Chapter 36

I turned from the little window of the church, to stare at the white dress hanging in front of me. I touched it softly and smiled—this was the happiest day of my life and it was times like these that I can’t help but look back. I try and picture my life without Paul, and it seems almost impossible.

I remember how happy I thought I was with Davy

I laughed to myself,

I was so young then. I didn’t really know what I was doing. I moved to Malibu and fell in love—or so I thought. Then years into what I thought was meant to last, I have the chance of a life time. I remember not knowing how to react when we won front row and backstage tickets to none other than The Beatles. Inside I felt so excited and knew something big was going to happen, I just didn’t know HOW big….

I sat down on the little couch in front of the dress and just smiled remembering, the first time I saw Paul in person

I remember noticing Paul looking at me, and his eyes sending unsure shivers down my spine. I immediately became scared, because there was something that seemed so deep, as if I’d known him for years. I remember smiling shyly at him making him return with none other than his wonderful charm. As I moved across the room towards him, Brittany sat down instead. Totally catching me off guard, and slightly annoyed, I took a seat next to George Harrison. Ah, good old Georgie. He really was great. I feel horrible no—the things we must’ve made him feel then. Nevertheless, at the time I was really intrigued and decided to try something with him—however, getting closer to Paul the entire time.

I searched my mind for more memories and had to laugh at the first time I ever actually hung out with them….

I looked over to the only filled bed to see Paul sleeping soundly and snoring softly

I laughed because he didn’t snore so softly anymore.

I sat in front of him and looked at him…he looked so sweet and adorable. Not knowing what was controlling my every move; I reached out and carefully swept the loose piece of hair lying across his forehead. He stirred, making me jump, but didn’t wake….then we had a fun filled day at the pool. Ah, the pool—who could forget that? ‘Guess you found me luv,’ he said then—those words were engrained in my brain and I couldn’t stop thinking about that moment for weeks. The way he caught me so gently underwater, and held me close. It was then, I truly felt the spark. There was something about him, something so intriguing I needed it—I needed him, and it was only the second day.

“Oh, there’s my little girl!” I turned to the door to see my mother and Aunt Jin walk in. They both approached me and gave me hugs and kisses.
“How are you feeling? Any cold feet?” Aunt Jin asked. I smiled and shook my head.
“Oh no, there’s no second thoughts here,” I said through smiles, and a tear fell from my mom’s eyes.
“I’ve been waiting for my girl to get married, and finally the day is here! Oh, you’re going to be so happy with him,” she said smiling. I smiled trying not to choke up myself.
“I know…I’m so happy already. He’s the greatest man in the world—I really, really love him,” I said, “How’s he doing?” Aunt Jin smiled.
“Oh, he’s being Paul. You know, excited and making sure everything is perfect,” I smiled thinking of him. I hadn’t seen his since early this morning—and already I missed him terribly.
“How’s the press? Is it bad?” I asked, and they both made a face.
“Well, there’s not too much in the building, but there’s quite a pack outside,” I frowned.
“Can’t give us any privacy….” I said mustering up a smile. That was one thing I was definitely tired of when it came to The Beatles lifestyle. I hated having to share my life with them, and I wasn’t even one! I couldn’t imagine what they were feeling.
“It’s Paul, dear, he’s the last of the Beatles to get married,” my mother said to me, “It makes since that there is a lot of press today,”
“I know,” I sighed.
“Well, we’ll let you be to get ready, but we just wanted to see how you were doing,” Aunt Jin said, leaning over to me and hugging me gently.
“Thank you,” I said. She smiled and left the room, leaving just my mom and me. She cried and I had to smile, “Don’t cry mom,”
“But I’m so happy for you! You’re going to look so beautiful and Paul looks so handsome. You really are the perfect couple…” she said hugging me.
“Thank you mom,”
“I love you Olivia,” she said to me. Again I choked back the tears.
“I love you mom,” I told her. She kissed my forehead and stroked my cheek.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” she smiled. I nodded.
“In a bit,” I responded. She kissed me one last time and left the room. I smiled and sat back down facing the dress. I had almost an hour before I was to walk down the aisle, and my hair was already done, leaving the dress the last and missing piece. I skipped ahead in time in my mind….

