I woke up the next morning with Mary’s cries filling my ears.  As I stretched I could see Paul’s figure sitting up.  I turned over and he turned to me.

            “I think our daughter’s hungry,” he said.  I nodded.

            “I think you’re right, can you hand her to me?” I asked him.  He raised an eyebrow.

            “Can I have me pants?”

            “No,” I replied.  He shrugged and got up from the bed only in his skin and picked Mary up.  He smiled as he talked to her and she seemed to calm down a bit.  I smiled as he handed her to me.

            “Now pretend like you never saw daddy like that,” I said smiling.  Paul laughed coming beneath the covers again.

            “Like it matters, we’ve had sex with her in the room.  I don’t think she knows the difference quite yet love,”

            “True,” I replied as Mary quieted down and ate her breakfast.

            “Hey guys?” We heard a voice at the door.

            “Yes?” Paul responded.

            “Mike and Sara just got here, and Davy and Linda got in last night, well, this morning—if you wanna come down.  Everyone else is here too.  We’re making pancakes,” the voice I identified as Brittany’s said.

            “We’ll be right down,” Paul answered.

            “Okay,” Brittany said, “Oh yeah, Olivia I forgot to tell you—can I just come in?” I said yes and Paul said no.  He turned to me.

            “Love I’m naked under here,” he whispered pointing at the covers.

            “She can’t see you,” I replied.  He shriveled his nose.

            “But I wanted to do things with you when she left,” He whispered looking into my eyes and kissing my neck.  I closed my eyes.

            “Guys?” Brittany asked again.

            “Um, I’m feeding Mary right now and Paul’s not dressed yet, so I don’t think you want to come in,” I said.  Paul smiled kissing me again.

            “Oh, well, your mom is coming in about an hour,” she said.  My eyes opened immediately and Paul stopped kissing my skin.

            “Your mum?” he asked looking up at me. I just stared at him confused.  Mary was finished so I handed her off to Paul and buttoned his shirt.

            “Get under the covers,” I told him and walked over to the door.  I opened it and Brittany smiled.

            “I knew that would grab your attention,” she glanced at Paul lying in bed, chest exposed.  She grinned and raised her eyebrows, “Hey there Paulie,”

            “Mornin’ Brittany,” he answered all smiles and including a wink.  She laughed and shook her head.

            “So my mom really isn’t coming then?” I asked.

            “No she is,”

            “What?  I mean, why?”

            “Cuz I invited her over.  Come on Olivia she’s like a mom to me too, I want her to come to my wedding,”

            “Why didn’t you tell me?”

            “Cuz I wanted it to be a surprise,” she smiled, “Surprise!”  I just looked at her, “Should I not have?”

            “No that’s fine, I just, I don’t know,” I said, “When is she coming?”

            “In about an hour.  Plus, Micky’s bachelor party is tonight so the guys are all going to be at that and we girls will go out together.  I figured your mom wou--”

            “Bachelor party?” Paul interrupted.  I turned to look at him.

            “Yeah, you know, most grooms have them before they get married,” Brittany replied.  Paul raised his eyebrows.

            “You know darling, come to think of it, I never got to have one,” Paul said looking at me.  I smiled faintly.

            “Well, if you also remember correctly there was a little rush on the wedding due to certain circumstances.  Besides, you didn’t need one,” he frowned.

            “What do you mean I didn’t need one?”

            “Well, not that you didn’t need one, but, come on Paul with your friends you would’ve been at some stripper joint or worse,” I said.

            “Isn’t that what bachelor’s are supposed to do before they get married? Get a stripper?” he asked.  I was taken aback by his comment.  I turned fully to face him and Brittany raised her eyebrows obviously sensing an argument brewing.

            “Are you being serious?”  Paul looked at Brittany then back at me.

            “Shouldn’t I be?” he asked.  I crossed my eyebrows.

            “Paul!” I said a little loudly.

            “What?  I thought that’s what bachelor parties are supposed to be.  You know, one last hooraw before they tie the knot,” he said and I put a hand on my hip, raising my one eyebrow like I always did when I was pissed.  Paul knew that and faded off in his sentence, “Isn’t that what Micky….is…..”

