Chapter 37

By the time we got back to our house, there was press and fans everywhere. My eyes widened,
“Holy crap, there’s a lot of people here,” I said. Paul sighed heavily.
“I figured this would happen,” he started, and then looked behind us at all the family and friends following for the reception/party, “We’ll just have to make a dash for it,” he finished looking at me and smiling. I smiled in return, “I love you, and today was wonderful,”
“I love you too,” I said leaning in to kiss him. The car stopped and press came towards us, camera’s flashing.
“Alright, love, run!” Paul said pushing at me. I opened the door and made a dash for our gate, Paul right behind me. As our friends and family got out of their cars, they realized what was happening and ran for it as well. Somehow in the mess, Paul got ahead of me to open the gates, and as I was running in a huge white dress, I wasn’t as fast as I could’ve been—I just seemed to get farther and farther behind. Paul opened the gates and our guests were flooding themselves in—the press catching up shouting questions.
“How does it feel to be married Paul?”
“You are the last Beatle to get married, how do you think the fans will react?”
“Olivia, are you ready for your life with a Beatle?”
“Olivia, why wasn’t Davy Jones at the wedding?” One after another. Paul and I both ignored them, and I just kept going forward towards Paul.
“Come on love!” Paul shouted at me, holding the gates shut from the press and fans, but waiting to open them for me. I made a dash towards him, and just as I neared him, I felt a yank on my hair and dress. I went flying backwards, landing on the dirt, “Olivia!” I heard Paul shout. I looked up angry and saw three girls staring down at me.
“Why did you have to take Paul away from us!?” one glared at me.
“He was ours! We don’t need you!” another shouted and kicked me rather hard.
“Hey!” I yelled, pushing her away trying to get up. She shoved me back down, and one girl started pulling my hair, rather hard, and another grabbed my dress ripping it. I pushed at their hands, but I couldn’t grip them to get them away from my face.
“Paul’s ours!” They shouted at me, hitting at me, one slapping me across the face. As they tugged at my hair and dress, spitting on me, tears formed in my eyes. For one, it hurt and secondly they were ruining the most precious day of my life.
“Olivia! Cor, Olivia where are you!?” I heard Paul shouting, and his voice seemed near. I tried to shout, but only crackled.
“I’m over here!” I managed to get out.
“Oh, poor girl—she’s crying,” one girl snickered, making the others join in laughter, then spit on me.
“Like we care—get away from Paul and we’ll leave you alone,” one threatened.
“No, you’ll leave her alone right now!” I heard Paul boom from behind the three girls. They all stopped tugging at me and turned to look at him—I looked up and Paul was furious. He pushed them away from me, “What the bloody hell do you girls think you’re doing!? Get away from her!” he yelled, making them flinch back. He bent over to pick me up,
“Oh, love, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, holding me. The press saw the action and huddled over around us. I stood next to Paul, hair a complete knot and pieces of my dress lying on the ground detached. I wiped the tears from my eyes and stared at the girls angrily. I wasn’t one to be rude and unkind, but they made me so mad. Paul was NOT theirs and he never was….he was just a bloody rock star!
“Uh, well,” one girl started, “We love you Paulie,” Paul just glared.
“And you think I’ll appreciate this?” he shook his head and rubbed my back, kissing my cheek, “Some of you fans are completely bonkers—treating others like this--can’t you bloody birds see that I’m in love with her!? If you love me so much, won’t you let me be happy? I’m not going to bloomin’ stop singing; I’m just married for heaven’s sake! Really, nothings changed!” he said firmly. One girl started crying.
“We’re sorry Paul—we didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said.
“She just took you away from us,” another pitched in comforting her friend. I was not at all sympathetic—neither was Paul.
“I’m sorry to break it to you girls, but I was never yours to begin with. I’ve always been Olivia’s—even before we met. She’s the love of me life, can’t you see? Without her I’d be nothing—anything you do to hurt her, hurts me more. Look at this,” Paul said looking at me and wiping another tear away. I wondered if there were any marks on my face, because it stung like mad, “You bloody hurt her! Physically and emotionally! How you could you do that?” Now another girl started crying.
