We all sat down around the table and there was an awkward silence.  I just smiled at Pattie not knowing what else to do after finding out she had a thing for George’s friend Eric Clapton.  Pattie ignored my look and turned to the others.

            “So, any one else know about Paul and Olivia?” she asked and Paul looked up from his meal.  George looked happily over at us.

            “What?  What happened?”  Paul looked at me and smiled.

            “Do you want to tell them or should I?” he asked softly. 

            “You can if you want,” I told him smiling.  He nodded his head.

            “Olivia and I are going to have a baby,” he beamed.  Everybody jabbered their congratulations, “Yeah we’re pretty excited,”

            “I bet.  Having a baby is wonderful,” Ringo said smiling at Maureen.  I smiled and a part of me wished no one else knew…what if I were to have another miscarriage?

            “I don’t mean to interrupt and ruin a happy mood, but any one talk to George Martin?” John asked, Yoko beside him.  Paul shook his head.

            “No, why what’s up?”

            “We’ve got to go in tomorrow at five, apparently if we don’t finish The White Album by the nineteenth, we don’t release it,” John said.  Paul rolled his eyes.

            “Are you bloody kidding me?  What the hell?”

            “I know,” John replied.

            “It’s our fookin’ record, we can bloody do it when we want and release it when we want!” Paul said angrily.  Everyone else, except the four Beatles were quiet.

            “Yeah, we’re going to be working our asses off,” John said taking a drink of wine.

            “Don’t worry John, I’ll be there to help,” Yoko said touching his shoulder.  Paul breathed out deeply and I knew he didn’t want it but there was no way he’d say something to her face…he was too polite.  Pattie cleared her throat and as John and Paul looked up at her she was giving George a look.

            “George?  What’s this about?” Paul asked knowing something was up.  George hesitated and looked down at his plate before speaking.

            “Uh, I’m not going to be here for the next 5 days….” He started.

            “Why not?” John asked.

            “I’m flying back to Los Angeles to continue working with Jackie Lomax,”

            “You what?” John boomed.  George’s face frowned.

            “Come ‘ead John, you two have known about this for a while now,” George argued.

            “Yeah, but you’re part of this band….you can’t be going off when we have a bloody deadline to make!”

            “He’s right you know George,” Paul said calmly although I could read his face like a book.  He was not happy, “Now we need everybody more then ever if we’re going to get this album released.  Is there a way you can postpone it?”

            “No, I’m not doing that Paul.  This has been arranged for weeks now,” George said firmly.  I wondered how Pattie felt.  Getting together this wonderful group meal that naturally turned into a fight.

            “Yeah, and we’ve been bloody doing this album for months!” Paul snapped.

            “I don’t care!  Pattie and I are going to Los Angeles tomorrow morning and that’s that,” George said frustrated.

            “George--” Paul started but George interrupted him.

            “No Paul!  I’m sick of you bossing everybody around and having your bloody way all the fookin’ time.  It’s always, Paul, Paul, Paul!”

            “Hey!  That is not true,” Paul said firmly and pointing at him.

            “Yeah, actually it is Paul,” John piped up.  Paul turned towards him.

            “Where do you come off saying shit like that?  I haven’t even begun with you.  In fact, I don’t even know who or where you are half the time…even if you’re bloody sitting right in front of me,”

            “What the hell does that mean?” John asked sneering at Paul.  Paul shook his head.

            “I’m not even going to get into that now.  Point is, I may seem bossy, but it’s only because if I don’t, nobody does a damn thing around here!  The reason it seems like it’s always me lately is because it is!  I’m doing all the shit around here while you lazy asses just sit around doing bloody nothing!  And now look where we are?  We have to bloody record and fix over 30 songs in a day and a half!”   Paul said getting worked up, the other Beatles glaring.  I was about having enough of this and turned to Paul, not wanting this fight to get any bigger.  The Beatles were all in bad moods tonight and everything being said I knew deep down was not meant.  They were just throwing things at each other.

“Paul can we--” I began to ask him to stop, but he turned with a face of fire.

“Olivia please be quiet,” he said firmly and help up his hand, “I want to bloody finish what I’m saying,” I was completely shocked that he just snapped at me.  I put my usual pissed off face on and stood up. 