            “No I don’t think so,” Brittany said knowing what he was going to ask, “His friends set it for him but he better not be or I’ll kick his ass,”

            “You know what Paul,” I said walking over to him and taking Mary, “Since you had your hopes up for this, why you don’t just go to a club  nevertheless of Micky’s party and have your last little hooraw with some slutty stripper since you never got to before we were married!”

            “Olivia,” Paul complained as I took Mary.

            “No Paul, I feel horrible for getting pregnant so we had to rush the wedding and you weren’t able to have your precious party,” I said angry, “So do it, go off and have a belated bachelor party.  I’ll stay home with our baby while you’re off screwing some girl!” I said walking away from him and towards the door.  He jumped up.

            “Olivia!” He shouted.

            “Whoa Paul!” Brittany shouted.

            “Shit!” Paul yelled and I turned around enough to see him quickly grab the sheets and cover himself.  Serves him right, thinking he should have been able to sleep with some girl before we were married!  I fumed with anger.  I looked at Brittany and she stood staring at Paul her mouth open.  Great, I thought.  I knew what was running through her head, ‘I just saw Paul McCartney’s ‘member’!’

            “Stop thinking about it Brittany,” I said before walking out the door.

            “Sorry,” she said shaking her head.  I continued to walk and made it downstairs; everybody’s eyes were on Brittany and me.  I smiled.

            “Good morning!” I said trying to distract them from the yelling they I’m sure heard.  They all nodded and greeted quietly, “Mike, Sara!” I said handing Mary to Brittany who gladly took her.  I gave them both hugs.

            “Hey there shotgun,” Mike smiled rustling my hair. 

            “Olivia, it’s been so long!” Sara said hugging me again.  We hugged and she seemed so different.  She looked different but something about her attitude….was she being friendly? 

            “Cakes are done!” Peter yelled walking out of the kitchen.  I wondered if it was awkward for them all being together but not ‘musically together’.  It didn’t seem to bother anyone, or show anyhow.

            “Peter?  You cooked?” I asked. He nodded with a smile setting the cakes down on the table.  Emily and Micky came from behind with the meat and eggs.

            “Of course Olive, I’m a chef in the making,” he laughed.  I smiled and sat down placing Mary in the crib with Annabel just beyond the table so they were still in eyesight.  Brittany took the chair to the left of me and the one to the right remained open.

            “Well, he’s here too huh?” Mike asked me smiling.  I turned around and saw Paul dressed coming down the stairs.  He walked over to the table.

            “Hey Mike, good to see you again,” he smiled, “Sara, you too.”

            “Good to see you Paul, it’s been a long time,” Sara said.  He smiled and as he looked at me I turned away.  The chair beside me moved and I looked up to see Davy standing there looking at me.  I smiled shyly and uncomfortably remembering last night.

            “Um, Davy?  Is it alright if I sit next to me wife?” I heard Paul ask.  Davy smiled.

            “Of course Paul, I didn’t realize the other chair was taken,” Davy lied.  Paul smiled fakely and sat next to me.  He just looked at me as the last few people got situated in their chairs.

            “This is a nice house guys, wow,” Mike said looking around.  Micky nodded.

            “Yeah, it’s perfect.  And after tomorrow I get to move in officially!” Everyone laughed and Paul grabbed my hand under the table.  I pulled away from him.

            “Are you excited?” I asked him ignoring Paul.

            “For the wedding or moving in?” Micky asked.  I smiled.

            “Both,”

            “Yeah, very.  I can’t wait,” he smiled and kissed Brittany.  I smiled wishing I could replay my wedding with Paul.  I loved that feeling of just getting married or about to be—not that I don’t love me life with Paul after wards, because I do, more than anything.

            “So what was going on upstairs?  There was a lot of yelling,” Peter asked suddenly.  We all looked up at him quietly.

            “Nothing, Olivia and I were just discussing a touchy subject,” Paul responded with a smile.  He turned to look at me and I looked back at him smiling unwillingly.  Touchy subject, you can say that again!

            “So what are you men doing for the bachelor party?” Linda asked.  I let out a small unnoticeable laugh. Perfect timing Linda.

            “Ah, I’m not sure really.  Probably see a stripper or something, you know,” Micky smiled.  Brittany and I locked in our gaze.  She laughed and hit him gently, “I’m just kidding of course, I really don’t know.”