“We’re sorry! We’re sorry we hurt you Paul and, you Olivia. We really do like you, but we just didn’t want you to have Paul. We didn’t want anyone to have Paul,”
“What’s going on out here?” Paul and I turned to see my and his dad walking through the crowd. Their eyes widened when they approached us. They hurried over.
“Olivia, what happened to you?” My dad asked. I diverted my eyes to the girls without saying a word. He turned to glare at them.
“You did this to my daughter?” he asked angrily.
“Dad, it’s alright,” I croaked, not wanting more of a scene—especially with the press there. Paul squeezed me tighter and kissed the top of my head.
“Yes, Rick, we were just talking to them about how horrible this was,” Paul said, glaring at the girls again. Jim frowned at the girls.
“You three should be ashamed of yourselves! Treating these two like animals, and hurting her like this! It’s their wedding day—and look what you’ve done to her, Paul, and her dress?”
“We’re sorry Mr. McCartney, really,” they said.
“I don’t think sorry is going to cut it, they’re going to remember this, how you ruined their wedding day, for the rest of their lives,” my dad said.
“How old are you girls?” Jim asked.
“15,” they all said in unison. Jim shook his head.
“You should be ashamed,” he said again, and sternly added, “Now, go home,”
“Yes, sir,” they replied softly.
“Sorry again Paul and Olivia,” one girl said as they turned. Paul nodded softly, but his face was still as cold as stone.
“Come ‘ead, let’s get you inside,” Paul said and we walked to the door, “Gosh, I’m so sorry love—I shouldn’t have left you behind,” he whispered.
“Don’t worry about it Paul,” I said. The press surprisingly noticed this wasn’t the best time, and they all dispersed. We walked into the house, and everyone turned, smiles fading.
“Holy shit! What happened to you?” John asked standing up pissed off.
“Oh my gosh!” Brittany said covering her mouth. As much as I just wanted to hide in a corner and cry, I tried to control my emotions. I smiled.
“Olivia are you alright?” My brother Tom asked.
“Yeah, you know Paul, he couldn’t wait till tonight,” I said rolling my eyes, creating laughter throughout the room. I smiled and looked up at Paul laughing. He kissed the top of my head, “I’ll be right down, I need to go change,” I said leaving, Paul following. We headed upstairs and I continued on like nothing happened. That was terrifying and I didn’t want to think about it.
“I’m so sorry love,” Paul said again. I smiled and continued to take clothes out of the closet.
“It’s fine—it wasn’t you’re fault,” I said nonchalantly, “Which shirt should I wear?” I asked him holding up two. He just stared at me and I could tell he read the pain all over my face. Silently, Paul came towards me and stopped me—putting the shirts back down on the bed. He took me in his arms and I couldn’t control it any longer, letting it all out, crying, “Why do they have to be like that? I didn’t do anything do them!” I cried.
“I know you didn’t, they’re all insane and incredibly cruel. I’ve tried all this time to keep you away from that—I didn’t think I’d have to worry at our wedding,” he said angrily, still holding me.
“I hate them—all of them. None of you, I mean the Beatles, ever belonged to them, I don’t see why they don’t understand—they’re horrible,” I said still through tears.
“I know, love, I know,” Paul said. He pulled me back to look at my face. He smiled slightly and wiped the tears away, “Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“My face hurts where they hit me and it kinda hurts where they kicked me, but I think I’ll be okay,” I said. Paul pulled back even more in surprise.
“They bloody kicked you!?” he shouted angry, “Cor!”
“It’s okay Paul,” I said just wanting to forget this happened and remember our wedding, not only an hour ago.
“No, it’s not bloody okay! None of it is! Did they kick you in your stomach? The baby better be bloody okay, or I’ll-” he faded breathing angrily though his teeth. I leaned to him and just hugged him. He kissed my neck.
“I’m sure the baby is fine, let’s just go back down stairs and forget about this,” I whispered, ‘Please,”
“Of course love,” Paul whispered kissing my neck again, “I love you,” I pulled back and smiled at him.
“I love you too,” I responded making him smile, “We’re missing out on present time!” He laughed.
“That is true, I’m curious to what they got us,” he said, going with my subject change.
“Yeah,” I said, putting on the rest of my fresh clothes. Paul stayed up with me as I fixed my hair and make-up—and ended up changing himself. I had a slight bruise forming on my right cheek, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been had Paul not found me. We walked downstairs, hand in hand. Everyone smiled as we appeared.
