It was March of 1970 and by this time, Mary was crawling all over the place and even saying a few blurbs of what could possibly be words.  Paul and I had just finished eating breakfast and were sitting on the couch together watching her.

            “I can’t believe she’s crawling already,” Paul said with a smile.  I nodded.

            “Oh I know,” I said, “But it’s so much harder to keep track of her now,”

            “You got that right,” Paul laughed, “The other day, I don’t know where you were, but anyway, I was sitting on the couch reading the paper, while she played—I remember just looking away for a moment and when I looked back she was clear into the kitchen!” he said and I laughed. 

            “Speaking of newspapers,” I said and he turned to me,

            “What about them?”

            “I saw a picture of John and Yoko a while back—what’s with John’s new hair?” I asked and Paul rolled his eyes.

            “Oh you didn’t know?” he asked and I shook my head, “Him and Yoko decided to chop it all off,” he said and I raised an eyebrow.

            “Why?” I asked and Paul laughed.

            “It’s quite funny actually, you remember all their peace campaigns?” he asked.

            “How could I forget?”

            “Exactly—well, anyway, that was all ‘hair piece, bed piece’—all that shit.  Months ago he was saying long hair is for peace, and now they just cut it off for peace,” he finished rolling his eyes and sitting back on the couch.

            “Ugh, I’m starting to get annoyed with them,” I nodded and Paul laughed.

            “Starting?” he asked me as the phone rang and I laughed.  He got up and walked over.  I was watching Mary not paying attention to Paul on the phone, but it wasn’t long before he returned back by my side.  I looked over at him.

            “Everything alright?” I asked and he sighed.

            “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he said looking at his watch, “I forgot to tell you, I rented out a room in Abbey Road for us to finish McCartney today,” he said.

            “Really?  I thought you didn’t want to go there,” I said and he smiled.

            “Yeah I know, but I put it under the name Billy Martin,” he said and laughed.  I rolled my eyes, “Do you want to go then?” he asked. 

            “Are we bringing Mary too?” I asked and he nodded.

            “Sure,” he said.

            “Alright then,” I said getting up and picking up Mary.  She whined a little but it wasn’t anything too bad. Paul and I got in the car and drove over to Abbey Road.  It was nice going in there just the two of us.  I sat down on the little couch as Paul got the recorders and stuff ready, “Why are we doing it here this time?” I asked bouncing Mary.  He stopped what he was doing and looked over at me.

            “There’s just a few touches I want to get, and I can’t seem to figure them out on me machine at home,” he explained and I nodded, “There I think I got it,” he motioned me over to him.

            “Me?” I asked and he laughed.

            “No Mary,” he answered sarcastically.  I set Mary carefully down on a blanket, getting incredibly dizzy, “You alright love?  You look like you’re going to pass out,” he said.

            “I just got dizzy—I haven’t been feeling that well lately—I think I may be coming down with something,” I said rubbing my stomach gently.  Paul got up off his knees and walked over to me.

            “Sorry to hear that love,” he said kissing my forehead.  I smiled.

            “Oh it’s fine,” I said and we walked over to the mics and instruments—Mary not far away from us, “Now what did you need me for?” I asked him.

            “For everything,” he said with a smile.  I laughed, “Actually, I was going to put the vocals on this—wondered if you would do the harmonies for me,” he said and I nodded sitting down.  He handed me my own headphones and I placed them on my head as he did his.

            “Wait,” I said and he looked back at me, “Which one are we doing?”

            “Oh sorry,” he said grabbing a piece of paper, “’Man We Was Lonely’—you remember,” he said and I nodded.

            “Oh yes,” I said and with that he pushed a few buttons and begin playing his guitar.  I waited till the appropriate times and added the vocal as necessary.  It took us a few times to get it down because every once and a while Paul would look back at me making a weird face or something along the lines, “Paul stop it!” I laughed.

            “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he said smiling.

            “Do you do this with John and the others?” I asked and he shrugged.

            “Sometimes,”

            “They must get annoyed recording with you,” I kidded him and he shook his head.

