Paul and I were on our private jet, flying away to California for Micky and Brittany’s wedding and I couldn’t believe I was actually going back.  I hadn’t been there in years.  I sat quietly watching Paul hold Mary up in the air in front of him—talking and playing with her.  I smiled as she laughed at her dad, both happy as could be. 

            “Well I think she likes you,” I said kidding around.  Paul laughed.

            “Oh yeah?  Well, good, maybe we should keep her then, aye?,” I laughed and turned back to stare out the window aimlessly.  I had so much on my mind.  Deep down I was happy and excited, but on the surface some sort of sadness lingered.  I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in the last few years—and the others for that matter.  Micky and Brittany were getting married…then all that’s left is Peter and Emily.  Mike and Davy are no longer living with the others, let alone the Monkees together. Last I heard though, despite Peter leaving the group, Peter and Micky remained close (which was odd to me because Davy and Micky were like the John and Paul of The Monkees, but then again, John and Paul have become light years apart).  Anyway, they still shared the apartment. But what will happen now after we’re all married and living separate lives?  There’s no way that Micky will stay with Peter after being married to Brittany, and it’s only a matter of time before Peter and Emily get married.  I sighed. It has already changed immensely since I moved away to live with Paul, but there were little things here and there to go back to.  They were nice little excuses to get away, and we needed excuses because it was just so hard to leave with Paul’s schedule when it was a strictly ‘visiting’ trip.  But now, there won’t be little reasons here and there.  Who even knows if Micky and Brittany will stay in California?  I could no longer hear Mary’s coos and turned to see Paul putting her in her crib, as she was sound asleep.  Paul took a seat next to me and touched my hand.  I turned again to look at him and he smiled, his face looking sad.

            “Love are you alright?  You’re very quiet,” he said.  I tried to smile.

            “Yeah, I’m fine.  Just thinking is all,” I said taking his hand in mine.

            “About what?  If I may ask,”

            “You may,” I smiled and he laughed softly, “I’m thinking about how things used to be and how much they’ve changed over the years,” Paul nodded, “Going back always makes me think of it,”

            “Yeah, there have been many changes haven’t there?” his eyes darted back up at me, “For the better I hope?”  I laughed and kissed him softly.

            “Yes, definitely for the better, I’m—well, I’m just afraid,” I said.  Paul cocked his head.

            “Afraid?  Afraid of what?”

            “Never seeing them again after this,” I said a tear welling up.  Embarrassed I brushed it away.  Paul pulled me against him and kissed my head.

            “Oh, love, what makes you think that?”

            “I don’t know I guess, I just feel that after this wedding and Micky and Brittany move away, we’ll all have our own lives.  I mean we did before, but now it’s more of a need to be separate.  You know, we already have a family, and soon they will too.  It’s just going to be so hard to see everybody now,”

            “I understand your point, but I also remember you having this same problem after I asked you to live with me years ago,” Paul said and I looked at him.  He smiled, “You thought for sure if you came to live with me in England you’d never see them again, and look how it turned out.  It’s been 5 years since you moved in with me, and we’ve seen them a few times. And to add, as you said, we’re married and we have Mary now, but we’re still visiting them.” I tried to smile because he was right, I just couldn’t believe it all the way.

            “I suppose.  I just don’t want to be like those friends that completely lose touch, you know?  I guess if I can’t see them often, I at least want to talk to them over the phone.  We were all so close—we have so many memories, and things that we can only talk about with each other for others will think we’re mad if we speak of it!” Paul and I laughed at those memories.

            “Well, unfortunately for me, but on the upside for you, I’ve experienced those too, so you can always talk to me about them,” Paul laughed.

            “What do you mean unfortunately for you?” I asked smiling.

            “I’m officially a nutter love,” he said matter-of-factly, “Going into stomachs, islands, changing bodies,” Paul shivered, “It’s all a bit mad you know,”

            “I know that, but--it was all fun now that you look back on it,” I said.

            “Not all of it,”

            “Really?  You don’t think so?” I asked and he shook his head with a shriveled lip.

            “Nah, it was all a bit depressing to me.  I guess it was alright at times, but you know being places you shouldn’t be because it’s just not normal, and knowing that if anyone found out you’d be sent right to the nut house—well, it kind of depresses me.  Not to mention, the whole time having to deal with the confusion of a certain girl,” he said looking up at the ceiling of the plane.  I laughed and hit him gently.  He smiled and looked back down at me.