“Look what you’ve done now Paul, you bloody pissed of your wife.  Good job,” John snapped.

            “Shut up John,” Paul snapped and I was out of the room.  I continued to hear arguing when I left the house to stand outside.  Within minutes the door opened and I expected to see Paul, but instead saw Pattie.  She sat next to me on the bench.  We were both quiet for a minute or too.

            “I don’t know how much more of this I can take Pattie,” I said staring ahead of me, “Everyday it’s like this.  Even when I’m not with all of them, Paul brings it home,” I turned to look at her with tears in my eyes.  She put her around me and I rested my head on her shoulder.

            “I know it’s hard,” she said.

            “I just don’t understand.  They used to have so much fun together—all of them—at the studio Paul would normally come home pumped with the day’s events or with a new song….and now?  Now everyday he’s in such a foul mood—sometimes to the point where I don’t want to be around him.  He doesn’t seem to want to go out or do anything like I suggest—you know, trying to get his mind off everything,” I said wiping my eyes. 

            “I know, I deal with it with George too,” she said.

            “What do you do?” I asked her.  She shrugged.

            “Honestly?” she asked and I nodded my head, “I tell him that if he’s going to be this way then I’m going out—and I do most the time,”

            “But Pattie I’m not that type of person, and there’s no way I could just leave Paul when he’s in these moods.  You wouldn’t guess it, but sometimes he’s so insecure about himself and if I leave him when he’s not happy and vulnerable, I’ll only make it worse.  It’s either that, or he’ll just get pissed off even more because I left,” I said.

            “I suppose,” she said frowning, “I guess you’ll just have to hope and pray that all this ends soon,” I let out a little laugh,

            “I hope so, I really do.  Like I said, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,”

            “Maybe you should just leave for a while,” Pattie suggested. I looked at her.

            “What?”

            “Like I don’t mean leave as in what we were just talking about but, maybe go visit your friends in California or you parents for a week or two.  You know?  Take a break from all this Beatle Drama and let Paul figure all this out on his own.  It would do you good you know, I really think it would,” she finished and I actually didn’t think it was a bad idea.  But could I really be away from Paul that long?

            “Yeah, maybe,” was all I said.  We sat in silence for a few more minutes when the door opened and this time is was Paul.  Pattie and I both turned around, a slight sad smile on Pattie’s face and nothing on mine.  I was expressionless.  I was angry with Paul, I was sad for him, I was tired emotionally.  He smiled weakly.

            “Mind if I have me wife for a bit?” he asked.  Pattie nodded and rubbed my back.

            “Be gentle with her,” she responded standing up.  Paul nodded.

            “Of course I will,” he said and Pattie disappeared into the house.  I turned around not watching Paul come next to me.  When he sat down I continued to stare ahead of me, “Olivia, love, I’m sorry,” he began and I didn’t respond.  He touched my hand softly, “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, but I just felt like I really needed to say that.  I feel like I’ve let them tread all over me all the time.  I’m always the nice one, and I’m sick of being taken advantage of.  So when I actually had the chance to tell them, I didn’t want to be interrupted,” I turned to him.

            “Well you didn’t have to snap at me,”

            “I know,” he said scooting closer to me and resting his head on my shoulder, “It was wrong and I regret doing it.  You were only trying to stop what only got bigger.  You were in the right I was in the wrong,” he said lightly stroking my hand.  As I listened to Paul’s apology it was all the same. Not that I didn’t believe him, but it was always the same apology in the last few weeks and I had had about enough of it.  Pattie’s idea became more appealing to me at that moment.  I just needed to get away from all of it, “Sweetheart will you please say something?” Paul asked and my heart wrenched with telling him. Without looking at him I spoke,

            “I think we need to take a little break,” I blurted.  His head immediately went up from my shoulder and I could feel him staring blankly at me.  I finally turned to look at him.  He blinked his eyes and shook his head lightly.

            “What?” he asked me.  I looked up tears forming.

            “I think we need to take a little break.  I think I’m going to go visit my family and then Brittany and the others,” I said getting a hold of myself. 