            “Ah, don’t be a meanie fishie,” he said and I laughed.

            “Oh Paul that was a long time ago,” I said and he laughed.

            “I know, but don’t,” he said, “Let’s do it again then,” Paul managed to get through without the funny faces and we finally finished the song.  Paul played it back and we both nodded, “I think it sounds alright,” he said looking at me for my opinion.  I was listening to the tape, but with my eyes closed because my stomach was starting to feel queasy again.  I felt Paul’s hand on mine and I opened them immediately, “Love are you alright?” he asked.

            “Yeah, sorry,” I said, “What did you say?” I asked and he looked concerned.

            “Should we go back home?” he asked and I shook my head.

            “No, no, it’s fine.  It just comes and goes,” I said with a smile, “I think the song sounded good though,” this brought a little smile to his face.

            “Yeah?  Me too,” he said looking past me to Mary, “Look at her crawling around over there,” he said and I turned around and smiled, watching her play silently to herself on the floor.

            “Do you need me again?” I asked turning back to Paul.  He smiled and shook his head.

            “Not for a bit I don’t think,” he said and I nodded getting up and walking the short distance to the couch.  Instead of sitting, I decided to lay down—it seemed to make my stomach feel a little better.  I smiled as I watched Paul fiddle around on the guitar, and when I glanced down at Mary she had finally stopped moving and drifted off to sleep.  Sleep was sounding mighty good and so I shut my eyes for a split second, “Hey love can—”  I opened my eyes to see Paul smiling sweetly at me.

            “Sorry, what?” I said sitting up.  He shook his head.

            “No I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were sleeping,” he said, “I can get it,”

            “Get what?” I asked.

            “Oh I need something from one of the other rooms,” he said and I stood up.

            “I’ll get it Paul,” I said.

            “Liv sweetheart, you aren’t feeling good,” he started and I smiled.

            “No, it’s alright—I think walking might help a bit,” he looked at me as if he wasn’t sure and then nodded.

            “Alright, if you say so,” he said and I walked over to him giving him a kiss.

            “What do you need?” I asked.

            “I need another demo tape—a blank one,” he said, “They should be in room five in a little box in the corner,”

            “Okay, I’ll go look,” I said and he smiled.

            “Thanks shnizel,” he said winking and I rolled my eyes. After I got out into the hall I noticed that walking indeed did not make me feel better.   I didn’t know quite why I was feeling so off and on so I tried to ignore it.  I walked slowly looking at the numbers on the doors to make sure I wouldn’t pass it.  There were a few people walking back and forth and I said hello to the majority of them.  I got to room four and continued walking when I suddenly stopped.

            “…but Paul doesn’t know?” I heard someone ask.  I looked behind me and noticed the halls were empty.  I walked over to room number four and got closer to the cracked door.  I leaned my ear in,

            “No Paul doesn’t know—and we aren’t going to tell him—he’ll say no if we ask, and I think this needs to be done,” I heard John say.

            “So, he doesn’t know, and you want me to do this anyway?” I heard an unfamiliar voice.

            “Phil, you’re one of the best we have—the tapes need remixing  they sound horrible,” I heard Allen Klein say, “Paul obviously doesn’t have the ear that you do—just fix them,” he finished and I pulled back a bit angry.  What does he mean Paul doesn’t have the ear that you do?  I wondered how many number one’s this guy has pulled out.  I leaned back in.

            “So is it just the Let It Be tapes then?” this Phil guy asked.

            “Yes, just Let it Be,” John said, “I personally think you should pay more attention to Paul’s—particularly ‘The Long and Winding Road’ and ‘Let It Be’—they’re a bit too bare—they need more work,” John said and I gasped quickly covering my mouth.