“How does it feel Mr. and Mrs. McCartney?” John asked. Paul laughed.
“Great, thanks,” he smiled, “Thanks for coming guys—all of you. I know some of you had to travel quite a ways,”
“Ah, don’t worry about it, you paid for it!” Micky kidded. Paul laughed and raised his eyebrows.
“That’s very true; you have a point there Mick,”
“So, don’t you guys want to open your presents? I’m so curious to see what you got!” My mom said like a little kid. I laughed.
“Yes, yes, of course,” I said and Paul and I moved over to the pile of gifts.
“Go ahead, love,” Paul said giving one to me. I smiled, kissing him on the cheek, and opened the first present—from anonymous. I laughed as I pulled out a skanky piece of lingerie with a whip. Paul and the other’s, mostly the guys, laughed hysterically.
“Alright, who was this?” I asked holding it up. They just laughed and shrugged.
“Eww! Who did that!?” Emily squealed, making us laugh even more.
“Ah, it’s only a joke Em,” Brittany explained. I felt somewhat embarrassed at (I’m guessing), John’s, little joke—mostly because parents were present.
“How about you open a real present?” Aunt Jin asked giving John a look. He looked at her innocently as Paul snickered with him. I pulled out a different present, which contained different pieces of cooking utensils. They figured since we were now married, we probably would start using the kitchen ourselves rather than Mrs. and Mr. Mills. However, with most of the things, Paul and I decided to bring them to the farm, because that had less then here at Cavendish Ave. We thanked everybody for the gifts, and were just talking.
“Did you want more wine hon?” I asked Paul as he held his empty glass. He smiled.
“Oh, I can get it love,” he said getting up. I laughed and pushed him back down.
“I’m going in there anyway, I’ll get you some,” I responded and took his glass. He laughed.
“Thank you love,”
“Sure, I’ll be back,” I said moving my way into the kitchen. I walked over to the wine cabinet and refilled Paul’s glass, pouring water for myself. I really did enjoy wine, but with a baby it probably wasn’t the best to drink any alcohol. As I put the wine away I heard the buzzer on the door, “I’ll get it,” I yelled to Paul and the others as I was closer in the kitchen than the living room. I set Paul’s glass down and walked over to the door.
“Hello?” I asked in the talk-box. At first nobody answered, “Hello?” I asked again.
“Uh, ‘ello,” I heard a familiar voice and my heart stopped.
“Davy?” I asked surprised.
“Yes,” he replied. Quickly, I opened the gate and went outside to meet him. Seeing him walk up Paul and my driveway was a complete shock for me. He had flowers in his hand and as he stood in front of me all I could do was smile, “These are for you, congratulations on your wedding,” he said, “Sorry I’m late,” Without taking the flowers I reached out and hugged him.
“Davy, I’m so glad you came….I was devastated when I didn’t see you there,” I told him taking the flowers finally and smelling them. He laughed hesitantly.
“Yes, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for the wedding….I didn’t think I could do it. But I realized how stupid that was, and that despite out romantic past, you’re still one of me best friends,” he explained, “and I didn’t want to miss the happiest day of your life,”
“Oh, Davy, that means so much, and you can count on me being at yours,” I said smiling, “I still can’t believe your actually here. You flew all this way?” he nodded,
“Well, I already had a ticket for Manchester to visit my parents, but I used it for this instead,” I smiled.
“Olivia? What are you doing out here?” I heard Paul’s familiar voice from behind me. I moved from Davy and turned. Paul’s face was full of shock, “Davy?” he asked as he approached us and put his arm around me—putting out his cigarette. Davy smiled.
“Hello Paul, congrats on the wedding--,” he paused, “And the baby,” Paul smiled.
“Thanks…er, did you just get here?” he asked and Davy laughed.
“Yes, sorry I missed the main event,” Paul laughed.
“Don’t worry about it man, it’s all happening inside anyway. Come ‘ead,” Paul said light heartedly. I smiled as Davy walked inside with us. We could hear chatter coming from the other room and as we walked in Brittany shrieked.
“Davy! You’re here!” Davy laughed.
“I was being a bit stupid and decided to get over it,” he explained.
“Oh! Everyone, this is Davy. One of my good friends,” I introduced Davy to the rest of the group. Davy smiled and said hello.
