The two lovers lay naked facing each other, in Paul's king-sized bed.

"I love ya." Paul gazed into Sadie's dark eyes. "I love you more." She replied blissfully,kissing the bassist's nose.

Instinctively, the Beatle placed a protective hand on Sadie's now flat tummy. "What do ye reckon it'll be?" He grinned from ear to ear.

Removing Paul's hand from her stomach, the brunette's motherly intuition kicked in. "I think it'll be a little boy." Sadie replied, on cloud nine.

Paul kissed her passionately on the lips. "Any ideas fer names?"

Sadie moved closer to Paul and he wrapped his strong arms protectively around her middle. "For a boy; James Michael. For a girl; Mary Patricia."

"I love how well those names fit togethah. " Paul smiled, kissing Sadie's bare shoulder.

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Night time had fallen at Cavendish. Quietly Paul and Sadie sat on the couch, watching television. One arm was casually draped over Sadie's shoulder, while her head gently rested on Paul's chest.

It was getting late and the two were slowly fading fast. Just as sleep won the pair over, the front door opened, then slammed with force- waking Paul and Sadie out of a sound sleep!

"PAUL!" None other than the voice of Jane Asher boomed throughout the spacious house. The fiery red head was on a mission to strangle her boyfriend of almost two years...and his mistress!

This little dilemma didn't register in Paul's mind at the moment until it was too late. "Um, Paul?" Sadie whispered, clinging onto the Beatle for dear life, gulped. "Is that, who I think it is?"

"Really Paul!?" Jane gave a murderous glare in the direction of the two, standing near the fireplace. "When were you going to tell me the good news?" She sarcastically laughed, hands on hips. "When the vermin had been in university?"

Sadie stepped in front of Paul, equally in stance with Jane. "How dare you call our child fucking vermin! The only vermin around here is you!"

Jane's blood was boiling by this point. Instinctively, the red head kicked Sadie in the abdomen; sending the mother-to-be on the ground, clutching her stomach. Paul interfered between the two women before anymore damage could be done. "JANE, WHAT IN FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Paul screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to shield a whimpering Sadie.

Unfortunately it had been no use. Finding the closest object to her, Jane jumped on top of Paul and smashed an electric guitar over his head. "Serves you right!" Jane cackled evilly, as the Beatle dropped next to Sadie on the floor unconscious.

Sadie lay in the fetal position, clutching her unborn child. "Jane, please," She begged the other woman. "Can't we please work this out?"

Jane peered down with a sadistic look of pleasure at Sadie. "I knew I shouldn't have left him all alone with the likes of a slag such as yourself! John was right to inform me about your little affair with MY Beatle!"

Mixed emotions clouded the brown-eyed beauty's features. "John, as in Lennon, blabbed to you about everything then?"

"Who the fuck else?" Jane maniacally screeched, yanking Sadie by the fabric of her shirt. "Get up!"

With one hand tightly grasping her flat stomach and the other trying to help her stand up, the poor girl once more cried, "Please don't hurt me or my baby! You can have Paul, just please don't harm us!"

"SHUT UP WITH THE ANNOYING WHINING!" Jane bellowed, green eyes rapidly turning black as night. Still having a strong grip on Sadie's shirt, she jerked back and forth a few times; until dizziness and nausea set in. When Sadie turned a shade of green, she clung onto her abdomen; falling to the ground , on her side.

With only seconds to spare, Sadie, who had multiple cuts and bruises everywhere, caught sight of Paul unmoving on the other side of the living room. Watching her love in that state, shattered Sadie's heart into a million pieces. Salty tears steadily streamed down her face, while she whispered, "I love you, Paul. I always have and always will."

"Is there a reason why you are whispering over there? Trying to ask for help, are you?!" This set Jane deeper into a fit or rage. Treading dangerously closer to the brunette, the red head thrust one of her pointed high heels right in Sadie's abdomen; a pool of bright red blood oozing between her thighs. "Good for you!" A sadistic smirk appeared on Jane's lips, as she removed her heel from Sadie's stomach.

Loud cries and screams emitted from Sadie's lips and unthinkable pain contorted her features. Slowly the minutes ticked by as the once-mother started going into shock from losing too much blood. NO! she tried to yell, but was unable. Everything around Sadie became fuzzy until it turned to darkness. The last thing she remembered hearing was the hoarse voice of Jane Asher, restrained by the police and the paramedics rushing to her and Paul's sides.