            “What was that?  Did you hear something?” I heard Allen ask.  I quickly ran down the hall and into room five.  I stood there not believing what I had just heard.  They were going to redo the album with no knowledge whatsoever to Paul, did they think he wouldn’t notice once it was out?  It infuriated me that John was a part of it—I expected it from the manager, hearing the type of guy he was from Paul, but John?  And to say such a thing as ‘Pay more attention to Paul’s because they are too bare—they need more work’!?  I clenched my teeth together in anger, how dare he say something like that about Paul!  I was more than sure Paul had written more number ones than John ever had, and even before I met Paul, I was also sure that without him, John would still be singing in his leather suit in some stuffy old club barely getting sixpence a week. Paul was always more of the business man and the diplomat—without his outlook they wouldn’t have gotten near as famous as they had become.  I looked around the room and found the box of demo tapes Paul told me about.  Not thinking I just grabbed the whole box and stormed back to where Paul was waiting.  I walked in and he looked up from his guitar laughing.

            “You didn’t have to bring the whole box love,” Paul laughed and I set it down, “I just needed one,”

            “Who’s Phil?” I asked him and he moved his head back.

            “I don’t know,” he said, “Why do you ask?”

            “You don’t know any Phil’s?” I asked again and Paul shook his head confused.

            “Are you alright?  You seem angry,” he asked me and I set down the box on the floor.

            “I think I heard a conversation that I wasn’t supposed to hear,” I said wondering if I should say anything to Paul.  What am I talking about, of course I should!  Paul stood up and walked over to me.

            “What are you talking about?” he asked leading us over to the couch.  We sat down and I caught my breath.

            “I heard John, Allen, and a guy named Phil talking in room four,” I said and Paul smiled.

            “Were you eavesdropping love?”  He laughed, “You need to stop doing that, it’s not polite you know,” he told me and I had to laugh.

            “You’ll be glad I did this time,” I said.

            “Why is that?”

            “Well, for starters I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.  The door to room four was open and when I passed it I heard them say ‘so Paul doesn’t know?’” I said and Paul’s face fell.

            “What?” he asked.

            “Yeah, so I figured I would see what they heck they were talking about,”

            “And?” he asked curious.

            “I listened and apparently John and Allen are telling this Phil guy to remix the Let It Be tapes and—”

            “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?” Paul asked holding his hands up, “Remix the Let it Be tapes?  Are you sure you heard right?”

            “I’m sure Paul,” I said and he seemed a bit taken aback, “I was furious because they were doing this without your knowledge and I think Phil felt bad about it too because he asked if they were sure they wanted to have him continue,”

            “And what the hell did they say?” Paul asked his eyes mad.

            “They said yes because they desperately need it—Allen said you obviously don’t have the ear that Phil has,” I said and Paul stood up.

            “What the hell does he know about music!?” He yelled.

            “Paul shh, they’re in the other room,” I said and he sat back down.

            “That bloody bastard doesn’t know anything about anything,” he told me angrily, “All he cares about is himself and money.  He’ll treat anybody like shit just for a bit of the green stuff,” he whispered to me.  I nodded.

            “I believe you,” I said and he shook his head.

            “Doesn’t have the ear that Phil has?  Fuckin hell, I don’t even know who this Phil bloke is!  Do you?” Paul asked.

            “No, that’s why I asked you,” I said and he laughed to himself.

            “You know, for someone who has a better ear than me, bloody Paul McCartney of The Beatles, voted best rock and roll idol, had three of me songs voted best single of the year,” he started counting off with his fingers, “voted best composer/song writer of the year, best bass guitarist of the year, and my bloody group is the best world vocal group for 1963, 1964, 1965, 1967, 1968, and 1969!  Not to mention how many platinum’s and gold’s we’ve got,” he paused for a second, “For someone who has a better fuckin ear then me—he sure as hell doesn’t show it.  I’m bloody known all over the world, and we don’t even know who he is!” Paul said, I could tell his ego was coming out a bit, but he was actually a little correct about it, “He’s got nothing—better ear my ass,” he said and I swallowed hating to see him so angry.

            “That’s not the worst part Paul,” I said and he glanced over at me.

            “There’s a worst part?  That wasn’t it?”

            “No…they, well John, went on to say that,” I stopped seeing how angry he was already.  He scooted closer to me.