            “What?  No—Olivia are you serious?” he asked completely taken off guard.  I nodded my head.

            “Yeah, I think its best,” I told him.  He continued to shake his head no.

            “Why?”          

            “Because Paul, I can’t handle this anymore.  It’s too much.  Too much negativity between you four and it’s not just staying in the studio anymore, you’re bringing it home with you, and I can’t deal with it anymore,” I said tears forming yet again.  Paul grabbed both my hands in mine.

            “I’ll stop, I promise.  I won’t bring it home anymore, I’ll go back to the way things used to be…you don’t have to go, please,” he begged.  I shook my head no.

            “No Paul I do.  I need to get away from all of this—far away,” I said and Paul just stared at me and his face and body seemed to go completely weak.

            “You’re leaving me then?” he asked without looking at me and I could see his eyes glazing over.  

            “Just for a while.  If I don’t—I don’t know what’s going to happen,”

            “How long?” Paul asked finally looking at me.  I shrugged.

            “A couple weeks, maybe longer,” I said not really sure myself.  Paul let out a breath of defeat and he broke down.

            “Olivia, please don’t leave me.  You don’t understand, I need you here.  I need you period.  I love you, more than anything, and I’m so sorry for hurting you, I didn’t mean it.  Please, please, Olivia.  Sweetheart I’m nothing without you,” he begged tears falling down his cheeks.  I wanted so badly to just give in but I knew for myself and for Paul and my relationship I couldn’t do that. 

            “Paul I’m so sorry, I have to,” I said.

            “No you don’t!  Things will get better I promise!”  He tried convincing me, “And what about our baby?” he asked crying again, “We’re going to have a baby and you’re leaving me…”

            “I’m not leaving you forever,” I said crying myself now, “But Paul, I’m afraid that if I stay while you guys are fighting like this all the time, that it’s going to affect us and I don’t want that to happen.  I need to get away from it Paul and that’s it.  I’m going to try and leave tomorrow morning and I’ll call you when I get in or something,” I said standing up as he just sat there on the bench tears falling freely down his young but so old face.  He’s been through so much the last few months and I knew this was tearing him up inside—he didn’t cry often.  But I was doing it for him—I was doing it for us.

            “Olivia please, don’t leave me,” Paul croaked looking up at me.  I leaned over and kissed him quickly before he could latch onto me and not let me go.

            “I love you Paul,” I said through tears and turned to go into the house, leaving Paul sitting alone on the bench.  I went right away to find Pattie and her faced changed when she saw me.

            “Olivia?  What happened?   Where’s Paul?” she asked looking behind me.

            “I did it.  I’m leaving,” I said.  Pattie looked surprised although it was her idea.

            “Really?” she asked and I nodded.

            “You’re right, I can’t do this and if I stay things are only going to get worse.  I need to get out of here,” I said sitting down on the bed, hands over my face.  Pattie sat next to me.

            “How did he take it?” she asked softly.

            “Not good,” I said weakly, “He’s crying out on the bench right now—he begged me not too and I almost listened to him, but I have to.  I have to don’t I Pattie?” I asked her second guessing myself.  She nodded.

            “I think it’s best for both of you.  He needs to figure this stuff out with the band all by himself—you can’t help him anyway,” she said rubbing my back in comfort.  I nodded assure of my decision once again.

            “Pattie?” I asked.

            “Yeah?”

            “Can I stay here tonight?  I think it might be a bit awkward going home with Paul and sleeping with him after all this,” She nodded.

            “Of course you can, I understand.  If you want, George can set you up with a flight and everything,” she offered.  I nodded.

            “Alright,”

            “Okay, I’ll let him know once Paul and the other’s leave—which I’m guessing is soon,” she said and I nodded again, “I’ll let you be for a while,”

            “Thanks Pattie,” I said and she left the room.  I curled up under the covers with my clothes on and just cried into my pillow.  I knew deep down this was the right decision, but on the surface leaving Paul just didn’t seem right.  I wasn’t even sure I could last long without him—I never could before.  I just laid there and soon drifted off to a rather unpeaceful sleep.

            I felt a like nudging on my shoulder and I opened my eyes to see George sitting next to me.  He moved my hair softly from my face and smiled genuinely.