            “Excuse me, but if I may defend this girl, I believe it was a certain man, or boy,” Paul’s eyes widened and he chuckled, “that made her this way.”

            “Ah, sod it.  It was both of us,” Paul laughed, “But things worked out just the way I wanted them,” he finished kissing me.

            “Same here,” I said and suddenly had a thought, “Remember the whole stiffy pills incident?” I asked him.  He leaned his head against the back of the chair and smiled.

            “Oh yes, how could I forget that?”

            “Why are you smiling?  You made out with Brittany?!” I asked paranoid he was having ‘good’ memories.  He lifted his head.

            “And you made out with George. Come ‘ead love, don’t be soft.  I’m not thinking of her; I just think it’s quite hysterical that you girls took Stiffy Pills,” he laughed, “Besides,” he said looking back at Mary sleeping, “It’s quite obvious I love you.  You don’t normally go ‘round marrying and having babies with people you don’t love,” I smiled looking back at Mary.

            “You’re right,” I said.

            “Anyway, you were saying….” He reminded me.

            “Oh yes….well, do you remember the memory of yours during that time that you always bring up?”  I asked and he thought for a moment.

            “The one where you said you didn’t want me?” he asked then shook his head, “It happened love, I know it did.”  I hesitated.

            “I know,” I said quietly.  He looked at me and squinted his eyes.

            “What did you say? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

            “I said I know, I remember,”

            “You what?!” Paul asked surprised, “You always gave me shit saying it didn’t happen, making me feel that I’m bloody potty!”

            “I know I’m sorry,”

            “When?”

            “When?” I repeated.

            “Yeah, when did you remember?” I sat quiet and looked away.  He took my face and made me look at him, “Olivia, love, when?”

            “Uh, back in that room we were stuck in,” I admitted.  He pulled back.

            “Are you joking?”

            “No, but I seriously didn’t know what you were talking about at first,” I said quickly defending myself, “but then after you brought it up a second time, I thought about it and I did remember,”

            “You sneaky….” Paul faded off shaking his head with a smile, “Why didn’t you tell me you knew?” he asked, eyes squinted, “I’ve brought it up many times since then, which means you knew for quite a while,”

            “For one, because I didn’t want you to know you were right,” I said and Paul laughed, “Then, as you kept freaking out when I said it didn’t happen, it turned a bit fun making you think you were crazy….” Paul removed his arm from around me and scooted away, pouting.  I laughed.

            “You’re a meanie fishie,” he said and I laughed even harder.

            “Oh, I forgot about that!” I said and he continued to pout.  I cocked my head in sympathy, “Oh come now, Paulie.  Pouting is something our daughter will do, not something a 27 year man should do,”

            “I don’t care.  You’re sly…and conniving…and mean,” he said, “Is there anything else you tricked me on?” he asked squinting his eyes again.  I stuck out my bottom lip and moved over, straddling him on his seat.  I rubbed my hands up and down his chest.  He just sat looking at me.

            “You know, for someone who thinks I’m mean and conniving, you’re not objecting this much,” I said and he just looked at me.

            “Well,” he said clearing his throat, “Although you are all those things,” he smiled with a wink, “I just happen to love you more than anything and, well, I’m kind of turned on by you sitting on me,” I laughed and kissed him.

            “I’m sorry I was so sneaky…you’re just always right.  I couldn’t let you have another one on me,” He laughed.

            “I’ve tried to tell you to trust me and believe me for years love,” he said, his hands on my back pulling me closer.  I kissed him.

            “I do trust you,” Paul didn’t respond, just kissed me.

            “Feeling better?” he asked sincerely.

            “Yeah a lot.  Thanks sweetheart, you always make me feel better,” We smiled and kissed once more, before I moved off of Paul and back to my regular seat.  Paul leaned across me to look out the window,

            “Looks like we’re getting closer,” he said.  I smiled and looked myself, getting a bit nervous.  Paul took my hand, “Things are going to be fine love,”

            “I love you,” I said.  He leaned over and kissed me, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

            “I love you too darling,”

            “Mr. and Mrs. McCartney, we’ll be landing shortly if you could please buckle up,” our pilot said. 

            “You wanna get Mary?” he asked me, “Or do you want me to hold her?”