            “What?  What did John say?” he asked.

            “He told Phil that when he was remixing,” I said and Paul nodded,

            “Yes?” he asked.

             “He said that he was to pay special attention to ‘Let it Be’ and ‘The Long and Winding Road’ because they’re too bare and need more work,” I said and Paul stood up again flaring with anger.     

            “That son of a bitch!” he yelled and Mary whimpered,

            “Paul,” I warned him and he shook his said,

            “I’m sorry, but I’m bloody pissed,” he apologized softening his voice and turning to me, “They better not bloody touch my songs.  They’re mine—and I wrote them to sound the way they do.  They aren’t theirs to mess with—I don’t want anybody else putting their damn hands on them,”

            “I understand, I’m just telling you what I heard,” I said standing up besides him.  He shook his head.

            “I’m not taking this shit—let’s don’t tell Paul, bastards,” he said walking away from me and to the door, “I’m going to talk to them,” he said and I quickly picked up Mary and ran after him afraid of what I had caused.  I caught him just as he burst into room number five, “What the fuck are you trying to do?!” Paul yelled and I could see Klein alone resting in his big chair behind his desk.  He looked out the door at me and smiled like a prick.

            “Hi Mrs. McCartney—little baby Mary,” he said trying to be nice.  I stared stone cold back to him as he looked back at Paul,

            “Don’t you dare talk to her,” Paul said to him.  And Klein raised his eyebrows.

            “What in the world are you huffing about now Paul?” he said rudely, I opened my mouth in shock at the way he was treating Paul.

            “What the hell are you doing Klein?  You aren’t going to bloody touch my songs,” he warned pointing with his left finger.  Klein smiled.

            “You know, I thought I heard something in the hall,” he said looking at me, “Seems someone can’t keep to her own business,” he said and Paul got closer to him.

            “I said, don’t you fuckin talk to her,” he said.  And Klein acted as if he was annoyed, “I’ll ask you one more time, what the hell do you think you are doing with the Let it Be tapes?”

            “Fixing them,” Klein responded.

            “Fix all you want Klein, but you aren’t touching my songs,” Paul repeated stepping back a little.

            “Sorry, it’s been done, you don’t have a word in this,” he said and Paul slammed his hands on the table in front of him I looked around feeling a bit awkward as my husband was going crazy with anger.  I mean he had every right, but I didn’t want everyone seeing him—thought with the volume in his voice, I was almost sure everybody in the entire building could hear.

            “Fuck you Klein!” Paul shouted, “I have just as much say in this shit as John does!  He shouldn’t have any say at all on this angle—they’re my bloody songs!”

            “I don’t care if they’re your songs, McCartney,” Klein said and I could see the muscles in Paul’s jaw tighten, “they are going on a Beatles record that I manage.  Phil is going to add strings, horns, and female choruses—it’s going to sound better, it’s going to sell more records,” Klein replied.

            “Female choruses?  Horns?  Are you bloody mad?” Paul asked, “If you do that, then you are ruining The Beatles—that’s so far away from who we are, it wouldn’t be us,” he said and Klein shrugged standing up.

            “If you want me to be honest,” he said staring Paul right in the face, “You’re original material sucked.  It’s unusable.  John thinks Phil is a genius and I agree with him,” he said and I could tell Paul wanted to hit him.  I bounced Mary up and down gently, walking away from the door a little. 

            “You’re a fucking bastard!” Paul said and stormed out.

            “Have a good day,” Klein called after him like a total jerk.

            “Come ‘ead Olivia,” Paul said as he passed me.  I glared at Klein and followed Paul back into our room.  I shut the door behind us and went to sit by him on the couch, his head hiding in his hands.  I noticed his shoulders were shaking slightly and I put Mary on the ground, moving in a kneeled position in front of Paul.  I placed my hands on his knees and he looked up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks.  I just looked at him and moved myself in between his legs to embrace him.  He put his arms tightly around me and I just let him cry into my neck.  I caressed his hair gently and wished this would all end—I hated seeing him this way.