            “Rough night?” he asked and I assumed Pattie had told him. 

            “Yeah, you could say that,” I said, “I’m not the only one though,”

            “Yes, it was rather a tough night for all of us,” he admitted, “Are you going to be okay?” he asked me.

            “I think so, thanks,” I said and he nodded.

            “I think you are making a good decision,” he commented.

            “You do?  Really?”    

            “Yeah—there’s too much negative feelings going around for you.  You aren’t a negative person, never have been, it’s not right that you should have to deal with it everyday.  We need to sit and just have a talk, all us guys, get everything figured out.” He admitted.

            “What happened George?” I asked, “You are all so different from when I met you,”

            “People change luv,” George said laughing slightly then his face went sad, “but with us?  I don’t know what it was that turned everything.  I used to be happy you know, but I’m not anymore.  It’s just the same old routine day after day.  Brian’s not here anymore so things are completely hectic as far as business goes, because no body knows anything of that stuff—Paul’s probably the closest of us all.  And John, he’s completely gone.  Yoko’s taken control of him—none of us knows who he is anymore.  I think that is one of the biggest reasons,” George finished.

            “I want it all to be over and be back to normal,” I said.  George smiled and touched my face lightly.

            “I’m sorry but I don’t think things will ever be normal again, but they might get tolerable until, well,” he let out a laugh, “’until the bubble bursts’,” he finished quoting so many reporters.  I laughed a bit, “Do you want me to call you up a flight?”

            “Yeah please,” I said, “When are you and Pattie leaving?” I asked.

            “Nine in the morning, I could get you the same if you’d like?” he asked.  I nodded.

            “Yeah, that’d be great,”

            “Los Angeles or Seattle?” he asked and I thought for a moment.

            “Seattle,” I told him.  He got on the phone talked to a few important people and I was scheduled to leave London tomorrow at nine.

            The plane ride to Seattle was long and I tried to sleep most the way, but all I could think about was Paul.  What was he doing right now?  After hour upon hour, the plane landed and I took a taxi to my childhood home.  I hadn’t called my mom to let her know I was coming, but I figured she would enjoy the surprise.  I rang the doorbell like an ordinary visitor.  I heard the doorknob turning and I smiled.  The door opened,

            “Olivia!!!” Fig shouted giving me a hug.  I laughed.

            “Olivia?  Fig did you say Olivia?” I heard my mom’s voice.  She rounded the corner as I walked in the house giving her a hug.

            “Hello mom, Fig,” I said, “Surprise!” I called out and they laughed.

            “Well this certainly is a surprise!  Come in, come in,” she said as I set my stuff down and walked to the living room to sit down.  It felt nice being home again—I hadn’t seen them in ages.  Before my mom sat down she looked around.

            “What are you looking for mom?” I asked her.  She looked at me confused.

            “No Paul?” she asked and my smile faded.  She looked concerned now and came to sit beside me, “What happened dear?” she asked me. 

            “We’re taking a break,” I said and he eyes got big.

            “A break?  Why on earth are you doing that!?”

            “Because—it’s hard to explain, but there is a lot going on with The Beatles right now—a lot of tension—and I just can’t handle it anymore.  Paul’s always in a bad mood and it’s affecting me as well.  I just needed to take a little vacation while he figures everything out,” I explained the shortest I could.  She nodded her head in understanding.

            “What did he think?”

            “He didn’t like it and begged me not to,” I said and her face turned said, “I know mom, how sad—and I was—but you need to realize I had to do it,”

            “I know dear, I know,” she said kissing me on the cheek and I smiled at her, “Are you hungry?”

            “A little actually,” I said.

            “Good, I’m just making dinner now.  Tom should be home any minute,” she said.

            “Oh Tom’s here?” I asked as she left the living room for the kitchen.

            “Yeah he’s staying for about a week.  How long are you staying?” she asked.

            “I don’t really know.  A week maybe, then I want to go over and visit the girls and Monkees,” I said.

            “Oh that’ll be nice,” my mom replied.  I nodded to myself.