            “You’ll find out eventually,” Peter said.

            “How about you girls?  What are you doing?” Paul asked obviously wanting to change the subject.

            “Just hanging out, go to a fancy restaurant or something.  Carol volunteered to watch Annabel and Mary for you guys,” she said.  I smiled.

            “Sounds like fun,” I said.  We all ate in silence and Paul didn’t try to grab my hand anymore, mainly because he was on my right and as he’s left handed he couldn’t hold my hand and eat at the same time.  I was thankful for that.  Afterwards, I went in to help Brittany with the dishes and everyone else chatted in the living room.  I scrubbed the plate hard.

            “Are you okay?” she asked me.  I looked at her and smiled.

            “Why wouldn’t I be?  My husband just wishes he was able to sleep with someone before we got married, that’s nothing right?” I said scrubbing hard again.  Brittany rubbed my shoulder and I shook my head, “I can’t believe him!  We were together for how long before we were married?  And all that time he never gave any clue to being bothered with sleeping with only me.  Well, that’s because he was waiting for his bachelor party cuz he figured he could then!”

            “Olivia, I wouldn’t go that far,” Brittany said.

            “Yeah, well, Paul can surprise you sometimes,”

            “I know he can.  He did it this morning when he hopped out of bed,” Brittany said giggling like a little girl again.  I had to laugh.

            “I’m sorry bout that,” I said.

            “Sorry?  For what?” she smiled, “I know I’m getting married tomorrow, but damn!  He is one fine man, even now,” she shook her head.  I laughed.

            “Brittany, you shouldn’t think thoughts like that,” I said, “you said it yourself, you’re getting married tomorrow,”

            “I know, but it’s never going to change ‘Liv, I love Micky more than anything but I think you’re husband is the hottest man in the world,” she whispered.

            “Uh thanks?” We both whipped around and saw Paul standing in the doorway.  Brittany turned bright red and ran out of the kitchen.  Paul turned to watch her go, eyebrows raised, then walked towards me.  He rolled up his sleeves and stuck his hands in the water, taking Brittany’s spot.  He helped wash the dishes in silence with me. I stopped.

            “I can’t believe you,” I finally said quietly. 

            “Love I’m so sorry, but that came out all wrong, it’s not what I meant,” he said.  I looked up at him skeptically. 

            “Is that so?  Then what exactly did you mean?” I asked curious.

            “I never said that that’s what I wanted or wished I got to do.  I was just saying isn’t that what they usually do at a bachelor parties?  If the guys did that for me before we were married you know that I wouldn’t have gone through with it,” he said and I just looked at him.

            “You wouldn’t?” I asked.  He smiled.

            “Darling of course not!  If I wanted to sleep with other girls besides you, I would have and we wouldn’t be married right now, let alone together.  There’s no way I could do that, or would want to, I love you too much,” he said softly.  I looked down at the water and Paul took his wet hand and placed it on my chin kissing me on the mouth.  I breathed in deep and kissed back.  He pulled away and I laughed.

            “You got my face all wet,” I complained.  He laughed and scooped up a handful of bubbles then blew them on me.  I laughed and he pulled me close to him.

            “You look smashing, even with that soap on the end of your nose,” he laughed and I wiped it off, “I’m sorry love, I am.  I didn’t mean it like that at all, I swear, you know me….”

            “I’m sorry I flew off the handle like that, I just couldn’t believe you,”

            “It’s alright,” he said kissing me again.  He moved me so I was up against the cabinets and pressed his body on me, moving his hands up and down my thigh then up my shirt.  He circled his fingers slowly in the small of my bare back then traced them up to my shoulders.  He broke away to kiss my neck and I pulled him closer to me.

            “Paul,” I barely whispered.

            “Mm, Olivia, sweetheart, shh,” he replied his breath speeding up.  He began pushing on me again and I could feel him getting harder.   I swallowed hard running my hand through his hair as he lifted one of my legs wrapping it around him.  He made his way down to my collar bone and kissed it gently.  I continued to keep my leg around him and he used his hand to unbutton my shirt kissing as he went.  I closed my eyes taking it all in and wanting more, but knowing here was not the place.