            “I can get her, she’s probably gonna be hungry soon anyway,” I said getting up and walking over to Mary in her crib.  I picked her up gently and she slept like her dad, not flinching a muscle.  I sat back down and Paul helped me buckle in while holding Mary.  The plane landed nice and easy, Mary asleep till the very end.  She woke up with a bit of crying but it quickly ceased when I fed her.  Paul unloaded the suitcases from the back area as I fed Mary.  They both finished and we left the plane to a sunny Los Angeles.  I smiled as the fresh warm wind hit my face.  There were only a few fans waiting to see our arrival.  Paul deferred from signing autographs this time and we continued into the airport, keeping it to a simple hello.  There were a bunch of people about and Paul had no disguise.  Around London these days he didn’t’ really need one, people just knew for the most part to leave him alone.  But he hadn’t been to America in over a year, so if he were spotted, the excitement would rate a bit higher.

            “Paul, do you have any disguise with you?” I asked putting on a pair of sunglasses. 

            “No, love I don’t.  I was just thinking that,”

            “Any other time I wouldn’t care, but I don’t want to have to run with Mary,” I said.

            “I know love,” Paul said placing his arm around me firmly and pacing the airport with his eyes, “We’ll just have to be quick,” 

            “Hey guys!” I heard a shout.  I looked curious who it was and with a big smile plastered on my face we walked towards Brittany and Emily.  Paul gave them hugs.

            “Hello ladies,” he said, “How are you?”

            “Great!  You guys?  How was the flight?” Emily asked.

            “Fine, thanks,” Paul answered.

            “Oh!  Finally….here she is….little Mary!” Brittany said smiling.  She touched Mary’s face and Mary latched on to her hand with her tiny fingers.  Brittany laughed and Mary smiled, “She’s adorable!”

            “Thanks,” I said smiling and looking over at Paul who winked at me.

            “How old is she?” Emily asked.

            “A little over two months,” Paul answered looking around, “I’d hate to have to ruin this, but if we stay much longer people are going to recognize me and most likely Olivia too,”

            “Paul’s right,” I said.

            “It’d be better to do this at home anyway,” Brittany agreed, “That way I can hold her,” she said with a smile.  We walked swiftly through the airport and made it to Brittany’s car.  They drove us not to my old apartment building. 

            “Hey where are we going?” I asked.

“Oh, I got a new place.  It’s where Micky and I are going to live after we get married,” Brittany replied as she pulled up to a fairly nice house, “Micky bought it as an anniversary present,”

“How sweet,” I said as she parked the car.

“Do you think we should drop this off at a hotel first?” Paul asked pointing back at the trunk, “I know it’s rather late to ask that since we’re here but—“

“Don’t be stupid,” Brittany laughed, “You two can stay here.  It’ll be more comfortable for both of you and Mary I imagine,”

“Thanks Brittany,” I said.

“No prob,” she answered and we got out of the car and made our way inside.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” I said looking around the entry way.

“I know I love it here,” Emily piped up and I had to laugh.

“Here I’ll show you your room so you can set your bags down,” Brittany said as we followed her upstairs.  She led us down a long hallway to a very big and well decorated guest room, “It’s no McCartney mansion, but it should do,” she said winking.

“Ah, we don’t have a mansion,” I said and Brittany raised an eyebrow.

“How many stories?” she asked.  I chose not to answer her, “Paul?”

“Three,” he said amused.  I think he liked the fact we had a big home.

“Um hm, and what’s your backyard like?” she asked.

“It’s a huge walk through garden,” I said, “Okay, okay, so we have a bloody mansion,” She laughed.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of your famous husband,” Brittany laughed and so did Paul and myself.

“Thanks Brittany,” I said as Paul set up Mary’s portable crib.  I set her inside and laid back on the bed.

“You tired love?” Paul asked and I sat up yawning.  I shrugged.

            “You both look tired,” Emily observed and Brittany nodded.  Paul lay next to me.

            “Well, it was an 11 hour flight,” he said closing his eyes, “A bit jet lagged mostly,” I smiled back and him as did Brittany and Emily.

            “Micky and Peter will be over at 6:00 and then we can go out for dinner, does that sound okay?” Brittany asked.

            “What time is it now?” Paul asked, eyes still closed.

            “Uh, ‘bout 2:00.” She answered.

            “Yeah, tonight sounds grand,” he said.

            “Great.  You guys take a nap or something and rest up, if they come and you’re still asleep we’ll wake you,”

            “Thanks again Brittany,” I said hugging them both again, “It’s so good to see you,”

            “You too Olivia.  Have a good nap,” Emily said.

