began whistling. Paul looked up at me.
“You made tea?” he asked and I nodded.
“Yeah, you always like tea when you get home, and I figured since you were sleeping, you hadn’t had a chance to make some,” I explained and he smiled, kissing me.
“Oh, you are wonderful, aren’t you?” I laughed.
“I try,” I said shrugging. We got up and went into the kitchen. Paul poured us each a cup of tea and we went out to sit in the garden. We snuggled up next to each other on the bench.
“Oh, guess what John’s doing?” Paul grunted.
“Um, by the sound of that, I’m guessing it’s something stupid and something to do with Yoko,” Paul laughed.
“You know me all to well love,” I smiled and he continued, “He’s not coming to our wedding,”
“What?! Why?” I asked.
“Well, actually, I don’t know that for sure, but I’m guessing.”
“Why?” I asked again.
“Well, on June 15, I guess him and Yoko are going to have a public event, in which they will plant an acorn for peace at the Coventry Cathedral,” Paul said sipping his tea and rolling his eyes.
“Plant an acorn?”
“Yep, a bloody acorn. It was wonderful Yoko’s idea of course,” he grunted again, “Cor, I can’t bloody believe that he’s going to plant a damn acorn instead of come to our wedding!” he finished angry. I squeezed his arm softly not saying anything, “He’s like a bloody brother to me, and he’s not coming….” Paul faded off obviously sad.
“I know,” I said not knowing how to cheer him up. So I decided to just agree with him, “I miss John,” he looked down at me.
“What do you mean?”
“I miss him—he’s not the same John I knew back when I met you guys. He’s changed so much, and it’s not for the better,” I said and Paul nodded.
“I agree 100%,”
“Honestly, although you might not agree, but I miss the smart ass, witty, don’t care what anybody else thinks, sexist John. I’d rather him still make those stupid sexual comments to me, than this,”
“I wouldn’t,” Paul huffed.
“Paul, you know he doesn’t mean any of it,”
“Actually, I believe he does,”
“Oh come on Paul,” I started.
“No, don’t ‘come on Paul’ me, I know he does. I never told you, but he wanted to pull you pretty badly when we first met—even after that,” he said angrily sipping his tea. I pulled back.
“What? Paul, what are you talking about?”
“When we first met you, and John and I were talking that night, me saying how there was something about you and all; all he kept talking about was wanting to nail ya.” I raised my eyebrows in sheer shock.
“Really?”
“Yes really, it’s John. Horny John. And you’re the most beautiful girl out there; it’s only natural that he wanted to do that. Why do you think he was telling me to lay off? Because he wanted you,” Paul stated, “So, yes, I do believe he means some of the stuff he says to you. I’m sure he wouldn’t do anything, but I’m also sure he still wants you—in bed,” he finished shriveling his lip.
“That’s weird,” I said shaking my head, “I never really thought John thought that about me,”
“Well, now you know,” he paused, “But, really, I can see you’re point. I would rather have that John back, than this one. I can tolerate his sexual comments,”
“Have you talked to him about it?”
“Hell yeah, millions of times. He just gets all pissed off and leaves,” Paul shrugged, “So I’m giving up,”
“You shouldn’t. You never know when you might get through to him,” I said and he just shrugged again. We finished up our tea and headed upstairs for bed. At about 3am, the door buzzer went off. I slowly awoke.
“Paul? Paul did you hear that?” I asked shaking him slightly.
“Yeah,” he said muffled from the pillow. He lifted his head to look at the clock, “Who the hell is here at 3 in the morning!” he said angry.
“I’ll go check it out,” I said getting up.
“I’ll be right down, just got to put some clothes on,” Paul said. I made my way to the door and opened it. John stood in front of me looking rather glum.
“John? What are you doing here?” I asked as he walked past me.
“Is Paul here?” he asked.
“Yeah, he’s upstairs getting some clothes on,” I said and John just nodded walking over to the couch.
“What, no comment?” I asked following him.
“What do you mean?”
“No, ‘ah, you and Paulie were going at it again aye’?” I asked imitating him. A small smile appeared on his face.
“Nah,” he said sitting down. I sat in front of him.
“So, what brings you here?” I asked him and he turned to me. He looked at my chest than back up to my face.
“Are we a little chilly Liv’?” he asked that grin I had been missing glued to his face. I shook my head and laughed.
“No, actually I’m perfect,” I said not covering myself. He laughed.
“Ah, you’ve learned my luv,” he said smiling.
“You what?”
“You’ve learned not to be embarrassed in front of me. You know I like it,” he said winking. I shook my head and pulled a blanket over me causing him to laugh whole heartedly. I smiled sadly.