            “Paul what are you doing to my daughter?” Paul whipped around shoving me into the counter by accident, his eyes bulging.

            “Uh, Mrs. Newton, I mean, Carol, er,” he smiled out of breath.  She lifted an eyebrow and he suddenly pulled me in front of him to hide his very obvious erection.

            “Mom, what a surprise!” I said as best I could trying to compile my self together mentally.

            “Yes a surprise indeed,” she replied.

            “Hello Mrs. Newton,” Davy said passing into the kitchen to bring us a left over dish.  He looked at Paul and then myself, the suspicion all over his face, “How are you?” he asked her.

            “Well, fine I guess, I just caught Paul humping my daughter,” she blurted and my eyes grew huge.  Davy turned quickly and stared me right in the eye as if I was cheating on him.

            “What?” he asked looking back her.

            “Mom,” I warned.

            “It’s true.  Look at his thingy, it’s huge,” she said pointing.

            “Mom!” I yelled.

“Carol!” Paul yelled at the same time, except his was more of a ‘shh, please your embarrassing me’ and mine was more like a ‘mom shut up!’ However I too was more embarrassed than ever.  Paul always gave me crap about the last encounter like this I had with my mom…well this was worse and now he’s involved--not Davy.  I don’t think he’ll give me crap for this one. She giggled.

            “You two lovers,” she said swishing her hand at us and leaving the room.  We could hear her greeting the others in the living room.  Davy, Paul, and I just stood there in silence.  I looked at Davy and I noticed him look down at Paul’s pants.  Paul moved more behind me.

            “So, how’s it going Davy?” he asked smiling.  Davy just stared at him.

            “Just peachy,” He somewhat snapped.  Brittany walked in the kitchen smiling.

            “So I take it you too made up?” she smirked.  I looked up at Paul who was frowning.

            “Why would you say that?” he asked slowly.

            “Because you were humping Olivia--Carol told us,” Brittany laughed.

            “Bloody hell!” Paul said turning around and placing his hands on the back of his head as he leaned it against the upper cabinets.  I put my arms around his waist and leaned my head on his back.  Emily walked into the kitchen.

            “Were you really humping Olivia?” she asked eyes big.  I felt Paul let out a breath and he turned facing us throwing his hands in the air.

            “Yes, yes I was,” he said giving up.  Emily’s eyes got big, “Yes, Emily, ewwww,” Paul said letting out a laugh.  I had to smile too.  Emily nodded.

            “You said it teaser,” she replied.

            “Mom!” I yelled.

            “Too late everyone already knows!” she giggled and everyone besides Paul and I laughed.  I nodded.

            “Wonderful,”

            “Ah, laugh Olivia,” Brittany said.  We looked at her and I happened to look at Davy who I guess, was the other person not laughing, “We all know you guys do that.  For one, you’re married, you have a baby, really obvious there, and lastly, hey, it’s Paul, we expect it,”

            “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Paul asked defending himself and I had to smile.

            “You were humping Olivia,” Brittany said.

            “You can bloody stop saying that now,” he said, “I know what I was doing,”

            “I know, but it’s funny to get you all embarrassed and flustered.  We don’t get to see you like this much,” Brittany laughed and I turned to look up at Paul.  He looked down at me then back at Brittany with a smile.

            “Well, I’m glad you’re getting a kick out of this,” he said, “And she was going at it too you know,”

            “Paul!” I said hitting him gently in the stomach.  He laughed.

            “Come on you guys,” Brittany laughed motioning us to the living room.  Davy followed quietly behind us all and took a stand next to Linda, staring at me.  Paul noticed and pulled on my waist tighter.  Everyone stared for only a few seconds when we came out but everything eventually went back to normal.  The phone rang and Brittany went away to answer it leaving us all chatting away like usual.

            “Oh there’s my little granddaughter!” my mom cooed at Mary.  She picked her up from her crib and rocked her back and forth.  Paul kissed me on top of my head as we watched her play with Mary.

            “Paul, it’s for you,” Brittany said from the kitchen.  Paul turned his body towards her.

            “Me?” he asked.  She nodded, “Who knows this number that I know?” he asked me confused.  I shrugged.