            “Thanks,” I said following them to the door.

“Wait,” Brittany said.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Is Mary awake?” turned to look.

                        “Yeah she is,” Paul answered for me.  Brittany looked at me with pleading eyes.  I smiled.

“Yes, you can take her down with you,” I laughed she hugged me.

“Thanks!  She’s just so adorable,” We walked over to the crib and I lifted Mary handing her to Brittany.

“Oo, we get to baby-sit her?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, kind of,” I answered, “She ate not long ago so she should be alright for a few hours, but Paul and I should be awake by then,”

“Alright, sounds good.  Any toys?” Brittany asked while playing and talking to Mary.

“Yeah, she has a few,” I said moving over to the suitcase.  I glanced at Paul and he was already sound asleep.

“Does that man ever stay awake longer than an hour?” Brittany asked noticing Paul as well.  I laughed.

“I’m not quite asleep yet,” Paul replied and we all laughed.  I walked back over to Brittany with Mary’s little bag of toys.  Emily took them from me.

“She looks a lot like Paul,” Emily commented.

“I know she does,” I said smiling.

“Well, you two rest up.  We’ll come up if we have any troubles,” Brittany said smiling as Mary laughed, “She sure is a happy baby,”

“I know, she hardly ever cries.  It’s sooo nice—especially at night,” I said and they smiled.

“I can’t believe this is your baby,” Brittany said and again I smiled, “Sorry, we’re going now.”

“Oh don’t apologize,” I said, “See you in a while,” I followed them once more to the door and they left and went downstairs. I walked wearily over to Paul and fell next to him.  He groaned and rolled himself over on me and I giggled, “Excuse me mister, what are you doing?”

            “Laying on you, and now I’m going to kiss you,” he said grinning and he did just that.  Our kisses got a little deeper and it felt really nice.  We hadn’t really done anything since before Mary was born, “Do you realize it’s been over a month since we made love?” Paul asked me.

            “I was just thinking that, but we can’t do it here,” I said.

            “Why not?  You know how it’s killing me love,” he asked and I laughed.  He never cared where; it was always fine to him.

            “Because it’s Brittany’s house.  Plus her AND Emily are downstairs,” I said though I wanted to go along with him so bad. 

            “So, they think we are napping,” he said kissing my neck.

            “Paul,” I tried to argue but his body and kisses just pulled me in and I agreed.  We were pretty quiet about it and I’d be surprised if either of the two girls heard—they were probably paying to much attention to Mary.  We lay snuggling under the covers, Paul’s arms tight around me.

            “See, aren’t you glad you agreed now?” he asked and I nodded kissing his chest.

            “Yes,” I said yawning.  We both floated away in a peaceful sleep.  And when I say peaceful, it was.  With Mary not in the room there was no chance of interruption.  It was a perfect way to begin the trip.

            I rolled over opening my eyes slowly.  I yawned and remembered we were at Brittany’s house.  Wow, she was getting married the day after tomorrow.  I couldn’t believe it.  I turned to see Paul awake.

            “Wow, not still sleeping?  That’s a surprise,” I smiled.  He made a face, but recovered with a smile.

            “Yeah yeah,” he laughed.

            “What time is it?” I asked looking at the clock, “Oh four o’clock,” I answered myself.

            “Um excuse me, 4:03 to be exact,” Paul said.  I laughed.

            “You geek,”

            “You know it,” he answered laughing.

            “What are you doing?” I asked him.

            “Reading this paper,” he said showing me.

            “Where did you find that?” I asked yawning again.

            “In the drawer here,”

            “Paul!  Were you snooping?” I asked laughing.

            “Come ‘ead love, you know I love a good snoop.” He smiled winking at me.

            “Anything interesting?” I asked him.  He shrugged.

            “Not really.  There’s some stuff about us in here and the shit going on at Apple.  Of course I’m the big bloody bad guy.”

            “What did they say?” I asked trying to look.

            “Nothing really, just that I’m being stubborn and holding out on signing the contract to have Allan Klein our new manager.  It’s stupid though.  He wants bloody 20 percent, and I think 15 is enough.  But he’s not settling with that,” he said.  I squeezed his arm.

            “I’m sorry sweetie,” I said and he smiled.

            “Ah, I’m done getting worked up about it.  I just think its all bull shit,”

            “What’s that?” I asked Paul as I looked at the next page.

            “What’s what?”