            “I’m going to go put my stuff upstairs,” I told her getting up and grabbing my stuff.  Paul was long gone by eight this morning so I was able to pack some things before heading out.  I hauled my stuff into my old bedroom and instead of childhood memories filling my head, memories of Paul and I together in this room filled my head.  I sat on the bed and just stared at the wall.  I was already missing him.   Fortunately, I heard the door open downstairs along with Tom’s voice taking me away from my thoughts.  I smiled and walked downstairs.

            “Olivia!  I thought I recognized those shoes!” he smiled giving me a hug.

            “Hey Tom,” I smiled in return.

            “So what brings my little sis all the way home from England?” he asked.  My mom, now in the room, decided to answer for me.

            “Husband troubles,” she said raising her eyebrows.  I gave her a look and Tom looked down at me.

            “You and Paul are having troubles?” he asked surprised and I proceeded to tell him the same story I told my mom………

            I couldn’t sleep that night.  All I could think about was Olivia.  I didn’t understand why she thought leaving was the best solution?  After all, we were all about talking things over instead of just ignoring the problem.  I tossed and turned trying to get her out of me head, but I couldn’t.  She was always there—even when she was home--and now she wasn’t.  The words dug knives in me.  She wasn’t here anymore—she was gone, bloody gone!  What the hell was I going to do without her?  Did I really treat her that rotten?  HOW could I have treated her so rotten that she needed to leave?  Was I really that unaware about they way I was acting?  The buzzer of me alarm clock rang, jolting me out of me thoughts.  Not in the best of moods, I hit the button rather hard.

            “Shut the hell up,” I muttered to me self as I sat up.  This day was going to be a drag—a big drag.  I looked at the clock reaffirming the time and yawned.  I stood up slowly and dragged me self to the bathroom.  I looked in the mirror.  Who the hell was I?  Who have I become over all these years?  What the hell was going to happen to me now?  The one that I loved more then anything just left me--and me band is going down the shit hole. 

I noticed a few whiskers on me chin and upper lip and I decided I wasn’t in the mood to shave.  What’s the point?  I hopped in the shower hoping to feel better, but I didn’t.  Olivia was usually in here with me, and now she’s not.  I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  She’s gone, left me, 3,000 miles away.  Tears burned my eyes as I thought about it—what was I to do?  I got out of the shower and decided and glass of vodka ought to shake me out of it a bit.  It burned as it hit me throat but I didn’t care.  Martha stared at me as if she was expecting something.

            “What?  What do you want?  I don’t bloody have anything,” I said frustrated as the tears stung the backs of my eyes again.  I let them fall and cried all the way to the studio. 

            I pulled myself together before going in.  John sat in his usual chair—Yoko surprisingly not with him.

            “Where’s Yoko?” I asked him bitterly as I set my coat down over the piano.  John looked up with a cold stare.

            “Don’t start Paul or it’ll be a long day,” he warned.  I shrugged not caring.

            “It’s already a long day—there’s no way it’s going to get worse,” I stated sitting down across from him.

            “Oh yes there is,” he said looking up and I recognized the look in his eye.

            “What?  What the fuck happened now?” I asked.

            “Ringo’s not coming either,” John said matter-of-factly.  I ran my hand through my hair.

            “Are you pullin’ me hook?”

            “Not a bit Macca—it’s all us today,” John said giving me a look I haven’t seen in years.  I smiled.

            “Just like old times aye?” I asked him and he laughed.  I reached behind me and grabbed my bass—tuning it up.

            “Are you alright Paul?” John asked and as I looked up at him another face I haven’t seen in years appeared—his face of care and empathy.  I tried to ignore his question and looked back down at my bass playing a few more notes.

            “Fine,” I said shortly.  As my fingers slid across the fret board John’s hands stopped them.  Without looking up I looked at John’s hand move away from mine.  There was something about touching each other that creeped the hell out of us that we didn’t do it often.

            “Paul,” was all John had to say.  I let me bass rest on me lap as I brought my hands to me head and just cried.  He sat there silent like he always did, until I was able to speak.  I looked up at him and clenched my teeth together trying with everything I had to stop crying.  I hated crying and being emotional in front of him.