            “I don’t know,” I said as he left the room to go to the kitchen.  We continued to talk while he was in on the phone.  Sara and Mike were telling us about Texas and how much they enjoy it there.  I was happy for her, she seemed really happy for once.  Maybe that’s why she was never that nice before—she just wasn’t truly happy.  Paul returned after a few minutes, his face twisted with concern.

            “Honey who was it?” I asked him as he put his arm around me again.

            “Uh, John,” he said, “He says hi to everyone by the way,”

            “Hi John,” everyone said and laughed.

            “How did he get my number?” Brittany asked.

            “Well, he knew we were going to stay with you but after Olivia’s old number didn’t work, he had them look you up,”

            “I see,” Brittany replied, “So what’s up?”

            “Er, someone broke into our house,”

            “What?!” I said turning to face him, “When?”

            “Yesterday,” Paul answered, “They climbed over the gate and stuff, grabbed our ladder, and apparently our upstairs bathroom window was partially open, so they thought they’d pay a little visit,”

            “They?” Sara asked.

            “Yeah, it was a few of the Apple Scruffs.  Diane Ashley, I think she’s called, went up the ladder and into the house, then opened the front door and let her friends in, one of them was Margo.”

“Margo?!,” I said surprised.

            “Who’s Margo?” Brittany asked.

“Oh she’s one the Apple Scruffs we’ve gotten to know; she walks Martha sometimes for us,”

“And she broke into your house!?”

“Apparently,” Paul answered.

“Did they steal anything?” I asked concerned.

“Yeah, John said they stole a few of our clothes along with some of our photographs, even the negatives,”

            “What?! I can’t believe this!” I said upset.  Paul nodded.

“Me too, damn girls,” Paul said angry.

“I didn’t know your fans stole and broke into your house,” Mike said.  Paul nodded.

“Well you get two kinds really. There are those who would break into the house and such, and those who will just wait outside with cameras and autograph books. I’ll have to talk to Margo and see if she can get any of our stuff back.  I can’t believe this, it makes me bloody mad,” Paul said shaking his head.

            “So they just got away?” Sara asked.

            “I guess,” Paul shrugged, “I’m glad John called to tell us though, otherwise we’d be completely lost wondering where our stuff went.  I just hope they didn’t take any real important pictures,”

            “That was nice of him,” Micky said.

            “Yeah,”

            “How’s John doing?” I asked remembering the accident.

            “Oh yeah, I asked about that too.  He said Yoko fared the worst, and the kids are a bit sore, along with himself—but they’ll be fine,”

            “Accident?” Davy asked.  Paul nodded.

            “They got into a car accident,” Davy made a ‘yikes’ face and nodded.

            “How are all your buddies?” My mom asked still holding Mary.  I glanced up at Paul.

            “We’re still buddies,” he said and I rested my head on his chest.  He kissed the top of my head again.

            “Do they still wear my sweaters on Christmas?” she asked next.  Paul and I laughed.

            “That was a long time ago,” Paul said.

            “Oh, they do still fit don’t they!?”

            “Yeah, they still fit,” My mom smiled big.  We talked for about another hour and then Paul and I headed upstairs to get ready for the evening, my mom still taking care of Mary.  I stripped down along with Paul and we hopped in the shower.

            “How bout that morning aye?” he asked sticking his head under the spicket.  I let the water fall from him and splash on me, “First we fight, then we make up, then your mom sees!” I laughed.

            “No more bugging me about the moaning thing now, this was much worse.  I felt like a child again—my mom catching me making out with my boyfriend or something,” I laughed.

            “Ugh, that was horrible.  Do you know how embarrassed I was?” he asked shaking his head and squeezing shampoo into his hand.

            “I could tell, yes,” I said laughing again.

            “Turn around,” Paul told me.  I frowned.

            “Why?  I like facing you, the water on my back feels nice,”

            “Just do it,” he said turning me.  He put his hands through my wet hair, massaging as he washed.  I groaned because it felt incredible.  He was a hell of a masseuse, “See, I knew you’d like it,” he said bending down and kissing my neck.  He bent me back to rinse off the shampoo and repeated with the conditioner.

            “Your turn,” I said squirting shampoo in my hand and rubbing them together.  I stood on my tippy toes and ran my fingers through his long hair.  He closed his eyes wrapping his hands around my waist. 