I remember sitting with him alone on their bed waiting for George. He was so cute the way he flustered himself, trying to give me compliments. I remember my heart fluttering as he began to speak saying ‘Olivia I think I-‘. As I look back now, I believe I really did know at that moment what he was going to say, especially after the way he neglected the subject when I asked him on our walk--in which I became terrible jealous after he winked with the cashier helping us.

I laughed to myself again, wondering how I could’ve been so stupid and why I didn’t just tell Paul to begin with. I skipped again to the first time he kissed me.

He was high at the time, but when his lips touched mine, I forgot about anything and everything. The only thing I could think about was Paul, and how him with me felt so right—but I was too scared to admit it to myself. The feeling was so strong, unlike anything I had ever felt, and so soon, that I couldn’t give in to it. It was too unfamiliar and new. After that, our secret kisses became many and closer together. There were so many good feelings though everything we were doing was wrong! But when I was with him, it didn’t feel wrong—not even close. Those times were so confusing for the both of us, and I remember getting so mad at him. I hated how he was such a flirter and continuously told me he ‘had to it’. I understood it, but didn’t want to. I wanted him.

There was a knock at the door interrupting my thoughts. I turned.
“Come in,” I yelled. The door opened and my three best friends ran in to greet me.
“Oh, I’m so glad you guys are here!” I said hugging them all.
“So are we, we thought we would never get here with all the press!” Sara said.
“Oh, Olivia, I’m so happy for you!” Brittany said.
“I don’t want you to leave and get married!” Emily cried latching onto me. Brittany made a face.
“Come on Em, she hasn’t lived by us for over three years,” Brittany responded.
“I know, but now that’s she’s gonna be married she’s not going to come visit as often,” Emily whined. I laughed.
“Emily, that’s nonsense. It’s going to be no different,” I said.
“But you’re going to have a baby! You’ll have to stay home with it,” she whispered.
“Yeah, congrats on that Olivia,” Sara smiled. I returned the smile.
“Thanks guys,” I responded, “And Emily, maybe we’ll just have to fly you guys up to stay with us…”
“Oh really?! You would!?” she asked excitedly.
“Yes, really. Paul and I have been talking about it for quite some time now.”
“That would be great…” Brittany said, “We have so many memories….”
“I know, I’ve been kinda reminiscing with myself already,” I said getting sad. We really had some good times. There was a knock on the door and it opened just a crack. It was my mom.
“Girls, we have to get seated now, the ceremony is going to start soon,” she informed us. I took and big breath and smiled.
“Congrats again, and talk to you after you’re married!” Brittany squealed, “Come on, let’s go back out to the guys,” I laughed, and suddenly I remembered.
“Hey Brittany,” I called after her. She turned stayed in the room as the others left.
“Yeah Olivia?”
“Is, is Davy here?” I asked and her face fell. She looked to the floor not speaking, “He’s not is he….”
“No, he’s not,” she said sadly looking up at me, “I’m so sorry Olivia….I know how you wanted him to come and we told him that—but he said he couldn’t do it,” she explained. I smiled sadly.
“I understand, it just would’ve been nice you know? He was such a huge part of my life for a while….”
“I know, I’m sorry, again—but don’t let it ruin your day. This is YOUR day…you are in love and getting married to a wonderful man,” she smiled and I had to smile in return.
“You’re right. I’m not going to let it get to me,”
“There you go! Well, I gotta go!” she smiled. I laughed.
“Alright, see you later,” I said waving her goodbye. I sighed.

Nothing matters anymore. Paul and I are finally together, and have been for the last three years. I’m going of officially bind myself to him forever, and my nerves are barely taking the excitement I feel for my future to come with Paul. I love him more than anyone will ever know…more than anything I’ve ever known.

I looked at the clock. A half hour left. I reached for the dress—It was time.