            “I don’t understand, John,” I said shaking my head, “I blew it.  I fookin’ blew it!  She’s gone and I can’t do anything without her,”

            “I’m so sorry man,” John said resting his hand on me shoulder, “She’s coming back though isn’t she?”

                        “Cor I hope so!” I said freaking myself out. What if she realized she was happier without me?  What the hell would I do then!?, “She said she didn’t know how long she’s going to be gone,”

                        “I’m sure she’ll come back man,” John said sincerely, “She’s got to.  I know she loves you, she’s fookin’ head over heels for ya.  And I know she knows you love her.  Plus, she’s bloody pregnant with your baby,”

                        “I know, but that doesn’t mean she’ll come back,” I said getting a headache from all me crying.  I felt like such a sissy, but I loved her so much and couldn’t live without her.  I always knew I couldn’t, but I never actually thought I would have to.  It’s so much worse when it actually happens.

                        “Dammit Paul, stop tossing yourself up in a tizzy!  She’s going to come back, I promise.  She bloody loves you, she just needs a break from all of our shit,” John said.  I nodded.

                        “I know, but I wish she was here still,”

                        “I feel for you Macca I do, and I know this is really hard for you, but right now we need to focus on getting these bloody tracks down for the release,” John said and he was right.  I tried to put Olivia in the back of me mind and work on the album—which John and I ended up working on until 5pm the next day straight.  It was probably the best and worst 30 hours of me life.  John and I talked over a lot of things and at times we seemed to get back to where we were once so long ago.  Could things be looking up already?  After these 30 hours, John and I were stoned off our asses and tired to boot, so we went our separate ways.  I went home and went straight to the couch.  I looked around the empty house.  There was no one here to talk to except for Martha, who persisted to sit at the front door staring at it.  I had never seen her attach so quickly and so much to another as she had Olivia—even after she first moved in with me 4 years ago.  I breathed deep and she wagged her tail looking at me but staying in her position at the door.

            “She’s not coming back Martha,” I tried to tell her, but she’s was a bloody dog, she didn’t understand but for the million and second time today the words hit me and sent the tears rolling down my face again.  I needed her back—I can’t do this much longer.  But I had to live through it for the next seven days before I got to hear her voice again…….

            It was quite a while after dinner and I was just laying in bed trying to fall asleep.  It had been a week since I left London and Paul had been on my mind the whole time and no matter what I did to stop thinking about him, I couldn’t.  I made a mistake.  I shouldn’t have left him—but I couldn’t just call him up and tell him that could I?  I made such a fuss of it, that it wouldn’t be right to just change my mind.   Again I wondered what he was doing and how his last week was.  I hoped he didn’t have too much of a hard time with John in the studio and I wished I could be there to comfort him if he did.  I hated myself for making this decision.  I always do it, I did continuously during the whole George, Davy, Paul fiasco.  I always made the wrong decisions.  I needed Paul, I loved Paul, I was Paul’s wife, I was having his baby.  I turned and stared at the phone wondering if I should call Paul.  I battered the idea back and forth a few times before picking up the phone and dialing the long distance England number.  It rang a few times and just before I hung up,

            “Hello?”  I froze hearing Paul’s voice.  It had been a week since I’ve talked to him which was the longest we’ve ever gone in our four year relationship, “Hello?  Anybody there?” Paul asked again and he seemed a bit slurry.

            “Hi,” was all I managed to get out.  This time it was Paul’s turn to be quiet, “Paul, are you still there?” I asked.

            “Yeah,” he replied.  I didn’t know what to say.

            “How are you?” I asked feeling stupid afterwards.  I felt like I was talking to him for the very first time all those years ago.

            “Feel like hell, you?” he asked and I winced.

            “The same,” I admitted.  It was quiet for a minute or two.

            “Baby I miss you,” Paul told me and I began to get emotional, “This last week has been hell for me.  I’m not bloody doing anything but sitting on me ass all day getting drunk, because without you I don’t want to do anything.  Nothing matters if you aren’t here with me.  I just keep getting drunk,” he said, repeating himself at the end and I knew he was drunk at this moment, “See!—Olivia this is what I am without you.  A fookin’ nobody with no one.  I need you Olivia, I love you Olivia, please come back, please, I’m begging you….” He finished and I swear he was crying.