“Hi Davy, nice to see you,” My dad said smiling. He hadn’t seen Davy since the Beatles first came to my home years ago.
“You too Rick,” Davy smiled nervously.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Paul asked.
“Oh, she’s back at home. She wasn’t able to make it,” Davy shrugged and Paul nodded.
“Well, son, I think we’re going to head off,” Jim said looking at the clock. Paul smiled and we walked Jim and Auntie Jin to the door. Paul gave his dad and Auntie Jin hugs. His brother unfortunately was out of town and couldn’t make it.
“Thanks for coming guys, and thanks for the wonderful gifts,” Paul said.
“Congratulations you two,” Jim smiled as he moved from Paul to me, hugging me and kissing me on the cheek.
“Thank you,” I smiled. Auntie Jin smiled.
“You looked beautiful today dear,” she said hugging me. I laughed.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“And if you ever need anyone to watch the baby, I’d be glad to do it,” she whispered in my ear. I pulled back and just looked at her completely shocked. She smiled and winked.
“It’s a woman thing dear, we just know,” she said smiling. I smiled awkwardly.
“Are you coming Jin?” Jim asked holding the door open, Paul standing next to him smiling.
“Yes. See you two later! You’ll have to come over for dinner and cobbler soon!” Auntie Jin waved as she followed Jim out. Paul laughed.
“Of course we will, Jin!” he yelled, “Ta!” he shut the door.
“I love her,” I smiled and so did Paul.
“I love you,” he said walking over to me and leaning in for a kiss. I smiled as we embraced for a bit.
“Oh! Sorry!” Paul and I split momentarily as Pattie stood embarrassed in the doorway to the foyer. Paul laughed.
“Ah, we were just kissing Pattie, don’t be sorry,” he said and she laughed.
“I suppose I’ve seen you two do that before,”
“Exactly,” Paul responded, “What’s up?”
“Oh, I was just wondering where the extra wine was, George and John are out,” she said. Paul laughed.
“Ah, make ‘em drink water,” he laughed joined by me and Pattie.
“Oh Paul,” I said pushing him slightly, “They’re in the cabinet above the refrigerator,”
“Thanks,” Pattie said leaving for the kitchen. Paul groaned.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked him.
“I love our friends and family, but I wish they would all leave. I want to be with you alone,” he said looking sad. I smiled and kissed him.
“So do I, and we will, later,” I said, “Now come on, we have guests,” I said taking his hand and leading him back into the living room, where everybody was talking about something or other.
“What’s the conversation topic?” Paul asked sitting down and pulling me on his lap.
“Oh, we were just talking about how we all met,” Davy said, surprisingly cheery. I was surprised how much seeing him happy made me happy. Paul laughed.
“Ah, yes—that fateful night in ’64,”
“Oh man, that was awesome!” Brittany said, “I still can’t believe I’ve friends with you guys,”
“I can’t believe I’m friends with you either,” John said with a face. Cynthia slugged him lightly as Brittany frowned.
“Whatever, you know you like me,”
“No, it was Paulie here who liked you—the rest of us never really cared for you that much,” John responded making Brittany roll her eyes.
“Isn’t that weird?” Peter asked suddenly.
“What?” Micky asked.
“How we all got here? I mean, like you said, when we all first met, it was Paul and Brittany, Olivia and Davy, then Olivia and George, John and Sara for a bit—and now it’s Paul and Olivia, us back to normal, and Davy with someone new-Vanessa.” We all nodded.
“Yeah, it is kinda weird if you think about it. You know? You wonder if some of the stuff that happened never did, if we would still be here,” Sara said.
“I think we would,” Paul said.
“You believe in fate?” Brittany asked. Paul shrugged.
“I don’t know if I believe in fate per say…I mean, I believe everyone has someone they’re meant to be with, and I believe Olivia and I are meant to be—along with all you guys,” he explained. Brittany nodded.
“I agree with you there,” she said.
“I think it’s time for us to head back to the hotel,” My dad said. I smiled, Paul was probably happy.
“Okay, I’ll walk you,” I said.
“So will I,” Paul said getting up after me. We walked my brother Tom, my dad, and my mom to the door. We all gave hugs.
“Thanks for coming,” Paul said smiling.