“I’ve missed you John,” I blurted. He stopped laughing and looked at me.
“You’ve missed me? Ah, so you were secretly in love with me….” He said that glimmer in his eyes. I laughed.
“You caught me,” I said joking around, “But seriously, I miss this John,”
“Are you off you’re rocker?” he asked clearly confused.
“Well, I-, I just-” I stammered and looked down at my hands. John lifted my chin to look at me.
“What is it Liv’?” he asked sincere.
“I can’t believe you aren’t coming to our wedding,” I said and he pulled back slightly.
“I’ve got something scheduled,” he said with no emotion. Something was going on here.
“And you can’t reschedule it?” I asked he shrugged.
“I don’t know,”
“Look John, I don’t know if I’m the one who should be telling you this but-” I paused and he looked at me.
“But what?”
“John you’ve changed,” I said, “Yoko’s changed you,”
“For the better,” he replied and I shook my head.
“No, not for the better John. I know that you may think you love her, and well, maybe you do, but, I don’t think you are meant to be,” I said quietly. I thought for sure he’d blow his top, but he didn’t. He just looked at me.
“How’s that?”
“Well, I’m not saying she’s not a wonderful person, because she very well could be. I don’t know her personally to judge, all I have is stories-“
“Stories that Paul bloody tells you?” he said rather angrily. I winced.
“Yes, but, as I was saying, she could really be a wonderful person…but I don’t think she’s wonderful for you,” I paused not knowing if he understood. He nodded.
“Go on,” he said and I took a deep breath.
“I think everybody has someone out there that makes them a better person. For instance, Paul and myself. Davy and I weren’t wonderful for each other, and neither were Paul and Jane. I was continually trying to change Davy and Paul and Jane were continually trying to change each other. Paul and me, well, we’ve never asked each other to change…because we love each other the way we are. I believe that you shouldn’t have to change for each other, and that’s all Yoko is trying to do to you—change you.”
“I can see that,” John said. He didn’t say anything more so I continued,
“Look at yourself John….you have long hair down to your shoulders, and you’re letting a woman control you. That’s not like you. As much as George, Paul, and Ringo are a part of the Beatles, you are the soul. You created the Beatles. You were that little rebel, with the DA haircut and tight pants, listening to no one but yourself. You’re John Lennon! The smart ass, witty, rocker, who doesn’t take crap from anyone!” I said smiling and he laughed, “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” John sighed.
“I mean, I remember specifically one day you coming over for the soul purpose of yelling at Paul for sending the ‘dark angel’ as you called her, to you front door. I remember feeling so bad for her because you absolutely hated her. Then overnight, you were all in love and she’s controlling you. I don’t understand John,”
“Neither do I,” he said looking confused.
“Neither do you?”
“No. I don’t really remember much about that night. I remember humoring her and singing with her thinking solely that after this, she’ll bloody leave me alone. Then, the next thing I know, we’re having breakfast in me kitchen; me wondering what the hell just happened. Then Cyn burst in, and,” he shook his head.
“Cyn loves you John,” I said and he looked up at me sadly.
“And I love Cyn, but I fucked it up,” he said angrily. I was completely shocked that John was responding this way, “You’re right. About everything---Paul was right. I came over actually because I was getting annoyed with Yoko and needed to get away—I wanted to talk to Paul about it…hear his thoughts. She keeps telling me what to do, and it’s getting under me skin…plus, I was missing Cyn….” He smiled, “Hey, I rhymed,”
“John are you just messing with me?” I asked still not believing I was the one to make him understand. Maybe he just needed the talk one more time, and if it had been Paul, he still would’ve understood. He laughed.
“No, you just made sense,”
“But Paul said he told you the same thing…” I started and John laughed again shaking his head.
“Paul…” he laughed, “I love him. I really do. He’s the brother I never had. I look out for him, though he doesn’t know it,” he looked at me and I smiled.
“I’m not going to tell him anything,” I said and he smiled.
“Anytime that stupid bloke does something close to dangerous, I’m all out of me wits scared for him! Who would’ve guessed that lovable little mop top would get me?” he laughed, “But yeah, I love him to death…would do anything for him. But, man, he can really piss me off sometimes,”
“What do you mean?”
“When he was trying to tell me about Yoko. I was listening to him, and at times I would agree, but the bloke has this thing about being honest—so of course he says all these horrible things about Yoko, cuz, he’s being honest! However, he’s just pissing the living daylights outta me as he does it. Afterwards, it actually just made me want to hang around Yoko more—knowing it pissed Paul off,”
“He was only trying to help you see,” I said feeling bad for Paul. John laughed.