            “What did I do wrong?” Paul asked muffled from being pressed against me. 

            “What do you mean?”  I asked and he pulled back staring at me, his eyes red from crying.

            “What the hell did I do wrong?  When did it go all wrong?” he asked me and just looking at him made me want to cry, but I had to stay strong for him right now.

            “You didn’t go wrong Paul—they did,” I said and he shook his head.

            “No body listens to a damn word I say around here, they’re all against me.  I feel like they think I’m trying to ruin them,” he said, “And I don’t know why, because all I’m trying to do is hold things together—do things the way we used to, the way Brian would have,”

            “I know and I think you are doing a wonderful job, but I just don’t think the others want that anymore.  You’re all changing,” I said and he laughed to himself.

            “Well that’s bloody obvious,” he said sniffing, “I just wish they’d tell me instead of hiring this ass hole of a manager and doing shit behind me back with my damn songs!” he finished his voice raising a little, “Cor, I’m going to sue Allen for all he’s got,” he said angry again.

            “Sue?” I asked and he nodded.

            “I’ve decided, I’m doing it Liv, I’ve got to sue them.  If I ever want this shit to stop, which I do more than anything, I have to,” he said, “And honestly, the only one I feel bad about right now, is Ringo,”

            “I understand,” I said bringing him to me again.  He didn’t cry anymore but we sat there for quite a while just holding each other.  I couldn’t believe how everything came about this way.  They used to be four guys that loved each other more than anything.  They’d do anything for each other, stick up for each other, joke around, and talk when another needed it.  Now they were sneaking behind each others’ back, hurting each other, and not caring a bit about one another.  My stomach started feeling queasy again and I pulled away from Paul slowly.  He looked at me and kissed me.  I breathed in deeply and kissed back with all my heart.  After a few minutes he pulled away,

            “I love you, you know that don’t you?” he asked me and I nodded, “I don’t know where I’d be without you, or how I’d get through any of this with you not by my side,” he said and I kissed him again.

            “And you never have to worry—I’ll be by your side forever, because I love you just as much.  I’ll always be here for you,” I said nodding a little and he smiled giving me a hug.

            “Thanks shniz,” he said making us both laugh a bit.

            “Can we go home?” I asked him and he nodded.

            “I’d love that,” We collected the few things that we had bought and headed out of the room.  On our way out we passed John and Yoko coming in.

            “Hey guys,” John said smiling. I opened my mouth,

            “No Olivia, come on,” Paul interrupting me and pulling on my arm. I could feel their eyes on us as we passed probably wondering why Paul didn’t respond nor let me say anything.  We drove home and we tried to have a peaceful night, but I unfortunately ended up getting sick.  The next few days went by okay, Paul and I continued to work on our new album and it was near finish.  My stomach aches continued to come and go as the days went on and Paul urged me to make an appointment with the doctor so we’d know what medicine would get rid of it.  I assured him it was just the flu, but he made me anyway.  It was a couple days since the incident at the studio and I found myself waiting to get into the doctor.

            “Mrs. McCartney?” the lady said and I stood up with a smile, “How are you doing today?” she asked and I nodded.

            “Oh fine,” I said, “Yourself?”

            “Good thank you,” she said and I followed her back into the room.  She let me know that my doctor, Dr. Landy, would be on her way in.  I nodded and sat just waiting.  I smiled remembering the last time I was here.  It was a few weeks after Mary was born and we were just getting our daily check up—in which things were perfectly fine.

            “Why hello there Olivia,” Dr. Landy said as she entered the room. I smiled.

            “Hi, how are you?”

            “Good, how about yourself?  Not quite feeling well I hear?” she asked me setting some stuff down and doing a few minor check ups.

            “I keep trying to tell Paul it’s the flu, but he wont let it go until I get checked out,” I said and she laughed.

            “He’s only caring for you dear,” she said and I smiled,

            “Oh I know,”

            “So how is Mary doing?”

            “Great, she starting to crawl,” I said and she laughed.

