When we arrived home Paul collapsed on the couch looking exhausted.  I joined him and gave him a smile.

            “Rough day?” I asked.

            “Ah not really, just long,” he replied, “What were you and Ringo talking about earlier?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, when I walked in ready to go…you and Ringo were talking and it all seemed to get hush-hush when I walked in,” he said looking at me suspiciously.  I smiled.

“You’re crazy…”

“No I’m not.  What were you talking about?” he asked me again.  I hesitated.

“It really was nothing….”

“Ah, come ‘ead love…it’s only me.” He said with a smile.

“I know—I guess we were just talking about the band…and why he left,” I started hoping that would be good enough.

“Oh?  What did he say?” he asked.

“I thought you already knew?”

“Well if went hush-hush when I walked in, there must be something I don’t,”

“I don’t know….he said you were getting on his nerves,” Paul looked surprised.

“What?!  What do you mean?  I didn’t bloody do anything!”

“He said you were really bossy and you like to continue doing things until you get it your way,”

“That’s rubbish,” he said frustrated and shaking his head, “I’m only trying to get us all to work together.  If I don’t enforce it, we all just sit ‘round and do our own things,”

“I know…I’m not saying your wrong, that’s just what he said.  He said your bossiness causes a lot of fights,” Paul rolled his eyes.

“It’s a bunch of crap.  He’s not even part of the arguments…it’s usually John and I—maybe George,” I shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, he’s back and things are alright,” I said wanting to change subjects.

“Yeah…” he said then seemed to cheer up a bit, “Good news though,”

            “Oh?  What’s that?”

            “I finished ‘Why Don’t We Do It In the Road?” he smirked and I laughed.

            “Oh great…” I moaned and he just chuckled.

            “I thought you would like to hear that,”

            “You’re one crazy man I tell you what,”

            “Oh, but not too crazy…you fell in love with me didn’t you?”

            “Well yes, but I couldn’t help that,” I smiled and he wrinkled his nose at me.

            “Thanks love,”  I snuggled up to him.

“Oh I’m only joking, you know that…I’m happy I fell in love with you,”  Paul looked down at me and smiled, kissing me lightly.

“So am I.  You’re everything to me, you know that,” he said stroking my hair gently.  I nodded and kissed him again.  He yawned suddenly, “Well, I’m going to hit the sack, I’m dead tired,” I nodded.

            “I’ll join you,” I said and we both got up.  We went up to bed and fell asleep within a short time.  Around midnight I heard some bustling outside and woke up.  I sat up, Paul’s arm still around me, and looked down at him sleeping.

            “Paul, Paul do you hear that?” I asked him quietly.  He grunted,

            “’Liv darling, go back to sleep,” he moaned pulling me back down against him, “It’s probably nothing,”

            “No, I heard something outside our window,” I said as the noise came again, “See!  Did you hear that?”  Paul, somewhat annoyed, opened his eyes and rubbed them.

            “I didn’t hear anything love, I think you’re hearing things,” he said and I frowned.

            “I am not.  There’s someone out there,” I said getting out of bed as Paul groaned again.  I walked to the window.

            “What are you doing now?” Paul asked moving to rest on his elbows.  He glanced at the clock, “You do realize it’s past midnight,”

            “Yes I know that….” I said looking back at him, “Like that matters.  You’re usually up with your friends way past this time on a normal night,” I finished turning back to the window hesitant on whether I wanted to peek out the blinds or not. 

            “Come ‘ead love, don’t play like that,” Paul begged seeming to take offence at my comment, “You know I ‘aven’t stayed out that late in quite a while….and if I do, you’re with me,”

            “I wasn’t picking a fight Paul or knocking you,” I informed him and walked over in front of him.  I leaned over to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer, “I just think it’s funny how you act like it’s all late and everything, when usually you, or we, are just getting started with something,” I finished explaining.  Paul nodded.

            “Oh, I see,” he said and I heard a thump at the window.  I turned quickly towards the wall then back at Paul.

            “Did you hear it that time?” I asked and he nodded.

            “Yeah, but it’s probably some dumb bird flying into the window.  Let’s just go back to bed….” He whined pulling me back to lie down.  I stayed for a moment but curiosity got the best of me.

