Months went by waiting to hear back from Paul. The baby inside me grew bigger and bigger. I grew sick with nausea. My father had been out of town on business and I was home alone. The phone rang so I answered it.

"Hello?" 

"Is this Angel Gordon?"

"Yes, it is."

"Good. I don't know who you think you are by sending this letter to my fiance', but fucking knock it off! Paul wants nothing to do with you or this so-called child you claim is his! Stay away from my Beatle and no one gets hurt!"

With that, the phone disconnected. I stared at it for a few minutes, trying to comprehend everything. Perhaps it was Paul's fiance'? I'm not quite sure, and I don't want to find out! 

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"I hope you're happy with yourself, Paul!" Paul's long-legged, platinum blonde haired fiance', Dynah, threw a heeled shoe in the bassist's direction.

"Couldn't ye at least let me talk to the poor girl?" A rather angry Paul flailed his hands at Dynah in frustration.

Evil gleamed in Dynah's cold-dark, black eyes. "You're getting married to me and only me. You will have no contact with any other women. I will be the only girl for you! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah.Okay."

"By the way, I'm pregnant with your child, so you will have to put a ring on my pretty hand." Dynah chuckled maniacally, pulling the poor musician by his collar and planting a rather horrible, sloppy kiss on his lips. 

Paul wiped his mouth in disgust. " Yuck. I don' know why I decided ta date ye in the first place! Ye care about yerself and yerself only! Go fuck off!"

The leggy blonde punched Paul in the face, leaving a bright red mark. " Tell me again to go fuck myself and see what happens!" She roared.