"Everyone out, you lads off to the set. Louise needs to change" Dick introduced Clare the costume lady to Lou and tumbled everyone else out of the tent.

"It's very...... white"

"Yes, you will look great next to Paul's black shirt don't you think" Clare smiled as Louise bent over to see what fell out....

Trying to look elegant in a small white two-piece bikini Lou managed the task for a few seconds then stumbled the rest of her way toward the lads assembled on the exposed coral reef on Balmoral Island in the Bahamas. The see through gauzy sarong left little to the imagination and as Lou passed each person that was part of the production crew she felt their eyes on her body.

"Lovely, great. Thanks Louise you are a life saver!" Dick led her to a chair and sank on his heels in front of her. Professional to a tee he looked her in the eye and Lou began to relax, his smile and temperament giving her some solace from the trepidation in her gut. Letting her eyes wander she watched John smoke another cigarette as George tossed Paul's guitar around madly. Paul was shouting at him to stop but that only made George more determined to piss him off, it was working. Richy did a little wave her way and smiled.

"Right Louise or Lou?"

"Any is fine" Lou dragged her eyes back to the man in front of her and smiled a little timidly, this was about to become 'real' and she still hadn't told John and he still hadn't anything nice to say about her acting or babies in general. Maybe the trepidation in her gut was fear instead.

"Now this is a little different this scene for the boys. Paul's the main singer so he will be central character and you too of course!"

Lou sent Dick a quizzical look.

"So .... Paul 'plays' a girl in a bikini as if she is a guitar" Dick let the words sink in. They hung between them as John sent a scowl her way.

"Pardon"

"Paul 'plays' you like a guitar and you also stand and let him sway you side to side. Come on let's have a run through" Dick took Louise by the hand and they stumbled together over the rocky area, someone would break a leg by days end Lou thought to herself as she nearly twisted her own ankle on a particularly nasty looking piece of black rock.

"Since Paul's hands are occupied with you Louise, George will mime the bass guitar fills as if playing them himself. The four of boys each change instruments. For instance, George will be playing Paul's bass in the scene and looks slightly confused. Richard will be pretending to play acoustic guitar and John mimes singing whilst playing Richards' drums. We have another scene that fits with this portion too but that will be tomorrow at the Cloisters, quite a famous landmark around here I've been told, it's quite lovely you'll see"

"Paul picks me up?"

"Yes"

"But I'm much too heavy. Couldn't I just stand there beside him" They had arrived and the lighting was set up to stop shadows and John moved closer to see what Lou had to actually do.

"What?! No!" Dick took in Lou's appearance. She seemed so sure of herself before but now the self-consciousness was seeping through "No Louise! Paul will have no problem playing with you"

"He'll have a fucking problem if he does play with you" John grunted out beside her as Lou reached and successfully clutched his hand tightly, her nerves seemed to be showing up good and proper now.

"Stop that Lennon" Dick chastised "Louise go on off over to Paul, let's see this in action"

"He better not see any action" John mumbled then thought better of it and kissed Lou on the cheek whispering he loved her...anything to get him through the next few hours....

Hours it was, of torture.

Not for Louise.

No hours of torture for John.

Louise was laughing again.

Loudly.

She was giggling as Paul practiced swinging her about and then pretending to tune her, he had her smiling wide as he made her happy tickling her lightly and tuning her up. Paul tossed his head back in glee, that bit would be in the film. John was positioned facing them banging about on the drums, he needed to look happy.

He wasn't very happy and Dick Lester had to repeatedly wake John up out of his contorted facial expressions.

"Ok silence on the set. Action!"

Louise smiled her way through the afternoon, his fingers held her gently and his eyes were smiling down on her happily as they swung about with ease. He was so strong, holding her for hours he was. Lou wondered why they needed so much film for only a teeny-weeny scene.

Everything stopped and men where moving all about to set up yet again.

"What... again!?"

"A different angle luv" Paul tossed her up and she squealed "Just readjusting the grip don't want my finger marks imprinted on your thighs do we" Paul smiled and heard a cymbal crash. "Alright John?"