            “What are you doing up there?” he asked eyes still closed.  I smiled.

            “What are you talking about?”

            “I feel you messing around with me hair, not natural like,” he opened his eyes, smiled, and looked up.

            “I’m giving you a soapy Mohawk,” I laughed as his hair stood atop his head sticking up about 2 and a half inches, “Jeez your hair’s long,”

            “I gotta see this,” he said opening the shower curtain.  The mirror wasn’t completely fogged over so he could see himself.  He laughed, “I don’t know, I kinda like this look,” I laughed and pulled him back in the shower.  I pushed him against the wall, flattening his hair with my fingers.

            “I like this look better,” I said kissing him.  He pulled me close groaning.

            “Me too, I like the look of you in me arms,” he smiled kissing me again.  We finished our shower and well, made up from this morning nice and steamy like—if you get the drift.  We got out eventually and got dressed.

            “Hey Paul,” I said slipping on a mini and black fishnets.

            “Yes love?” he asked sitting on the bed next to me and slipping his black socks on to match his dress pants and white shirt. 

            “Do you know where you guys are going?” I asked.  He finished with his right foot and pulled me into his arms.

            “We’re not going to a strip club,” he said.  I looked up at him.

            “Promise?” I asked.  He nodded.

            “Cross me heart hope to die, stick a needle in me eye,” he laughed and winked, “Really love, we aren’t.  We’re going to just a normal party, you must trust me…”

            “I do, I just didn’t want you going to a strip club,”

            “Then you don’t trust me, because you should know I would never do that.  The only stripper I’ll see and spend money on is you,” he winked again.

            “Are you ever going to let me live that down?” I asked.  He looked up at the ceiling as if in thought.

            “Um, let me think--nope.” he laughed and kissed me on the forehead, “I love you,”

            “I love you too,” I smiled kissing him, “I hope you have fun tonight,”

            “I’ll try, it’s hard when you aren’t around,” he said then paused, “Well, only sometimes if I’m thinking about you, but mostly it’s hard when you are around…”  I laughed and pushed him back on the bed staying in my sitting position.  He laughed.

            “Paul McCartney,” I shook my head still smiling, “You’re no different than when I met you 5 years ago,”

            “Well why should I be?  I’ll always be Paul McCartney—distinguished gentleman, famous composer and musical artist, good humored, loving, respectable,--”

            “Perverted husband,” I finished for him and he opened his mouth in mock surprise.  I laughed, “Come on,” I helped him up and we headed downstairs. 

            “Oo, don’t you two look nice,” My mom smiled.

            “Thanks,” I said as I curtsied.  Paul smiled.

            “You’re so damn adorable,” he whispered in my ear.  I smiled and squeezed his hand.

            “Are you ready to go Paul?” Micky asked.  He nodded.

            “Yep, sure am,” he said turning to me.  He walked over to Mary asleep and gave her a kiss, touching her hair softly.  I heard him whisper something to her but I couldn’t make out the words.  I imagined it was along the lines of I love you.  He walked then over to me and kissed me.

            “Have a good night love,” he said, “You too girls.  Have fun,” he waved.

            “Thanks Paul,” the girls smiled.  He nodded kissing me once more.

            “I love you,”

            “I love you too, have a good night as well,” He nodded and the guys left.

            “Well, are you gals ready for a good night!?” Brittany asked.  We all nodded, said goodbye to my mother and the babies, then left.  We went to a restaurant that I used to die for years ago.  It was just as wonderful now as it was then.  We placed our orders and each one of us had a margarita.

            “So, married life is okay then girls?” Brittany asked us.  We laughed.

            “You aren’t getting cold feet are you?” Sara asked.  Brittany shook her head.

            “No, I don’t think so.  I want to marry Micky with all my heart, but—do you feel old, you know being married?”

            “I don’t,” Sara replied.

            “Olivia?  Linda?”  Linda just looked at me to answer; I could tell she felt a bit awkward.

            “Um, not really.  I mean I definitely feel older than before, especially after having Mary, but it’s because I’ve matured you know?” she nodded taking a sip of her drink, “Not because I’m “old”.  I mean after all, I’m only 25,”

            “That’s true, but that’s younger than me!” Brittany laughed as did the rest of us.