****He continuously paced the room wondering how the press found out so quickly. He thought his plan was fool proof!
“I need a ciggie,” he said to himself and he moved to the window. He didn’t want his tux smelling of smoke. He opened it a crack and lit. He took a big drag to calm his nerves. He was so excited about this moment and had been waiting for so long, another hour, he wasn’t sure he could do. He glanced down the street at the swarm of press already beginning to form by the doors. He sighed and took another drag. He missed her already. She left early this morning to get things done for the wedding—hair, makeup, nails, all that bit. He woke up to see her off, and couldn’t get back to sleep. He smiled thinking of her. She was so beautiful—the way her long blonde hair laid against her back, and the way she tucked it behind her ears when she was embarrassed or nervous. Her smile that lit up a whole room and cheered everyone’s spirits the minute she did it. Her laugh, more like a giggle—he always thought it was adorable. Then there were her eyes. Her beautiful, sparkling, green eyes--he often told himself--were what really drew him to her. Of course, she was gorgeous in every aspect, no body could argue that, but the minute he looked into her eyes he felt like he knew her—hell, at that moment he needed her—wanted her. He smiled and tried to remember the first time he saw her….that wonderful night in 1964….

‘Cor, this blimey crowd is huge’! He remembered thinking at the concert that night, ‘I wonder if there’s going to be any lucky birds for me to pull tonight’.

He laughed thinking of himself and the way he was back then. Anything to get a good lay—that seemed to be his moto.

He figured he would scan the crowd, just for a look. He started in the back, working his way forward. Ah she’s nice, oo, so is she, but wait, what’s this? He remembered being taken aback by the beauty of a rather young, maybe 18 or 19 year old girl sitting in the front row. ‘Now she’s a looker’, he thought. ‘Wonder what it would be like having her in bed’, he laughed at himself as he continued to shout the lyrics that he could so easily sing without thinking. ‘I’d probably make her day’, he laughed. He took his eyes off her, but suddenly had to look again. She was like a magnet, pulling his gaze towards her. He noticed her look directly at him this time and so he thought, ‘I’ll give her the ‘ol McCartney Charm’. And so he did, immediately she blushed and gave him a rather dashing and sexy smile. He almost fainted…but composed himself. She was gorgeous! She had an innocent pure look about her…he was immediately attached and intrigued. Afterwards he noticed the man sitting next to her, angrily saying something. Oops, must have been her boyfriend—too bad, he thought rather sad.

He flicked his cigarette out the window, then shut it. He sighed and sat on the couch, flipping on the telly. There really wasn’t anything that was interesting to him at the moment and his mind quickly drifted off….

’I’m Olivia’ she introduced herself, along with her friends backstage. Their gazed locked on one another and he was immediately lost in her beauty and her eyes, almost choking on his words, introducing himself. Hm, Olivia, now that’s a pretty name—and her voice—it gave him chills--not to mention a nice little hard on in his pants.

He laughed,
“Haven’t gone down since, have you?” he laughed, talking to his pants, but more himself.

He remembered being so bummed when she began flirting with George, and so he decided to move onto the next girl—though he wasn’t satisfied like he normally was. There was something different about Olivia—he wanted her for more than sex—and that wasn’t normal for him--at this time anyway. ‘Ah, Macca, she’s way to hot for you and she’s way outta your league,’ John had told him that night, ‘I don’t think she’d even let you have a one nights stand with her.’ John finished. He was annoyed and spatted, ‘what makes you think she’ll do it with you then?’ he asked John. John snickered, ‘Ah, I can get into any girls pants—even the innocent ones like her. You just wait’.

He had to laugh again, ‘Sorry, John, not this time’ he thought.