            “I want to,” I said beginning to cry, “I miss you so much and I’m so mad at myself for doing this,”

            “Olivia don’t cry,” Paul said on the other line, “I hate it when you cry,”

            “I can’t help it.  I love you so much and I miss you. I want to come home,”

            “Then do it.  I’ll call and set up a flight for you, right away.  Please,” he begged, “I haven’t showered all week, I haven’t shaved, nobody wants to talk to me because I’m so depressed,”

            “I know, I know,” I said sniffing, “I’ll come home as soon as I can—I have to.  I can’t go anymore without you.  I kept thinking about you and my family is annoyed with me because I didn’t want to do anything.  You’re problems with The Beatles are really stressful but because I love you, they’re my problems too.  I want to deal with them with you, not away from you,”

            “I love you,” Paul said.

            “I love you too,” I replied wishing I wasn’t thousands of miles away from him.

            “I’m going to call you a flight, alright?” he asked, “Then I’ll call back and tell you when it is,”

            “Alright,” I said.  We said our I love you’s and hung up.  Paul found a flight for the early the next morning and I was off again back to London, England.  As I stepped off the plane I spotted Paul right away.  I dropped my bags and ran over to him latching on to him tight.  He must’ve shaved and showered before today because he looked just the way I’d left him if not better.  He held onto me firmly.

            “Cor, love, I missed you so much,” Paul said into my neck as he kissed me softly.   I squeezed my eyes shut holding back the tears.

            “I missed you, and I’m so sorry,” I said and he pulled me away so he could look at me.  He smiled as he brushed the hair out of my face.

            “Don’t be sorry love,” he said, “I’m the one who should be sorry.  I’ve been an ass, a real prick.  I ran you off and I never ever want to treat you like that again, ever,” he said hugging me close again.  We stood there for a few moments before Paul pulled we away enough so he could kiss me.  I melted in his arms.  We drove home and our night consisted of a romantic dinner, apologies, ‘I love you’s, ‘I missed you’s, and of course making love.  Afterwards we just laid facing each other in silence.

“Paul I’m so sorry,” I said again still not believe that I actually left the man I loved more than anything, even though it was only a week.  It was a long week!  Paul moved my chin up to look at him.

“Love what did I tell you?” he said laughing slightly, “It’s not your fault.  You felt like that’s what you needed to do, and maybe it helped.  I realized that I’ve kinda been a jerk lately, and I never meant to be.  Whenever I’m with you I forget about that shit, well, for the most part.  But is so constant that it just seemed to make me permanently sour whether I was happy with you or not,” he said touching my face slightly and kissing my forehead, “Can we just forget that this ever happened?” he asked and I nodded.

“Of course,” I said kissing him, “So what all did you do this last week?” I asked curious.  He thought for a moment.

               “Well, John and I ended up working on the album for 30 hours straight,” he said shaking his head and laughing.  My eyes went big.

“30 hours?!  You must’ve been dead!”

“Yeah, we both were.  But we were drinking loads of coffee not too mention, smoking a bit,” he said looking at me hesitantly.

“Paul, you don’t need to make that face every time you smoke pot,” I laughed, “I’ve accepted it a long time ago,”

“I know but I feel horrible still because I know you don’t like it,” he said and I kissed him yet again.

“Well don’t its fine.” I said and he smiled.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I replied, “Not meaning to switch the subject so suddenly, but I heard something when I was at my mom’s about John and Yoko getting in trouble…..”  Paul’s eyes popped out and he laughed.

“Oh yes, that!” he said shaking his head, “I don’t know what to do with those two,”

“What happened?” I asked.

“It was actually the day after our album was finished.  I guess Ringo’s been renting out one of his extra places to them or something, but you remember how they said the other night that the police were after them? He asked me and I nodded my head, “Yeah, well they found them and apparently found 219 grains of marijuana in their house!”

“Are you serious!?” I asked actually surprised.

“Yeah, but that’s not it.  I guess they also were resisting the police’s warrant to search.  But according to John, when the police came, Yoko and him were in bed…” Paul gave me a look, “You know, like we are now,” I nodded.

