They were out in the backyard of Layla's foster parent's house, enjoying a picnic on one of the last nice summer days.  The flowers were still in bloom and George admired them.  "I would have never thought of you as a person who appreciates a garden."  

"They're really pretty."  he said.  

Layla moved so that her stocking foot was near a blossom he was examining.  "Showing leg, are we?"  he mused.  She smirked.  "You, young lady, are quite daring.  Your neighbors must think you're scandalous."

"You don't want to know what the neighbors think of me."  She laid down next to him.  "I don't want you to leave.  Seeing you is the best part of my day."  He pushed himself up so he was resting on his elbows.  They had only been together for a few weeks and yet neither of them had felt more in love with someone.  "Can I make your day even better?"  He leaned down to kiss her, and she quickly wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.  Being in such close quarters made both of them warmer and excited.  Layla even wrapped one of her legs around his.  

But then the door to the back garden opened and slammed shut.  "You two, stop it!"  Stephen, Layla's foster father, stormed towards them.  "George, I'm going to ask you to leave."

"I'm sorry, sir-"

"Calm down, we were just-"

But he wasn't buying it.  "I know exactly what you were doing.  It's what you do with all your boys, Layla."  George looked over at her, trying his best to hide the hurt he felt.  She shook her head at him.  "George, you need to go now."  

"Yes, sir." he answered quietly, pulling on his coat.  As soon as Stephen left, she said, "George, I'm sorry...but it's not what you think.  I-"

"It doesn't matter," he said quickly.  

She grabbed his shoulder.  "Yes, it does.  I haven't seen anyone else besides you since I broke up with Jackson.  I...I never kissed him the way I just kissed you.  I'm not cheating on you.  I promise."  He kissed her hand.  "Don't worry, I believe you.  Goodnight."  She felt slightly relieved.  "Goodnight, George."

But when she went into the house, Stephen was waiting.  "I can't believe you insisted on being so physical in public!  You are embarrassing the family!"  Layla was tired of all of them being so critically.  "Oh, shove it!  Anna's fondled more boys in the garden than I can count!"  Then she went into her room to practice her guitar.

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"Um...George?"  

"Yes?"  

It was such a deja vu moment.  But she felt that it had happened so many times before, not just one.  Sitting down next to him, she chewed on her lip.  "There's a chance...I might be pregnant."  He sat up quickly.  Was that a good sign or a bad one?  She looked up at him, expecting him to know the answer.  George always knew what to say.  "Let's go to the doctor.  We will really know then."

In the car ride there, she said, "Are you...what are you thinking?"  He looked over at her for a moment.  "I want to know if you really are or not."

"What if I am, George?  Will you be happy?"

"I want to find out first."

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She wasn't expecting.  

Even though she was not sure if she wanted to have a baby or not, being told that nothing was out of the normal made her quite sad.  What if the one chance they had was gone because of the car crash?  It would have been her fault.  

The doctor left them alone for several minutes and George said, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes."

"You're lying.  Do you want a baby, Layla?  We-"

"I don't know, George." she admitted.  "I'm not sure because you've been so distant lately.  I was so scared to tell you today because I thought you might be angry.  And I know you keep saying that you'd love me no matter what but you seem so...bored.  I just can't help but think that I would rather you say you did not want me or a baby than continue to pretend that you do."  

He seemed shocked.  She wanted to say something but could not find the words.  Layla wanted to ask so many things of him.  He was the one who liked to fix things, so why couldn't he help fix everything that had been haunting her?  When we get home, will you play Dark Sweet Lady for me again?  I can make dinner, make all of your favorites, and will you eat something this time?  Will you just lay with me after we re-bandage your arms tonight?

"Paul and I have talked about how much you and Lucy have affected us...and we both agree on one thing especially," he began quietly.  "You are the one normal, regular thing in our lives.  Not that that means that you are normal and regular, you're extraordinary.  I have my family, but I don't see them as much as I see you.  You keep my feet on the ground, but still let me dream with my head in the clouds.  You remind me of what I once was but change me into a better person when I need to be.  After going for days in the fabulous world of the Beatles, I need you to hold onto to steady myself again.  You've kept me from doing horrible things to myself...and aided me when I have self-harmed.  I can't imagine my life without you, because I would not be here if you weren't!"  He exclaimed.  "I'm so sorry if I have seemed distant.  And even though I'm not sure if I'm ready to be a father, if you become pregnant, I will have another wonderful reason to live.  I could never get bored with you; every day I fall deeper in love with you!"  George was never one to confess things with such passion, so she was quite surprised.  He carefully hugged her without another word, and she greatfully accepted.  He gave the most wonderful hugs.  "Perhaps...we should go home now."

"Yes...it's a bit late now."

When they arrived, laughing and stopping in the hallway to snog rather sloppily (thankfully no one was walking behind them), they were a bit embarrassed to find that they had a visitor.  "Hello, I was just about to leave but then you came."  Eric Clapton said.  Layla's expression fell.  Was George going to be angered by him visiting?  "I hate do send you home...but Layla and I have had a tiring day."  

"I understand."  He nodded to each of them.  "George, and...Layla."  Thank God George did not see him smirk at her and give her a tiny wink.  

She loved George so very much...but the few times that Eric had come over to their flat, she found out that he was an incredibly guitar player.  He was possibly even better than George.  And he had this amazing confidence about himself, and Layla found that quite attractive.  

But she had to forget about it.  George was all she needed.  

Right?