            “I bet she’s everywhere then,”

            “Oh yeah, she likes to chase Thisbe, our cat, around the house, Martha, the dog, trailing behind her,” I said and Dr. Landy laughed.

            “So what seems to be the symptoms?”

            “Well, it started about a week ago, I was getting dizzy, you know, queasy in the stomach, but then hours later I’d be fine then I—”  I stopped and Dr. Landy just looked at me wondering why I had done so.  I can’t believe I didn’t see this before.  I should have known this having experienced it not only once, but twice in the past.

            “Olivia, are you alright?” Dr. Landy said looking at me.  I turned to face her and she smiled.  I nodded slowly.

            “It just donned on me,” I said.

            “What did dear?” she asked and I stared at the floor for a few minutes, “Olivia?”

            “I think I’m pregnant again,” I said looking back up at her and she raised her eyebrows.

            “Well the symptoms do fit,” she said and I nodded, “But we’ll do a quick check,” she said and I leaned on my back as she got the ultrasound machinery out.  I felt the coolness of the smooth metal object going across my stomach.  I turned to her.

            “Well?” I asked and she looked back at me smiling.

            “It seems to me,” she started, “That we have ourselves another little McCartney,” she said and I noticed then that I was holding my breath.  I breathed out.

            “Really?” I asked sitting up and pulling my shirt down.  She nodded.

            “Looks like you’re about a month along,” she said writing on her pad of paper.  I thought for a moment.  I loved Mary with all my heart, but she wasn’t even a year old yet, could I handle having another at this time?

            “Wow,” was all I got out and she laughed.

            “It was another unplanned one wasn’t it?” she asked me and I looked over at her guiltily,

            “That makes me feel so dirty,” I said and she laughed.

            “Oh child, don’t worry about it, you two are married and it happens to the best of us,” she said and I tried to smile, “Besides your husband is Paul McCartney remember,” she kidded with me making me laugh.

            “Thanks Dr. Landy,” I said and she nodded.

            “Anytime dear,” she said leading me out of the room, “We’ll just set you up for a check up appointment in a few weeks,” she said talking to the secretary.  We said our goodbyes and I headed back home.  I parked the car and as I made my way into the door I heard Paul yell.

            “Olivia, love is that you?” he called out.

            “Yeah,” I answered putting my keys on the table.

            “Hurry, come here!” he said, “Come to the living room, you’ve go to see this!” he shouted and I walked as fast as I could into living area.  I gasped as I saw Paul sitting happily on the floor, Mary standing up beside him holding onto the couch, “She’s walking love!” he said waving his hands to me and I walked over to him.

            “She’s walking?” I asked amazed.  Mary turned to Paul and I behind her.  She giggled and smiled, letting go of the couch.  I reached out to catch her,

            “No, no love, it’s alright,” Paul said putting my hands down.  He was right, she didn’t fall.  She walked about the two steps it needed to get to Paul and I, and fell giggling into Paul’s lap, “Isn’t this amazing?!” he asked me, “Our baby girl is walking!”

            “I can’t believe this,” I said taking her in my arms, “How did she start?” I asked looking at Paul.  He shrugged.

            “I don’t know really,” he admitted, “I was down on the floor with her and she threw her toy over to the other side of the room.  I crawled over to get it and when I came back she was standing up all by herself!  I was proud just to see her do that,” he laughed and I smiled, “Then all of a sudden she took her first couple steps towards me,”

            “Oh wow,” I said smiling at Mary, “I wish I were here to see,”

            “Don’t worry love, she’s got plenty more to go before she’s walking fully on her own,” he said and I set her back down on the floor.  She crawled around a little, finding Martha asleep and pulling on her hair.  Martha jumped almost scaring Mary, but after noticing it was just the baby she licked her a few times and let her be.  I smiled as Paul and I moved to the couch.  He turned to me, “How was your appointment?”

            “My appointment?” I asked and he laughed.

            “That is where you just were isn’t it?” he smiled, “You weren’t out cheating on your man were you?” he asked and I laughed.