            “You’ll be fine, believe me.  You and Mickey are going to be really happy,” I said trying to comfort her.  She smiled.

            “Yeah, I love him so much,”

            “So do you think you’ll be able to sleep tonight?” Sara asked. 

            “I hope so!  I don’t want to collapse tomorrow from exhaustion, could you just imagine!?” we laughed with the picture.

            “Em, you’ve been quiet,” Sara turned to Emily.  Emily smiled sheepishly.

            “You look like your keeping a secret,” Brittany said, “Which reminds me!”

            “What?” I asked.

            “Oh you already know,” she said.  I looked at her confused.

            “I saw Paul naked!” Brittany shrieked and I rolled my eyes.

            “Brittany,”

            “You did!?” Emily’s eyes showing her surprise.

            “Yeah, when they were—uh, discussing this morning—he got up to do something and forgot that I was in there and that he was naked—I saw everything!” she giggled.

            “Really?” Sara asked curious with a smile, “So?”

            “So?  Come on you guys, he’s my husband!  And we aren’t twelve anymore,” I pleaded.

            “I know, but we’ve been over this, he’s ALSO famous Beatle Paul McCartney, and we’re big fans.  It’s news that I got to see his ding dong!” Brittany shrieked again, “And, if you don’t mind Olivia, I must say—it’s ain’t bad.  Not bad at all!”  The girls all laughed, even Emily.

            “Okay that’s enough googling over Paul,” I said getting somewhat annoyed and maybe even jealous.  I know I’m not the only one who has seen Paul like that, but for the last five years or so I have, and I didn’t like my friends talking about him like that.

            “Fine, but let me just say that when you told me about it, I thought you were just exaggerating!  But I can see not!  No wonder you guys are always doing it—even in my kitchen!” she giggling loudly.

            “That was so embarrassing,” I said shaking my head smiling, “And we weren’t doing it,”

            “Yeah I knew that, but I think he was more embarrassed than you, after all he was humping you and, well, your mom said he had a woody,” she giggled again.  I laughed, poor Paul.

            “First off, yes you’re right; he was and still is way more embarrassed than me.  Second of all, he was not—humping me,” I said wrinkling my nose.  I didn’t particular care for that word.          “Haha, poor guy,” Sara laughed.

            “You know, I’ve noticed that we are missing a little screeching eww in the background,” Brittany said and we all looked at Emily.

            “What?!” she whined.

            “Why aren’t you ewwing, I saw Paul naked, he had a hard on, humping Olivia, though he really wasn’t,” Brittany began and we got nothing.

            “Cuz I’m not grossed out,” Emily said softly.

            “What?  How’s that possible?” Sara asked.

            “Because, I—I don’t want to tell you,” she said shyly.

            “Emily Miller!  What are you hiding from us?” Brittany asked.  Emily glanced at me and from the look in her eyes I knew exactly what it was.  I covered my hand with my mouth.

            “Olivia don’t tell!” Emily squeaked.

            “What?  Don’t tell what?  You know?” Brittany asked looking back and forth between the two of us.

            “What is it?” Sara asked.  I sat quiet and just looked at Brittany.  She squinted and suddenly her eyes were big as well.

            “You did it with Peter!” she said looking at Emily.

            “Shhhh Brittany,” Emily whined.

            “What?!” Sara exclaimed, “You and Peter did it?”  Emily sat quiet for a moment then nodded.  Brittany shrieked and laughed, hugging Emily.

            “Congratulations Em!  You’re finally a woman!” We all laughed.

            “I can’t believe this,” I said.

            “You guys leave me alone,” Emily said but smiling.

            “You liked it didn’t you!?” Brittany smirked.

            “Maybe, a little,” Emily said shyly keeping back her true feelings due to pure embarrassment.  We spent the rest of the evening talking about Emily’s new experience and just catching up.  Linda opened up a bit more towards the end as she told us about herself.  The girls knew her better than I did, but it was nice to get to know her.  After dinner we all went to an old movie and had a great time.  I wondered if Paul had a good time as well.  It was about midnight when we decided to head on back to Brittany’s place, settle down into comfortable clothes, and wait for the guys to get home.  We walked in and to my surprise my mom sat on the couch holding Annabel, and Paul sat in the chair holding Mary.  They turned to greet us.