            “No, I gotta look,” I said getting up from the bed yet again.  I walked over to the window and heard the banging.  Nervously I peered though the window curtains to see a long haired figure right outside the window.  I screamed and fell backwards, scrambling up next to Paul on the bed.

            “Love are you alright?” Paul asked quickly taking me into his arms and looking at the window.  Martha ran upstairs, into our bedroom, and began barking at the window.  Paul laughed softly,

            “Martha’s here to protect you,” he kidded.

            “Paul, there’s--there’s someone out there!” I said afraid.

            “Are you sure?” he asked sincerely.  I nodded.

            “Yes, they were right at the window—holy crap,” I breathed.

            “Hm, that’s odd.  The fans don’t normally get over the wall or gate…” Paul said to himself in thought, “I’ll go check it out,”

            “What?” I asked him.

            “I’m gonna go see what I can see.  Find out who the hell is in our yard peeping in our bloody window,” Paul said getting up from bed and slipping on his pants and an open shirt, “You know I don’t like being woken up,”

            “Well, I’m coming with you,” I said standing up and putting on a robe.  Paul walked over to me and gave me a kiss.

            “Just stay here love,” he told me.  I shook my head.

            “No, I’m coming.  What if it’s somebody that hates you and wants to hurt you?  That way I can get help….” I said scaring myself.  I knew there were people out there that hated Paul; hated the Beatles.

            “That’s not going to happen, but alright,” Paul said taking my hand, “But don’t let go of me, you hear?” I nodded and we headed downstairs.  Paul looked out a few of the windows on our lower level, but we couldn’t see anything.  He took a deep breath as we stood in front of the exit door to our front yard.  He started turning the knob.

            “Wait a tic,” he said pulling his hand away.

            “What?”

            “I’d better bring something other than me muscles,” he said smiling.  I had to smile at that.  He looked around and picked up his left Beatle Boot, “This outta do.  Ready?” he asked me.

            “No, but go anyway,” I said.  He kissed me quickly and opened the door; his right hand tight on mine and his left carrying his shoe.  We tiptoed around the yard with a trace of no one.  We made our way towards the back when the long haired figured jumped out at us.  Without thinking Paul’s reflex kicked in and he thunked the person over the head with his shoe.

            “Get the hell out of our yard!” he yelled and I saw the person get up, followed by another long haired person.  I screamed again, and Paul turned to me probably wondering if I was okay.  With that the first initial person lunged towards Paul knocking him down and sending the shoe flying.

            “Paul!” I yelled.

            “What the hell are you doing?  Hitting me with a bloody shoe?” I heard a familiar voice.

            “John?” I heard Paul say.

            “Yeah, Macca, it’s John—and Yoko,” he said pointing to the second figure.  John helped Paul up, and he wiped himself of dirt.

            “What are you doing messing about in me yard?” Paul asked.

            “We were hiding,” John said.

            “Hiding?” I chirped in.

            “Oh, you’ve got the bird with you do ya?” John said coming closer to have a look.

            “Her name is Olivia, John,” Paul said annoyed.

            “Ah, really?  And to think all this time I didn’t know!” John replied sarcastically.

            “Cut the crap Lennon, what the hell were you doing hiding—in our yard?” Paul asked again.

            “Ah, police have been after Yoko and I.  We didn’t think you’d mind if we hid in your yard for the night,”

            “Why didn’t you just come to the door and ask to stay in an extra bedroom?” Paul asked and I wondered the same thing, “You would’ve been able to you know,”

            “I dunno,” John replied.

            “You’re bloody daft,” Paul said and I could see his head shaking in the dark, “both of you,”

            “Ah hell, McCartney, I think you gave me a bruise with your bloody shoe,” John groaned shoving Paul.  Paul shoved him back.

            “Well, that’ll teach you for peeping in people’s windows,” Paul replied picking up his boot.

            “Peeping in windows?” John asked, “I wasn’t peeping…I was trying to see if you two were awake,”

            “Hell John, just go to the door like a normal person!” Paul said and I could hear the annoyance and frustration in his voice—I think John sensed it too.

            “Sod off Paul, I’m not in the mood for your bloody attitude right now,” John muttered and I raised my eyebrow knowing what was coming from Paul next.