“I know that, and it turns out he was right. But he could’ve phrased it like you,”
“So you really agree with me and Paul?” I asked and he nodded.
“Yeah, I do. You’re right; she’s not wonderful for me. I’m bloody John Lennon! No woman tells me what to do, or any other person for that matter. And she didn’t like Paul either; said some cruel stuff about him, sending me in fits. I just,” he stopped at looked down at his hands, then back up to me. I swear I saw tears forming in his eyes.
“What?”
“What am I going to do about Cyn? I know I never treated her as well as I should’ve of, but I really do love her. And she never asked me to change, and I never asked her too,” he said putting his head in his hands, “Liv’, will you talk to her for me?”
“Me?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’ll have to talk to her sometime, but will you just try and calm her down for me? I want her back, I want Julian,”
“I will under one condition,” I said smiling to break the sadness.
“What’s that?”
“Cut you’re hair,” He smiled.
“Hey, I don’t take commands from women,” I shrugged, “But, since it’s you, I will. How ‘bout you give me a hair cut?” he asked excitedly.
“What’s this about a hair cut?” Paul asked entering the room. I looked over at him and smiled. He must’ve fallen back to sleep or something.
“Ah, you’re ‘wife to be’ here, is going to give me a haircut,” John smiled and I laughed.
“Now, I never said that,”
“How about you Paulie? Will you give me a haircut?” John said kneeling before Paul. Paul looked down at him.
“You’re daft. I don’t know how to cut hair,”
“Ah, come ‘ead, it can’t be that hard,” John said removing a chair from the dining room, “By the way, I’m coming to your wedding,” he said. Paul and I were surprised.
“You are!? Since when?” Paul asked looking over at me. I swear I saw a hint of a smile as if he knew something I didn’t.
“Ah, I ain’t going to plant no bloody acorn. I’ll leave that for the squirrels and Yoko,” John replied, “I’ll be back,” he said leaving the room. Paul watched him go then turned to me.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
“Well thanks, but what do you mean?”
“The way you finally made John see! After all, he really is, John Lennon,” Paul laughed. I opened my mouth.
“You were eavesdropping!” I said. He put a finger up to his mouth.
“Shhh,” he said, “I’m not supposed to know that he loves me and gets out of sorts when I do dangerous things…” he smirked.
“Paul McCartney! I thought you had just fallen back asleep. I didn’t think you were spying,” I said shaking my head but laughing.
“Well, I came down and heard you talking to him, so I figured I would just stay and listen a bit. Then when he started agreeing with you, I just decided to wait till you were done. Didn’t want to ruin it,” Paul explained, “but this is fabulous!”
“What’s fabulous?” John asked appearing with a pair of scissors, “Did you tell Olivia about the new song you have for her?” Paul raised his eyebrows and made a face at John. I looked up at Paul.
“What?” I asked him.
“You seriously want me to cut your hair?” Paul asked trying to get away from the subject.
“I wouldn’t trust anyone else,” John responded, “Sorry, mate, but I think she’s curious now,” he sat down and handed Paul the scissors. Paul groaned.
“Paulie, you didn’t tell me you wrote another song!” I said smiling.
“That’s cuz I wasn’t going to tell you,” he said.
“What? Why not?”
“Because, I don’t want you to get sick of me writing songs for you…I do it all the time,” he said smiling only a little. I got up and walked over to him, giving him a kiss.
“Paul, I’ll never get sick of hearing your songs…whether they’re inspired by me or not. Every song, needs some form of inspiration, and I’m glad that I’m yours.” He smiled.
“You are my inspiration for life,” he said quietly kissing.
“Ahh, come on, what about me hair!?” John interrupted.
“Yes, well, I think you should go to a barber. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” Paul laughed.
“I don’t want to wait for a barber,” John answered putting the sheet over himself, “Just cut it the way I used to have it,” I smiled as I sat and watched the two of them--happy things were going to be back to normal.
“I don’t know how to do that! You should really get the person that does these hair cuts,” Paul complained.
“You want me to call bloody Astrid do ya? Stop being a sissy, and cut!” John ordered.
“Alright, but don’t get mad at me if it doesn’t turn out right,” Paul said taking a breath, “What are you doing here so early anyway?”
“Ah, I was getting bloody frustrated with Yoko…had to get away. But enough of her, she’s whacked,” John said.
“Really? That’s what I was trying to tell you, you know,” Paul said acting as if he hadn’t heard our conversation.
“Yes, well, you could’ve said it a bit nicer. Though, I understand you were just being honest,” John said as Paul cut a piece of hair and it fell to the floor, “Ah, he cut the first piece of hair!”
“Ah, shurrup John!” Paul said through smiles, “Love, will you come help me?”