            “Dang you caught me,” I said and he laughed.  My smiled faded a little.  For some reason I felt like when I was pregnant for the first time—I was afraid to tell Paul.  He wasn’t expecting it, and with the Beatle stuff going on I didn’t want it to be too much of a shocker for him—to the point where he wouldn’t be happy.

            “Are you alright love?  You’re very distracted,” he said touching my arm lightly and I turned to him.

            “I’m pregnant,” I blurted.  I was surprised because I wasn’t expecting that to come out.  He just looked at me.

            “You’re pregnant again?” he repeated and I nodded.  At first he just sat there with no expression, but soon a huge smile came to his face and he grabbed me tight into his arms.  I let out a sigh of relief as he pulled me away to look at me.  I smiled seeing the joy on his face, “You’re pregnant!  This is fantastic!” he said hugging me again.

            “I’m glad you think so,” I said and he pulled away again looking confused.

            “You didn’t think I would be?” he asked and I shrugged.

            “No, I knew you would be eventually, but, I just wasn’t sure with all this Beatle stuff going on,” I said and he laughed.

            “Oh love, this makes all the Beatles shit seem so far away—this is the best day ever.  Our first born is starting to walk,” he laughed, “Our first born, we can say that now,” he said and I smiled, “ We’re going to have another baby!” he said happily and I laughed.

            “Yes we are,” I said as we hugged again.  Paul turned to Mary still playing with Martha.

            “You hear that Mary?  You’re going to have a little brother or sister,” he said and turned back to me giving me a big kiss, “I wonder what it’ll be this time,”

            “Yeah, I don’t know,” I said wondering myself, “Do think this is going to be okay?” I asked him and again he looked confused.

            “What do you mean, okay?”

            “Well, Mary’s going to barely be one with this baby comes,” I said touching my stomach, “and with you busy with the break-up of the Beatles—will we be able to handle it?”

            “Of course we will,” Paul smiled kissing my cheek and placing his hand on top of mine still resting on my stomach, “In nine months, The Beatles are going to be well over and it’ll just be you and me—no one else besides Mary to worry about.  When the baby comes, we’ll be able to put all our time towards it and Mary,” he said and I smiled at his confidence, “Besides, I’m going to be here with you the whole time, helping you, like I did with Mary, and if we need more help, I’m sure Aunt Jin would be more than happy,” he said and I leaned in to kiss him.

            “That’s true,” I laughed.

            “She’s going to be so happy when she finds out we’re having another baby,” he laughed and I nodded.

            “You’re a wonderful husband,” I said and he laughed.

            “Why thank you,” he said, “and if I may say so, you are quite the wife—and mother,” We kissed once more and the rest of the night we spent trying to get Mary to walk some more.  Paul would stand on one side, me across from him, and she’d giggle trying to walk from one to the other.  She made it a full way without stopping only once, but it was progress.  It was also hard when Martha continually tried to get involved knocking her over midway.  She would cry only a little out of shock, but no more than that.  That night John called wanting to talk to Paul but Paul wouldn’t have anything to do with him.  They didn’t see each for the next few days, but knew that they would have to start recording again.  According to Paul, John said he was only doing what he thought was best and Paul said that he told John it was alright, but he told me he thought it was all bull shit.  I agreed with Paul.  Phil Spector, as it turned out to be, ended up finishing the mixes showing the rest of the band.  Paul continually tried to tell them that it wasn’t their sound, but George and John didn’t care—they liked it and so it stayed.  Apparently, it got so bad that Paul wouldn’t even stay in the same room as Phil.  If Phil came in a room Paul was occupying first, he’d leave and find somewhere else to go.  Let it Be was scheduled to be released in April of this year, but Paul decided to put that off and release his new solo album instead.  As you can imagine the other Beatles were furious.  In this instance, all Beatles had to agree on a release date for a record for it to be out at that particular time—being that Paul disagreed, there was no choice but for the others to agree on a date set after our album was released.  Paul didn’t feel one bit sorry for the anger he caused, because as he so lightly put it, “they butchered his fucking songs”.  It was only the next problem in the line of many….