            “My attitude?  Did you say my bloody attitude?” Paul asked, his voice raising.

            “Yeah, you need to cool it man,” John said.

            “Just settle down Paul, we didn’t do anything,” Yoko coined in from behind and I could just sense Paul clenching his teeth together.

            “Thanks, but don’t bloody tell me what I need to be doing.  You two idiots are running around hiding in our yard from the police.  You scare the living daylights out of Olivia, and me, then when I pretty much offer for you to stay inside; you tell me I have a bloody attitude….ha, I don’t bloody have to do anything—let alone settle down. You two are bloomin’ idiots,” Paul said angrily.

            “C’mon Yoko, let’s get out of here,” John said scuffing at Paul, “You know, you’re going to regret this.  I’m bloody Jesus you know,”

“Jesus?  What the hell are you talking about?” Paul asked laughing.

“Yoko helped me find who I really am—I’m Jesus,” John responded, “And you’ve just treated me like crap,” Paul sighed,

“You’re so full of shit—both of you are.  You’re not Jesus, you’re John Winston Lennon. You’re wasted off of something—something I don’t even want to know about,”

“Go to hell Paul,” John said angry and Paul laughed,

“Ah well, if you’re Jesus, I think you need to bloody clean up your language.  Don’t think he would say things like that,”

“Sod off you nit.  Come on Yoko, we’re leaving,” John said firmly.  I let out a deep breath wishing things weren’t like this between them. They were the closest of friends, always together, laughed together, knew more about each other than any one else—and now they can’t even stand being in the same room together because a fight is always inevitable.  Thanks Yoko…thanks—was all I could think.

            “Yeah, do that please,” Paul replied.  John walked past us, running into Paul slightly, Paul in return shoving him. 

            “See ya round ‘Liv,” John said passing me, “You picked a winner there you know.  A real bloody winner,” I opened my mouth to protest but Paul beat me to the punch with a sarcastic laugh.

            “Oh and I suppose you’ve picked a real winner?” he called after them.  They didn’t turn back and just left.  Paul threw his boot against the house, “I bloody hate this!” he yelled and I just stood there silent, “I want it to be over….all of it.  I can’t take it much longer love, I can’t,” he said walking over to me and holding me in his arms.  I didn’t know what to say to comfort him so I just let him hold me like he wanted.  We stood there until we got chilly and Paul’s temper settled down a bit.  We went back in and headed back to bed in silence.

            The next morning I hoped Paul would wake up renewed from the night before.  He had the day off today and I was looking forward to making it a fun day for him.  I was up before him like usual and so I made my way downstairs for some tea and a little morning newspaper read.  I was about halfway done with my tea when Paul groggily made it down the stairs.

            “Morning love,” he smiled walking over to me and giving me a kiss. 

            “Good morning,” I replied with a cheery greeting.  He went into the kitchen for some tea and my smile faded.  He made his way out and sat down next to me.

            “What you frowning at?” Paul asked me.  I pointed to the paper.  He looked at me confused and took the paper from me reading out loud, “Actress Jane Asher, former girlfriend of Beatle Paul McCartney, will that ever be done?” he asked himself before continuing, “Commented to the London Evening Standard about her current relationship with the Beatle.  She said, “I know it sounds corny but we’re still very close friends.  We really are.  We see each other and—,“ Paul paused for a moment, “—we love each other, but it hasn’t worked out.  That’s all there is to it.  Perhaps we’ll be childhood sweethearts and meet and get married when we’re about seventy,” Paul finished with a blank stare then crossed his eyebrows, “Where the hell does she come off saying rubbish like this?  And to a bloody paper?”

            “You see each other?  You love each other?” I repeated her words and they seemed to haunt me.  Paul turned to me and quickly set down the paper.

            “This shit never ends,” he said getting grumpy again.  I just sat there with no words, “Oh come ‘ead love, don’t tell me you believe what she said?” he asked me and I just looked at him, “Olivia, sweetheart, there’s no way she’s right!  The last time I saw her was on the plane, in which I introduced her to you.  I’m bloody married to you, not her, I love you….she’s talking a bunch of crap,” he said taking my hands.

            “Why would she say that if it’s not true?” I asked.  He looked at me surprised.