“Oh I see,”

“Yeah, so apparently they were trying to get their clothes on before opening the door and the police too it as resisting them or some shit like that.  So not only are they in trouble for having pot, but also for obstructing the police,” Paul finished laughing and shaking his head once more.

“So did they get arrested or what?”

“No, they were taken down to the station and then on the nineteenth, they went to court for it.  They were remanded on bail and their case is adjourned until November 28.” Paul said.

“Wow….” I said, “Guess I missed a lot,”

“Nah, not really.  It’s not like I went with him to court like I would’ve in the olden days…he just told me this yesterday morning.  But there’s more,” he said raising his eye brows.

“More?” I asked not believe what else there was.

“I guess Yoko’s pregnant and due in July 1969,” he said.

“Really…” I said.  Paul nodded.

“I’ve heard through the grape vine that John’s jealous of us,” Paul laughed turning to his bedside table and grabbing a ciggie.  He lit is and lay flat on his back so not get the smoke in my face.

“He’s jealous?” I asked.

“Yeah, apparently ever since we got married, he’s wanted to get married to Yoko just like us.  And when he found out you were pregnant the first time, he wanted to have a baby with Yoko—but that was the time when he kinda went away from her for a while, so it didn’t happen.  Now, we just announced you were pregnant a couple weeks ago and if you figure it out right….” Paul took a drag and thought for a moment, “You got pregnant the day Ringo got back, so September 3,” he continued to think and I smiled at him because he was so cute, “which would make you due around June 1969,” he finished and nodding to himself then looking over at me, “Only a month difference,”

“Wow, it’s weird thinking John jealous of us,” I said still not really believing it.

“Well, I hate to sound big headed, but I think John’s always kinda been jealous of me, and our relationship too when we started.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Well, he wasn’t sure if he wanted me in the band because I was ‘too good looking’ and might cause trouble,” Paul laughed and took another drag of his ciggie blowing out the smoke, “And back in the day, when I was pulling birds he was always jealous because I got more than he did and he couldn’t because he was married.  Not to mention he always tells me he hates me for writing ‘Yesterday’ and for getting all the A sides of the singles.  He’s says I’m such a bloody good musician that he could kill me sometimes,” Paul finished laughing again and I smiled.

“It does sound to me like he’s a bit jealous of you,” I smiled, “But I don’t blame him,”  I said and Paul looked at me after putting out his cigarette.  He turned to face me again and wrapped his arms around me.

“Yeah?” he smiled and I nodded.

“Who’s not jealous of you?  You really have got everything you could ever want—as far as I know anyway.  I mean you are incredible talented, more so than any of the other Beatles put together,” I said and he continued to smile, “and I’m not just saying that because I love you—I’ve always thought so.  You are incredibly nice to everybody, most the time….”

“Most the time!?” Paul asked making a face.

“You weren’t so nice at dinner the other night,” I reminded him.

“I know, I know, I was only joking,” he said kissing me.

“I don’t know, there is a lot you have that other’s want,” I finished shrugging.

“Like a beautiful girl whom I love more than anything and would do anything for?  And is pregnant with my baby?” he asked me smiling and touching my stomach.  I smiled.

“Well, I don’t know about that one,” I said being modest.  He laughed.

“Yes, that’s probably what people are jealous of the most—well guys anyway,” he said, “You’re incredible, beautiful, kind, loving, and you are always here to right me when I’m wrong and always here by my side when I really need you,” he said.

“Well if that’s everything I am and do, then people must be jealous of me too, because you are all the same—PLUS a Beatle,” I said kidding around with him and laughing.  He laughed not expecting that.

“Yes yes, always because I’m a Beatle,” he rolled his eyes, “But I’m not a “Beatle” anymore.  That’s not the biggest thing…I’m Olivia’s Paul, I’m yours.  That’s who I am now,” he said and I had to kiss him because he was so romantic and the thing was, he meant it all.

“I love you Paul McCartney,” I whispered close to him.

“I love you Olivia McCartney,” Paul whispered back.  It was nice to finally fall asleep back in Paul’s arms and I never wanted to fall asleep with out him again.