"Just dandy! Couldn't be better Macca" John replied testily, it felt like hours this- watching them .....  there was no other word for it ... cavort about. "Louise aren't you hot. Need a break?"

"No, I'm also dandy Johnny" Louise fingers grasped Paul about the neck and she smiled, this was actually pretty fun.

"Ok Paul, Lou. Ready?" Dick was back from looking over the script "Paul -hand skyward then a downward strum, yes. No not that far away from her, you need to look like your strumming a guitar not the air"

George laughed from somewhere in the background and Paul practiced 'strumming', Richard yelled something about a drink of water from way back and John looked like he was about to explode. Paul had 'strummed' twice on Lou's chest area by 'mistake'.

"From the top! .... Action!" Dick called and Paul did it again, Lou felt his warm fingers graze close that time "Cut! Paul come on mate"

"Sorry" Paul looked suitably flustered then added as if it would help ".... they get in the way a bit"

Definition of 'They Get in The Way a Bit' – Lou's tits are big enough for Paul to maul as he 'strums.'

John knocked the drum stool over in his haste to break Paul's 'strumming' arm.

"Whoaaaa there. Where are you going John" Dick climbed out of his chair and rushed over to Johns side. The side that held a fist in the air. "Come on John the daylights going... we'll have to reshoot again tomorrow if we cant finish it now"

John glanced a Louise as she stared at him in alarm.

He wanted to thump Paul so badly, then what...... then Lou would likely be holding fucking ice to his cheek the rest of the day 'nursing' him.. John dropped his fist and Paul breathed again.
But he could still see them couldn't he and not being able to thump, the next best thing occured. Cymbals went flying instead, then John kicked the stool, toppling it over.

"Steady on with me kit John" Richy yelled from the spot he stood with an acoustic guitar hanging limp around his neck.

Lou pulled away from Paul and made haste to get to John, a backwards stroke of his elbow, as he went to knock another drum part flying, caught her in her side and John immediately stopped and scooped her up carefully to drop her in the director's chair.

"I'm so sorry huny" John ran his hands over her side and across her tummy lightly then back to her side where the small red mark was glowing "I didn't... I didn't mean to get you Louise"

"I know you didn't but we need to get this done so it's over. Please don't worry or be mad" Louise took his hand in hers and kissed his palm, he loved that. John pressed his forehead against Louise's and breathed deeply.

"He keeps .... touching you"

"It's in the script you all signed off on it and John ... its only pretend. He doesn't touch me any other times, does he"

"Doesn't he?"

"No" Lou stated insistently.

John still made no attempt to move and stayed in position, resting his head gently on hers, trying to gain some equilibrium of sense. He touched more girls, did more with them, felt more of them and here he was pissed that Paul slightly nudged her.

Louise dropped a little kiss beside his lips. She made him like a caveman, she made him like a green eyed monster, she made him want her tied up to the kitchen sink so he knew where she was at all times. "You're mine"

"Yes John" Louise held both his hands and waited patiently while his temper tempered. In the edge of her vision she could see Dicks feet and some others milling around impatiently. She needed John happy and the only way he would be happy was if he knew she was being truthful because he could always tell when she fudged and blurred the lines "John would you like to know a secret?"

John never made a move but spoke calmly soft, wistful "Yes"

"Promise not to be mad at me"

"I promise. You know I'm not mad at you, right?"

Louise grinned a small shakey smile "John I have to tell you something. I've been dying to but I don't want you to be mad at me because you said something earlier and I think you will hate me and I'm..." Lou wanted to change her mind now, and stop talking "maybe I shouldn't. Not yet anyhow"

"I won't be mad at anything Louise" John claimed.

"Is this going to take much longer the lights fading rapidly" Dick injected from somewhere to the right of them.

"If you don't like it... I don't know what I'll do"

"Did you get a tattoo!?"

"What? NO!"

"OH well, what then luv?"

"We ummm I-no, we"

"Louise tick tick tick" John smiled and ran a hand up and down her leg that was bouncing about gently.

"We... I'm. we..."

"Yes babe?" John was getting a little huffy again "Come on spit it ou-"

"I'm pregnant"

And just like that time stopped.