Then, how could he forget the time at the pool? He remembered the day started off rotten, John playing one of his pranks on him—the shaving cream this time. He remembered getting so pissed then halfway through his shower remembering he hadn’t brought in fresh clothes with him. Frustrated even more, he shook it off and wrapped a towel around his waist walking out to the living room, as if he was completely fine and he did this on purpose. He was surprised to find Olivia sitting on the bed there with John. He swallowed and composed himself. The minute he locked eyes with her he had to smile because she was already staring at him, ‘Guess this worked towards my benefit!’ he thought smiling. She blushed severely, and when he told her she was beautiful? Now the look on her face then, was something he’d never forget…and it gave him satisfaction for the rest of the day.

He laughed slightly and shook his head,

Then there was the pool incident…..he was flirting with her the whole time, as the other guys were, but his was different. They just wanted her for sex, he knew that—but he really wanted her. He found he couldn’t stop staring at her, and he tried everyway possible to stand close to her. Feel her accidentally touch him, smell her, or just be in her presence—she drove him so crazy. Then his lucky chance came at a stupid game of Blind’s Man’s Bluff. She was the ‘Blind Woman’ as John called her then, and she was heading towards him. Noticing the others not paying attention he decided not to move, wanting to her to run into him—and that she did. He got shivers down his spine as he wrapped his arms lightly yet firmly around her petite soft waist…her skin was so soft—he loved touching her. She was so cute the way she lied about being in the deep end—he really knew why she almost fell…..

“How’s it going in here Macca? Surviving?” he turned to the familiar faces of his mates.
“Hey! Ah, I’m trying,” he smiled as they sat down next to him.
“Are you nervous?” Ringo asked.
“Not really. I just want everything to be perfect for her, you know,” Paul replied. George nodded,
“Yeah, that’s how I was with Pattie. But truthfully, I’m glad it’s over though,” he laughed and the others joined.
“I’ll have to agree with you…as much as I’ve been waiting for this day, I can’t wait till it’s bloody over with,” Paul agreed.
“Just think, I could’ve got to her first,” John snickered. Paul gave him a stare, but quickly recovered with a smile.
“You must be losing your touch mate,” Paul replied shrugging.
“It is funny though, thinking she was with me first,” George said, “I remember thinking at one time she was the one, then it wasn’t even weeks later I realized that she had a thing for you the whole time and vice versa,” he laughed. Paul smiled sadly.
“George, I’m so sorry about all that,” he began.
“Ah, don’t worry bout it Paul. She wasn’t the right one, I know that. I love Pattie. I think you and Olivia are meant to be,”
“I know, but I’m sorry you had to be in the middle of it all,” Paul apologized again. He felt terrible—although he was happier now than he had ever been.
“Don’t think about it Paul, it’s alright. I’ve been over it for quite some time now,” George laughed.
“Have you lads seen her?” Paul asked curious.
“We can’t tell you that! You’re to know nothing about the bride till the time comes, you know tradition,” John smiled. Paul sighed.
“Yeah, screw tradition, I miss her. I want to know how she’s doing,” he said.
“I’ll tell ya, she’s fine—but that’s it,” John said pointing a finger at Paul. Paul laughed.
“Alright, that’ll do,” he said pulling out another cigarette and walking to the window, “How much longer do I have?”
“Oh, about 40 minutes,” Ringo answered, “So, we should get going. Just wanted to talk to you a bit before hand,” Paul turned and smiled.
“Thanks guys, this means a lot. That you’re here, I mean,” he said specifically looking to John. John smiled.
“Ah, we’d never miss the big day for our Paul,” he laughed and Paul rolled his eyes.
“Talk to you later mates,” he said waving them out. They all left and Paul returned to the window thinking once again of Olivia….and the first time he actually had the guts to kiss her….