            “That.  Does that say Yoko?” I asked not being able to read the whole article.  Paul shifted his gaze over.  There was a moment of silence.

            “Holy shit!” Paul said sitting up.

            “What?  What does it say?” I asked sitting up as well.

            “Listen to this, ‘Yesterday, July 1^st, Beatle John Lennon and wife Yoko Ono were involved in a car crash in Golspie, right north of Scotland, when Mr. Lennon let the car go out of control,’” Paul paused, “Bloody idiot,” I gasped and Paul continued, “‘John and Yoko were taken to the Lawson Memorial Hospital where Lennon had 17 stitches in a facial wound.  Yoko had 14 stitches, and Yoko’s daughter Kyoko had four.  John’s son Julian, only suffered from shock and they are all still detained in the hospital,’”

            “Oh my gosh,” I said.  Paul scratched his head.

            “What a fookin’ idiot,” he mumbled shaking his head and his name calling a result of worry, “The git was probably driving without his glasses again.  He knows he can’t see a damn thing!  And to do that with three other people in the car, including two children!”

            “I’m sorry Paul,” I said touching him softly, “At least they’re going to be alright,”

            “Yeah,” Paul said and laughed lightly, “What do you know?  I still care about the bastard,” I smiled and kissed his arm, “You think we should get downstairs?”

            “Sure,” I said, “Are you going to be alright?” I asked.  Poor Paul.  Crap always happened to him when he was away.

            “Yeah, I’ll be fine.  I’ll try to call him tomorrow or something.  See if he’s home,”

            “That’s sounds like a good idea,” I said.  He smiled and we kissed once more before getting up and getting dressed.  We made our way downstairs where Brittany and Emily we sitting on the couch watching TV, Mary laying on her blanket in front of them.  Emily turned.

            “Finally!” she said causing Brittany to turn.

            “All rested up?” she asked. I nodded.

            “For now anyway,” Paul answered, “But you know me, I can’t stay up much over an hour, so I’ll be asleep again soon,”

            “Ah shut up,” Brittany laughed along with the rest of us.  We sat down on the love seat kiddie corner from the couch, Paul picking up Mary.

            “Did you like spending time with your Aunties?” he asked her kissing her atop the head.

            “Oh!  We get to be Aunties?” Emily asked.  Paul nodded.

            “Yeah, of course,” he answered, “She doesn’t have any otherwise,”

            “Oh yeah!  All she has is Uncles,” Brittany concluded.  I nodded.

            “But Mike is married, so Angela I suppose is an Aunt,” I remembered.

            “Who’s Mike?” Emily asked.

            “Me brother,” Paul answered laying Mary back down. We laughed as she kicked giggling to herself.

            “Man she’s cute,” Emily said.

            “Thanks again,” Paul smiled, “So when are the guys coming over?”

            “Six, why?  Do you feel left out with all these girls?” Brittany teased.

            “Yeah,” Paul nodded sadly, “Actually, the more girls the better,” he winked.  I rolled my eyes.

            “Eww!” Emily said.

            “Ah, you still get off on that?  I was only joking.  We all know I only love Olivia here,” Paul laughed.

            “You better!” Brittany said and Paul widened his eyes at her. We continued to talk for about the next hour when Micky and Peter arrived early.

            “Hey, hope you don’t mind us coming early,” we heard Micky said as they entered the living room with Brittany.

            “Not at all, thank you!” Paul kidded relieved, “Too many girls for me,”

            “That’s a surprise,” Peter laughed.  Paul stood up and shook hands with each of them.

            “Good to see you again, mates,” he smiled.

            “You too Paul, it’s been quite a while,” Micky said.  I stood up and hugged them.

            “Hey guys,” I greeted finishing with Peter.

            “How was your flight?” Peter asked taking a seat next to Emily, Micky next to Brittany.

            “Good, good,” Paul nodded.

            “Long,” I replied and they smiled.

            “Oh, I didn’t even notice!” Micky laughed, “There’s a little baby on the floor,”

            “Yeah, she is a bit small.  You know hard to see.  Sometimes when I set her down I can’t find her again, she just kinda blends,” Paul kidded Micky and the other’s laughing.  I rolled my eyes.

            “Can I hold her?” he asked.

            “Sure,” Paul replied.

            “Me next!” Peter blurted.  I smiled.

            “Of course Peter,” I said as Micky lifted Mary and held her in his arms.