“No need for thanks son,” my dad said, “We wouldn’t have missed it. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to my little girl,” he hugged me. Paul beamed.
“Well, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me,” he said smiling at me and taking me in his arms. My mom sighed.
“Such a romance—you guys could be in a movie,” she said. Paul and I laughed.
“Thanks Carol,” he said and she immediately frowned—hitting him as she did Christmas’s ago.
“Carol,” my dad sighed and Paul just laughed.
“What did I do this time? You said I was to call you Carol,” he grinned.
“Yes, but now you can call me mom, duh!” she said making me laugh along with Paul and the rest of my family.
“Mom’s deprived from the Space Needle,” Tom said and Paul burst out laughing.
“We’ll call you before we leave tomorrow,” me dad said hugging me one more time, “Congratulations you two,”
“Thanks dad,” I smiled. They all walked outside and we waved them goodbye. Paul laughed.
“Cor, I love your family,” he said shaking his head. I rolled my eyes.
“Our baby’s going to have an interesting grandmother,” I said and Paul laughed.
“I never thought of that!” I laughed, “Well, families down—friends to go!”
“You are insane,” I laughed and we walked back into the family room.
“Families all gone?” John asked.
“Yes, finally,” Paul sighed with a laugh.
“Now that it’s just us, when are you going to tell your families about baby McCartney?” Brittany asked. I shrugged and looked at Paul.
“Ah, when she’s showing more probably,” he said, “Which will probably be what? A month or two?” he asked looking at me for confirmation.
“Yeah, about. I’m about 3 ½ now, and it shows around four months,” I said and Paul nodded.
“Are you two excited?” Pattie asked with a smile.
“Yes, very,” Paul said smiling big.
“That’s so crazy,” Brittany said.
“Oh! Auntie Jin knows,” I said. Paul looked at me surprised.
“What? What makes you think that?”
“When she was hugging me she said that if we ever needed anybody to watch the baby she’s be happy to do it,”
“Ah, man,” Paul said making a face, “Oh well, it’s not that bad I guess,” I shrugged.
“She won’t tell your dad will she?”
“Nah, she’s like the mom that knows, if you get what I’m saying. She understands I’m sure,” Paul said.
“Not to change the subject too much, but I thought I would get to watch the baby?” Pattie asked with puppy eyes. Paul laughed.
“It’s not even born yet!” She giggled.
“I know, but I’m so excited for you two!”
“Ah, I wished we lived here,” Emily said. Brittany nodded.
“I know,” she agreed. Paul and I laughed.
“It’s just a baby,” I said.
“Just a baby! My best friend is having a baby! That’s no little thing!” Brittany shouted. Paul’s eyes widened.
“Settle down crazy bird,” he laughed and she stuck her tongue out at him. We talked for another hour before people started heading off to their hotels and houses. We thanked them all for coming and for the gifts. And after the last person walked out the door, Paul shut it and smiled. He looked down at his watch.
“It’s only 10:30pm,” he said raising his eyebrows.
“Yes that is true,” I agreed with him, “What are you saying?”
“You kill me love,” he said shaking his head as I laughed. I walked over and kissed him.
“Ah, you know I’m just playing with you,” I smiled and he took me in his arms, kissing me deeper.
“You’re going to be a cruel wife, I can tell,” he said. I laughed.
“Oh whatever!” he chuckled.
“Nah, like I told your dad, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me—and that’s the truth,” he said softly and kissing me again.
“I know and you are absolutely the best thing that’s ever come my way,” I said agreeing with him. We cleaned up the house from the party and then headed off to bed—but not to go to sleep. It was funny, as Paul and I made love; I didn’t feel any different than before—as most couple do when they get married. Paul and I have been living together for over three years, (which was not looked kindly upon mind you) and in a way it felt like we were married already—if that makes sense. I obviously am extremely happy that we finally bound ourselves to each other legally—but it was just that, legally. I had bound myself and gave him all of me ever since we started this relationship, whether he had realized it or not. And I feel that he had given all of himself to me—in fact I knew it, it told me often. Anyway, happy that we were finally legally together and I had his name, we made love that night.
“I love you Mrs. McCartney,” Paul whispered in my ear afterwards as he held me against him. I smiled in the dark.
“And I love you Mr. McCartney,” I whispered back.

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