            “You believe her don’t you?” he asked and I didn’t respond quick enough to ease his temper.  He obviously didn’t recover fully from the night before, “Don’t you?” he asked again raising his voice and shaking his head, “I don’t bloody believe this.  I thought you were done with this rubbish?  I’m never going to cheat on you, I’m never going to leave you, and I love you more than anything in this whole damn world!  Why are you taking Jane’s words seriously?  And why are you taking her word over mine!?”

            “I’m not…Paul, hon, settle down,” I said touching him softly and he brought his hands to his head and I could tell he was frustrated, “I don’t doubt that you love me, or that you aren’t going to leave me or cheat on me.  I believe that we are meant to be and that we are going to be together until we’re old and gray.  I believe we are going to have children together and raise them with a house full of love,” I said and he seemed to calm down, “I’m just angry and confused that she would say something like this—and to a paper…I mean she’s got to know that you don’t love her, and that everybody is going to read this,”

            “I know she does….I told her last time I saw her.  I introduced you to her,” Paul said shaking his head, “She’s either looking for attention, which is exactly like her, or they took all her words wrong.  Either way, she’s dead wrong, and the fans have got to know that too.  They know how I feel about you,” he said kissing me, “I love you,”

            “I love you too,” I said in return giving him another kiss.  He smiled,

            “Speaking of this, you know what I’ve been thinking about?” he asked me.

            “Hm?”

            “Having a baby,” he said and I was somewhat surprised.

            “Are you serious?”

            “Yes.  Why wouldn’t I?  I’ve wanted you to have me children before I even fell in love with you….and when I thought it was happening before, I was so bloody happy.” He said and I was saddened suddenly at that memory, “I can’t get it off me mind.  I think we’ll be fine with a baby…I’m not too busy anymore—I run me own schedule.  I just really want to have a baby with you….I want a family,” He said nuzzling up to me.  I rested my head on his.

            “I’ve been thinking about it too,” I said and he lifted his head.

            “Really?”

            “Yeah,” I said, “I’m just scared,”

            “Scared?”

            “Yeah, that, well, I’m going to have a miscarriage again,” I said and Paul held me tight.

            “I’m sure you’ll be okay.  They said it normally doesn’t mean anything—and I’ll always be here with you,” Paul said.  I smiled.

            “I suppose,” I said, “Are you sure about this?” I asked and Paul nodded his head then kissed me.  I smiled kissing him again.

            “When are you able to?” he asked me referring to my birth control.  I thought for a moment,

            “As a matter of fact, any time this week,” I replied thinking of the wonderful timing.  Paul raised his eyebrows and smiled.  He took my hand.

            “Shall we?” he asked.

            “We shall,” I replied and we headed upstairs. 

            Two weeks had passed since Paul and my decision to try again for a baby and sure enough I was pregnant once again. 

            “So?  What did they say?” Paul asked me as I returned home from the doctor’s appointment.  I smiled and a grin appeared on his face.

            “I’m pregnant!” I squealed and he scooped me into his arms kissing me all over.

            “Oh love, this is wonderful!” Paul said squeezing me tight.  I smiled.

            “I know,” I replied as the phone rang.  Paul rolled his eyes.

            “There’s always something,” he mumbled and went to answer the phone, “Hey George, what’s up?” I heard him say into the phone.  While he was talking I walked out into the garden looking around.  A few minutes later Paul came out, “Oh there you are,” he said wrapping his arms around me from behind.

            “What did George want?” I asked.

            “Him and Pattie are inviting us all over for dinner,” Paul said and I smiled.

            “That’s nice of them,” I said.

            “Yeah, it’ll be all us guys and wives, and then I believe he’s bringing his friend Eric Clapton along,”

            “Eric Clapton?” I asked never hearing of him.

            “Yeah, he’s a pretty gear guitarist I hear.  He’s going to play on George’s ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps’—I guess they’ve been friends for quite some time,” Paul explained.

            “Hm,” I said, “When are we supposed to go over?”

            “Uh, whenever.  John and Yoko are already there,” Paul said in a not-so-happy tone.

            “How are you guys?” I asked and I felt him shrug.

            “I don’t know—not bad nor good.  I don’t think things are ever going to be the same…especially with Yoko around.  She’s complete changed him—I don’t even know him anymore.”