            “Wow, she’s beautiful,” he said looking up at us.  Paul and I smiled.  It felt rather nice to have compliment over compliment on something you created.

            “How old?” Peter asked.

            “Two months,” Emily replied and Peter nodded.

            “Her names Mary right?” Micky asked.

            “Yeah, after me mum,” Paul replied.

            “That is so cool,” Brittany commented wiggling her finger in front of Mary to grab. 

            “Come on Micky, it’s my turn,” Peter complained.  Micky laughed.

            “Alright, alright, Pete.  Just be careful,” he said handing her to Peter.  I think she liked all this attention.

            “So how is life now that you have a baby?” Micky asked.  Paul sighed.

            “Tiring, but great.  I love her,” he said and I nodded in agreement.  As always Paul was the talker.

            “That’s so weird thinking you have a baby now,” Peter said to me, “It’s a little baby Olive.” I laughed.

            “Thanks Peter,” I said.

            “I want one of those,” Emily said.

            “What?  A baby?” Paul asked.  She nodded.

            “Yeah, they’re so cute,” she answered.  I smiled.

            “I’m sure you’ll have one some day Em,”

            “Me too, right Micky?” Brittany asked.  Micky laughed.

            “Yeah, you too.  But can we get married first?” he kidded.

            “Of course,” she answered kissing him, “So, anyone hungry now?  Or do we want to wait?”

            “I could eat now,” Paul asked just as his stomach growled.  He smiled, “See, it’s on cue,”

            “I’m hungry too,” Peter replied.

            “Alright, let’s go now then,” Brittany said.  We all got ready and drove to a nice little restaurant in town.  We all sat down at the table and ordered.

            “So how does it feel to be back here?” Micky asked. I smiled.

            “Good.  Different, but good,”

            “Hey, I heard about John and Yoko,” Brittany said and Paul stiffened up, “Are they going to be alright?”

            “Um, I don’t know.  I think so.  I actually didn’t even know it happened till this afternoon.  I read it in your paper,” he replied and I touched his hand.  He looked over and smiled at me.  

            “How is it going in the group?” Peter asked.  I was surprised he would ask since he was the one who dissolved theirs.   Paul laughed sarcastically.

            “It’s going, I don’t usually like to talk about it,” he smiled.

            “Oh sorry,” Peter apologized.

            “No it’s alright, I don’t mind with you guys.  I’ve just been having to deal with a lot you know, them, press, producers…”

            “Yeah, I understand,” Peter said. 

            “So when are Davy and Mike coming up?” Paul asked switching subjects.

            “Well, Davy should be flying here since he’s out in England--“

            “Did you know that?” Peter asked.  I knew Brittany knew of our encounter, apparently Peter didn’t.

            “Yeah, Paul and I actually ran into him a bit before Mary was born,” I answered.

            “Oh yeah, I guess I did know that,”

            “I knew I told you guys,” Brittany said rolling her eyes, “Anyway, so he should be here early tomorrow morning or really late tonight.  Mike and Sara, are only in Texas so they’ll fly out tonight and get here early tomorrow morning again,”

            “Gear,” Paul said taking a drink.  Our food came and we ate chatting like always.  Mary slept the majority of the time, me having to leave for the bathroom once to feed her.  I know some mothers don’t mind breast feeding in public, but I wasn’t one of them.  Besides, Paul already let me know he didn’t want me doing that.  He said he didn’t want men taking advantage of me having a baby and looking at my chest.  I laughed and tried explaining to him that they wouldn’t.  He disagreed.  He said he remembered when he was a boy and saw that and thought it was the coolest thing ever.  He also said I’m a younger mother and quite beautiful so it’s even more apt to grab guy’s attention.  As I wasn’t going to do it anyway I agreed to do it in the privacy of a bathroom or different room, unless of course Paul was the only one with me.  When I returned Mary quickly fell back asleep and we finished up our meal.  We headed home afterwards and I put Mary to bed.  We played a few games and talked way into the night.  Paul and I headed off to bed happy.  It was a great day back, and it felt nice to be here.  For both of us.  It was always nice to get away from the hectic life of a Beatle and just act like normal person with no huge importance.  The next day was going to be busy again as Davy, Linda, Mike and Sara would be here. And I suppose Davy and Linda would have there little baby as well.  She was quite pregnant last time I saw her.  I snuggled close to Paul and he kissed me gently.  I fell asleep rather quickly ready for another day.