How well doing marijuana worked into his plan--she didn’t know he was pretty tolerant to it, and blamed it all on the pot. But he could tell she liked it, and God knows, he did. Afterwards, he almost wished he hadn’t because it only made him want to be nearer to her—to be able to kiss her lips anytime he wanted, to be able to hold her, make love to her…..It’s funny how much they actually went through, so much misery, but in his mind it was all worth it. He was in love with the most beautiful woman in the world, and to boot, she was having his baby. He felt bad flirting with all those girls back in those days, knowing she knew and it was killing her. But she played havoc with his emotions as well—telling him one minute she wanted him, then leaving for George or back with Davy. Oo, he hated Davy—even to this day, and he didn’t have the slightest clue why. Because he had her before he did? Maybe, but they both did things to each other that weren’t the kindest, but they felt they needed to. In order to makes things work, they felt they needed to do whatever it was they did, hurtful or not…he didn’t even remember half of it anymore. It seemed so petty now. However, he never really thought she truly understood it was killing him inside as well, flirting with all those girls who liked him just because he was Paul McCartney. He really didn’t care for them at all, didn’t even like pretending, but he had to, didn’t he?

He shook off that last question not wanting to get angry at himself, in fear that she was right all along,

It doesn’t matter now. They’re together, they’re in love. And in minutes, he was going to watch her walk down the aisle to him.

He shuddered in excitement, put out his cigarette, and walked to his tux. He took a deep breath,
“It’s time,” he said to himself****


I stood behind the doors, next to my dad, leading to the main portion of the church.
“Are you ready dear?” my dad asked quietly and with a smile.
“More than ever,” I replied. In minutes the doors would open, and I would see the select group Paul and I had invited, sitting there watching me walk down the aisle. But most of all there will be…..Paul. There he was. I smiled as the doors opened, and the music played. He was the first thing I saw. I slowly made my way down towards the love of my life---the man of my dreams. I couldn’t see him quite clearly, through my veil, but I could see his bright, loving smile. I smiled back hoping he would see it. He winked at me and I couldn’t help but laugh out of nervousness and love. I gave quick smiles to Paul’s family, my own, as well as all of our friends. Finally, what seemed like forever, I made it to my destination…up with Paul, accompanied by his brother, as best man. I turned to face my dad, who leaned in and kissed my veil covered cheek.
“I love you,” he whispered. I smiled, tears forming, but not falling.
“I love you too dad,” I whispered in return as he took his seat and I went to stand in front of Paul. He took my hands in his.
“Hello love,” he said softly. I smiled.
“Hello,” The preacher began reading and I almost tuned him out, just paying attention to Paul’s eyes. I was the luckiest girl in the world…I hope every girl finds love as true and wonderful as this—because without it, you just aren’t complete. As I’ve found, without Paul, I’m not complete. We had planned on writing our own vows, so I had no clue to what Paul was going to say. I drew away from my thinking as Paul began speaking,
“I, Paul McCartney, take you Olivia, to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live.” He finished smiling, and it was getting harder for me to hold my tears of love and joy. I smiled.
“And I, Olivia Newton, take you, Paul, to be my friend, my lover, the father of my children and my husband. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity, I love you,” I finished with Paul smiling, and almost choking up himself. The preacher continued,
“Paul McCartney, do you take Olivia Newton to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, till death parts you?”
“I do,” Paul answered, and I slipped the ring on his finger.
“And do you, Olivia Newton, take Paul McCartney to be your lawfully wedded husband through sickness and in health, till death parts you?”
“I do,” I said. Mike handed Paul my ring, and he softly placed it on my left ring finger.
“With the powers vested in me, and God as my witness, I now pronounce you man and wife. Mr. McCartney, you may kiss your bride,” the preacher smiled. Paul swallowed, and slowly lifted the veil from my face. He laughed softly.
“Ah, don’t cry love,” he said touching my cheek lightly. I smiled and he took me in his arms and kissed me. We pulled away and everybody clapped as the music began once again. Paul and I were off to our reception held in our garden. As we got outside, swarms of fans and reporters crowded us—everybody shouting questions--some not so nice. We had police surrounding us, keeping them away as we tried to make it to our car. Paul held onto me tight, as he always did when we were surrounded. Finally we made it into the car and began the journey home. Paul and I held hands, sitting close.
“How do you feel Mrs. McCartney?” Paul asked with a smile. Wow, I was Mrs. McCartney.
“Excellent, and very in love. And you, Mr. McCartney?”
“Just the same,” he said leaning down to kiss me.

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