            “I know,” I said sadly and trying to think of the John I used to know.

            “But what can you do?  He’s not going to bloody listen to me so I just got to deal with them.” Paul sighed and I nodded, “Do you want to head over now?”

            “Sure,” I said turning around.  Paul stopped me and kissed me deeply.

            “I love you and I’m so happy,” he said smiling.  I smiled in return.

            “So am I,” I said.  We got our jackets and headed off to George’s place in Esher.  When we got there George let us into the wonderful smelling house.

            “Hey you two,” George said smiling.

            “Hey mate,”

            “Hi George,” I said as we walked in.

            “Hi Paul!  Olivia!” Pattie said from the kitchen. 

            “Hey Pattie!” Paul yelled for us.  George took our coats and we walked into the living room where John and Yoko were; accompanied by a man I had never seen.  I assumed he was Eric.

            “Guys this is me mate Eric Clapton,” George introduced us, “Eric this is Paul and his wife Olivia,”

            “Nice to meet you,” Eric replied smiling.

            “Same to you,” Paul greeted, “So you play a mean guitar I hear?” he asked totally ignoring John and Yoko.  Eric laughed.

            “Is that so?  Who told you that?”

            “You know, I just hear these things,” Paul smiled and Eric laughed.  They began to talk about music, George joining and John and Yoko piping in every so often.  I wasn’t in the mood to sit and talk with them so I decided to go.

            “I’m going to go in the kitchen with Pattie,” I told Paul.  He turned and smiled,

            “Alright love,” I walked into the other room while Pattie was leaned against the counter reading a Vogue magazine.

            “Hello Pattie,” I smiled as I walked in.  She smiled big and set down the magazine.

            “Hello hon, how are you?” she asked.

            “Great yourself?”

            “Oh fabulous, I’m so glad everyone was up for tonight,”

            “Me too—it was great idea.  Thanks for inviting us,” I said.  She laughed.

            “Oh don’t be silly!  To be honest, if I could only invite two people it would be you two,” she whispered.

            “Oh yeah?” I laughed.  She nodded.

            “John and Yoko aren’t really the most fun people to be with, and Ringo and Maureen seem to do there own thing,” I nodded, “Oh, have you heard from Cynthia lately?”

            “No I haven’t,” I said sadly, “Have you?”

            “Yes actually, I talked to her the other day.  Apparently the divorce is going to be final in just a few days—that poor girl.  John put her through so much and now he left her,” Pattie shook her head.

            “I know, I should really go visit her one of these days,” I said. Pattie nodded.

            “We should go together,” I nodded.

            “Yeah let’s,”

            “So, how are you and Paulie?” she asked me smiling, “Still love him now that your married?” she kidded and I laughed.

            “Oh yeah, I love him more and more everyday,” I replied.

            “Yeah?  How are you guys doing as far as the,” she paused and looked around, “you know…”

            “This miscarriage?” I asked and she nodded making a sad face.  I smiled to let her know it was alright.

            “Oh we’re fine, in fact….” I started, “I’m pregnant again!” I said smiling big.  Pattie squealed and grabbed hold of me.

            “Oh really!?  That’s fabulous!” she said.

            “Are you girls alright in there?” Paul said peeping his head into the kitchen.  We laughed.

            “Oh definitely….I just heard!” Pattie smiled, “Congrats,” Paul smiled.

            “Thanks,” he said, “You’re sure you are alright?”

            “Yes yes, get out there with the boys!” Pattie laughed.  Paul held up his hands in defeat.

            “Alright, alright, I’m going,” he said winking before he disappeared.

            “Oh I love Paul,” Pattie said smiling.

            “Me too,” I said, “So have you known this Eric Clapton guy for long?” I asked her and she seemed to get a little flushed.

            “Yeah, almost a year now.  Isn’t he adorable!” she said and I was totally taken aback.

            “Adorable?” I repeated.

            “Yeah, he’s so nice and he so good looking!” Pattie smiled.

            “Um, I don’t know.  He’s not bad,”

            “Not bad!  He’s gorgeous!  Once you get to know him, he’s so much better,” she informed me and I was still a bit shocked.

            “What you like him or something?” I asked suspicious.  Her smile faded slightly and she seemed nervous.