            “How was your night?” My mom asked.

            “Great actually, really fun,” I answered her.  I took my shoes off and walked to sit next to Paul.  He smiled.

            “I’m glad you had a good time,” he kissed me on the cheek and handed Mary to me.  I smiled at her and said hello, missing my baby—well both of them. J

            “What are you doing home?”

            “Yeah, are all of you guys back?” Brittany asked sitting down on the couch.  Paul shook his head.

            “No, just me.”

            “Why? Didn’t you have fun?” I asked afraid that a stripper came into the picture.  Brittany would be furious with Micky.

            “No it was fun actually, but people were recognizing me, and they aren’t like they are in England.  It’s been a while since they’ve seen any of us here so they went mad.  We tried to let it go for a bit, but it got too frustrating and overwhelming,” he explained, “Then girls were throwing themselves at me cuz you weren’t there,” he shrugged, “I just decided to leave.  They offered to join, but I told them to stay and have a good time,”

            “Oh, baby I’m sorry,” I said kissing his cheek and pouting.  He smiled.

            “No need, I’m fine.  I love spending time with Mary and your mum,” My mom laughed.

            “Yeah, it was mother son-in-law bonding,” she said, “Plus he wrote a new song,”

            “A new song huh?” Brittany asked.

            “Yeah, that’s right,”

            “Can we hear?” Sara asked.  Paul smiled.

            “Well, I usually don’t let people hear them before they are completely finished in studio and all…”  Brittany pouted.

            “He’s not kidding either,” I said with big eyes and Paul laughed, “He’s a stern one when it comes to that, he won’t even let me hear sometimes,”

            “Ah, come on Paulie, for us,” Brittany begged.

            “Yeah, we haven’t seen you live for years,” Sara chided in.  He looked around at all the pleading eyes and laughed.

            “Well, it’s not really ‘live’,”

            “Sure it is, it’s just not a concert,” Brittany argued, “Come on,”

            “Alright, alright, I suppose you have a point…I forget sometimes that you guys are fans too,”

            “Yay!” Brittany said clapping.  I set Mary in the crib and Paul grabbed his guitar leaning against the couch.  He brought it everywhere he went just in case.

            “I don’t know if it’s finalized yet, but,” he started.

            “Who cares?! Play it!” Brittany said, “First, what’s it called? And where did you get your inspiration?”  Paul laughed.

            “You sound like a bloody reporter,” she smiled and just shrugged, “Well; the inspiration actually came from John’s phone call earlier today; about the four girls that broke in.  John also said that all the neighbors called each other when they saw them breaking in and it eventually got to John, so that’s where the ‘Sunday’s on the phone to Monday’ and so on came from.  Also, the police man that was notified was named Eugene Quits, so that’s where that bit came in…you’ll hear it all.  It’s called, ‘She Came in Through the Bathroom Window’….” He finished.

            “I’m so excited,” Brittany said scooting up to the edge of the couch.

            “Me too,” Emily said, Sara nodded.  I looked at Linda and I think she was amazed that Paul was going to play a song for her—in person.   Paul played and it went something like this:

She came in through the bathroom window,

Protected by a silver spoon,

And now she sucks her thumb and wanders,

By the banks, of her own lagoon.

Didn’t anybody tell her?

Didn’t anybody see?

Sunday’s on the phone to Monday,

Tuesday’s on the phone to me.

She said she’d always been a dancer,

She worked at fifteen clubs a day,

And though she thought I knew the answer,

Well I knew, but I could not say.

And so I quit the police department,

And got myself a steady job,

And though she tried her best to help me,

She could steal, but she could not rob.

Didn’t anybody tell her?

Didn’t anybody see?

Sunday’s on the phone to Monday,

Tuesday’s on the phone to me.

Oh yeah….

Flew in to Miami Beach BOAC……

From there Paul entered into an acoustical version of ‘Back in the USSR’ to humor the girls, and that it did.  They loved every minute of it.  We all sat around, Paul with his guitar, singing and laughing together.  The men arrived home around 1:30am.  They sat around with us for a bit but then we all headed off to bed for the next big day.