“What makes you think I know how?” I asked.
“Cuz you’re a girl, you have to know how. It’s natural,” Paul said with sad eyes.
“It is not natural, but I’ll have a bash,” I said getting up.
“Well, you better learn now, cuz if that baby in there is a boy, you’ve got to learn,” John said.
“No, I’ll just take him to a barber,” I laughed and stood next to Paul, “I can just do all of it.”
“Really? Do you know how?” he asked.
“Yes, actually I do.”
“See it is natural!” John laughed.
“No, I used to help my mom cut Fig’s hair, and he wanted it just like you guys,” I said, “So I had to be taught,”
“Ah, whatever. Cut away, luv!” John said and I did so, “And Paulie, why don’t you play some lovely ‘Barber Music’ for us, aye?” he asked raising his eyebrows. Paul rolled his eyes.
“Yes please,” I begged.
“Fine,” he said reaching over for his guitar leaning against the couch. He began strumming, “Just to let you know, I’m planning on giving it to Peter Asher to sing…if that’s alright,”
“Of course it is,” I said smiling and he began to sing.

Nobody I know, could love me more than you
You can give me so much love it seems untrue.
Listen to the bird, who sings it to the tree,
And then when you heard him, see if you agree,
Nobody I know could love you more than me.

Everywhere I go the sun comes shining through,
Everyone I know is sure it shines for you.
Even in my dreams, I look into your eyes,
Suddenly it seems, I’ve found a paradise,
Everywhere I go, the sun comes shining through.

It means so much, to be a part,
Of a heart, of a wonderful one,
When other lovers are gone,
We’ll live on, we’ll live on.

After wards John and I clapped, John going a little overboard.
“Whoo-hoo! Go Macca!” he yelled. Paul stood up and rolled his eyes, fixing his hair and he tended to do when he was nervous.
“Thanks,” he said. John hopped off the chair and looked at himself in the mirror shaking his head around.
“Does it look to your pleasing, your highness?” I asked, Paul at my side, and he looked as if he was thinking.
“I think it looks fab! Love, you should cut me hair from now on,” Paul said and I just laughed.
“Yes, it is to my pleasing. Thanks a ton,” John said bowing.
“You’re very welcome. And welcome back, Johnny,”
“Yes, indeed.” Paul agreed.
“I should probably be off…got to get Yoko out of me house. Don’t forget to talk to Cyn, luv,” John reminded me.
“I won’t, but you really are serious?” I asked making sure. He smiled sincerely.
“To the grave,” he said, “I’ll talk to you kids tomorrow.”
“Alright, ta, John!” Paul yelled.
“Bye John!” I yelled afterwards and shut the door.
“Wow, that was interesting, and great,” Paul said shaking his head in disbelief. I nodded.
“I can’t believe he listened to me,” I said shaking me head. Paul huffed,
“It’s cuz he still wants ya,”
“Oh, knock it off! That’s gross,” I laughed, shoving him, making him laugh.
“Its true love,” he said shrugging and smiling.
“Well, he can never have me. He knows that. I’m in love with his ‘brother’,” I said making quotations with my hands. Paul laughed.
“Yes, that was rather touching—to be honest. Never knew he really cared that much,”
“I wish you two would just confront each other about that. You not wanting me to tell him that you look up to him and he’s like a brother to you, and him not wanting you to know how he feels. It’s driving me crazy,” I said hands up in the air. Paul laughed again.
“Oh love, we’re men! We don’t show our emotions like you girlies do,” he said in a deep voice and I laughed.
“Yes well, manly man, I’m going to go to bed. I’m dead tired,” I said yawning and noticing it was now 5am.
“I shall join you,” Paul said and we once again headed up stairs for bed, this time not being interrupted. The next morning I went over to talk to Cyn. It was rather difficult at first, because she was so hurt and didn’t believe me, but after talking she agreed to speak to John before putting through the final steps of the divorce. Paul and I watched Julian while Cyn and John were out for the afternoon—it made me more excited to have a kid of our own. When Cyn came to pick up Julian she was not alone. Standing next to her, with a huge grin, was indeed John—holding her hand. He said it was rather tough getting rid of Yoko, and she blamed everything on Paul and I, only making John more frustrated. However, she was now gone, and John and Cyn were going to start round two of their marriage. John promised to take better care of Cyn and Julian. For the next few weeks, we all, including the other Beatles hung out like old times—it was truly great. I called my family as wells as the group to tell them that Paul was flying them in June 14. They all agreed that it would work out and were completely excited. I was counting down the days till Paul and I would become Mr. and Mrs. McCartney.

Chapter 36 (The Wedding Chapter)