            “Maybe a bit…” she admitted.

            “Pattie!”

            “What?  I can’t help it Olivia,” she protested, “George just never wants to go out anymore.  He just wants to sit at home and play his citar and all else.  I like going out!  I love parties, meeting people, going out with people.  And he’s so uptight and gets so angry when I’m out and he’s not.  But if I want to I’m going to no matter what he says,”

            “What are you saying?”

            “I don’t know.  I guess the last few times I’ve gone out, I’ve run into Eric and we’ve been going out somewhat secretly for the last few months.  He’s so much fun and he seems to understand me more than George.  George is changing,” she said and I didn’t know what to say, “Can I ask you something?”

            “Um, sure,”

            “What did you do?”

            “Excuse me?” I asked not understanding.

            “With the whole Paul and George thing.  I’ve heard about things that happened….how did you keep it from George for so long that you were secretly seeing and falling for Paul?”

            “You’re falling for Eric?!” I said rather loudly.

            “Shhh,” she hushed me, “I don’t know.  I don’t know what I want right now—that’s why I’m asking you.  You were confused between Paul and George were you not?”

            “Well yes but--”

            “So what did you do?  How did you keep it a secret?  I assume Paul knew that you were still seeing and sleeping with George,”

            “Correction—I never slept with George,” I said.  She looked surprised.

            “So you were sleeping with Paul and not your one boyfriend!?” 

            “No!  I wasn’t sleeping with Paul then—I was doing it with no body at that time,” I said.

            “Oh, well I assume he knew you were still dating George and he was kinda on the side?”

            “Yes he knew, but he wasn’t just a side thing.  I was getting serious about him and—“ I stopped knowing I shouldn’t be doing this.

            “And?  And what?”

            “Pattie I’m not going to tell you how I cheated on George with Paul so you can do it with Eric.  I regret it to this day….and it may seem like it’s right, right now, but you’ll regret it too,”

            “Olivia please….I think George is getting suspicious….he said he never knew about you and Paul until the end,” I shook my head.

            “I’m not going to do this Pattie,” I said, “You have to just tell him,”

            “Tell him?  I’m not going to go right out and tell him!”  Pattie said looking up and then quickly disappearing out of the kitchen.  Confused I turned and found Paul standing in the doorway with his mouth open.

            “Paul how long have you been standing there?” I asked.  He turned to look towards the living room and walked towards me.

            “Quite some time actually,” he said, “Did I seriously just hear what I thought I heard?”

            “What did you hear?” I asked before telling him anything that he may not know.

            “Pattie is cheating on George with Eric?” Paul whispered.  I closed my eyes and nodded, “Holy shit…does he know?”

            “I don’t think so.  She said he might be getting suspicious,” I said, “Pattie is my friend, but Paul I think you should talk to George about it,”

            “Me?!” He asked surprised.

            “Yes you, you’re one of his good friends,”

            “Yes I know, but what am I supposed to say?  Hey uh George, remember how I was sneaking behind your back with Olivia?  Yeah, well Eric and Pattie are doing it to you too,” he said sarcastically, “I did the exact same thing to him…and if I talk to him about it he’ll only remember and probably get mad again.  He’s says he’s gotten over it, but when it comes up he gets upset with me,”

            “Still?” I asked,

            “Yes still—we really hurt him love,” he said sadly.

            “Well what are we supposed to do?  Just let him find out the hard way?  The way he did with you and me?”  Paul sighed.

            “I don’t know,” He said rubbing his temples, and Pattie came back into the room.  We both looked up at her and she stared at us blankly.

            “Paul don’t tell George please, I don’t even know what I want,” Pattie begged.

            “Don’t tell me what?” George asked entering the kitchen followed by Eric, John, Yoko, and now Ringo and Maureen.

            “Oh nothing, just a surprise,” Pattie said smiling.  George grinned.

            “Oo, I love surprises,”

            “Well, I think we can eat now,” Pattie said changing the subject.  Everybody turned and headed towards the enormous dining room.  Paul took my hand and leaned into me as we walked.

            “Let’s not do anything for tonight and talk about it later, okay?” he whispered.  I nodded.

            “Alright,” I agreed but inside I hurt for George.