"What is it?" I inquired gently, seeing Paul was near on the verge of a mental breakdown, his hair disheveled and giant bags underneath his eyes from lack of sleep.

He wore a teeshirt and jeans which he rarely wore out of the house anymore, causing me to have a feeling this talk would be anything but good.

"What did you and George fight about?" He inquired biting at his thumbnail nervously.

"He didn't tell you?" I asked, shocked slightly.

"Well he wouldn't tell me, but I'm worried Poppy. He's not thinking clearly." He shook his head.

"What do you mean not thinking clearly?" I sighed rubbing my temples.

"He damn near quit the Beatles yesterday." Paul snapped, looking immediately sorrowful after he'd spoken.

My jaw dropped gobsmacked, unable to even begin to fathom what he was trying to tell me.

"He what?" I choked.

Paul nodded with one hand on his hip and the other holding his forehead.

"I called to ask him if he was good to start filming the beginning of next month, he went off about how life didn't revolve around the Beatles," he trailed of distressed.

"-We were fighting because he came home fuming from work. I was trying to tell him I was pregnant Paul." I explained frustratedly watching as Paul froze, his eyes widening at first in fear, then in joy.

"Pregnant?" He repeated back to me with a faint grin curling his lips upwards.

I nodded, my spirits lifting once I saw how excited he had become, Paul immediately extending out his arms for a hug.

"Congratulations." He exclaimed swaying me back and forth in his arms.

"Thanks Paulie." I smiled with a chuckle looking up to him, seeing a different sort of twinkle in his eyes than I used to, this one warmer and more friendly.

I knew why the look in his eyes had changed; he had met someone recently who had shown him that there's plenty of world out there to explore, Linda Eastman, I believe her name was.

Yes, I knew of course Jane and Paul were in a loving relationship, but something about that American photographer that had photographed the boys at their Sgt. Pepper release party sparked something in Paul I didn't see when he was with Jane anymore.

He had gone on for hours on the phone about how he'd met her at Bag O'Nails days prior to the release party and they'd really hit it off.

I think even if he never saw her again, it seemed to be understood that Paul was now looking for something I nor even Jane could give him.

"How long has it been?" He asked kindly, letting me go from his embrace to see if my baby bump was showing.

"The doctor says I'm about six weeks along." I laughed watching his eyes light up.

"Your baby's the size of a sweet pea!" Paul gasped happily with a bright grin.

"How d'you know that?" My eyebrows knitted together with confusion.

He cleared his throat.

"I read." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"What? Mommy magazines?" I laughed watching him roll his eyes.

"We should get you back to George y'know." Paul spoke becoming more serious, my expression falling immediately.

"I know." I became quiet, the idea of talking to George after yesterday making me uneasy.

Things had become so quickly out of hand yesterday, but it was more the manifestation of tension than anything else, plus neither of us had been thinking clearly. I was terrified that George was furious at the idea of me leaving with Eric, having him near me always seeming to give George grief.
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"Are you sure he's even home Paul?" I asked nervously as he pulled up in our driveway, my heart rate increasing dramatically.

"Called him before I left." He nodded making my stomach drop.

"Right." I nodded pursing my lips, then thanked him for the ride.

Getting out of the car, I felt the knot in my stomach tighten looking for a sign of George through the windows.

"The make up sex will be wonderful!" Paul exclaimed causing me to scrunch my nose back at him. He smiled goofily, winking over at me dramatically with and okay gesture in approval.

"Sod off!" I called flipping him the bird before turning back to the door, where George had just opened the door.

His eyes scanned over me than looked out to Paul's car where he began to back out suspiciously, completely unaware of where I had been.

"Where were you?" He demanded, his eyes bloodshot, either from taking drugs or crying, although it was almost impossible to tell.

"I asked Frank to lie over the phone." I confessed seeing him scoff, sticking his tongue in his cheek before moving out of the way so I could come inside.

"Look, I'm sorry Poppy." He breathed out shakily after I'd passed him, my back still turned to him.

Although I wasn't completely sure I believed him I nodded, my back still turned as I felt tears fill my eyes. It seemed all my emotions were more severe now that my hormones were changing, one of reasons I had made such an impulsive decision to leave with Eric in the middle of a fight.

"I never meant to make you feel like you couldn't talk to me." He spoke grabbing onto my hand, causing me to turn to look at him properly, my watery eyes coming in to his view.

"I need to know you'll be there for us when we need you." I sighed looking up to him defeatedly, observing as an echo of a grin crossed his face at the word us.

His eyes flashed down to my stomach briefly for a moment, seeming to become excited.

"I promise you, I'll always be there for you two, no matter what it may be." He nodded solemnly, giving me a look to show how serious he was.

I breathed out a heavy sigh, looking into his  sorrowful puppy dog eyes and beginning to feel myself give in.

"Alright." I nodded trusting him, knowing it would be silly to carry on this fight longer than it needed to be, it wasn't exactly the way I had hoped to begin a pregnancy.

I decided against bringing up George's almost quitting the Beatles, I'm sure if I did some sort of other fight would quickly ensue, for the most part I tried not to get too involved in his work.

"We're going to be parents." George smiled, the thought becoming even more of a reality to me once I heard it coming from George. The birth, the diapers, the raising of a child, it all began to hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I guess we are." I felt my body begin to tremble with nerves, immediately being brought into George's warm embrace.

I laid my head snugly into his chest, gripping my arms around him tightly trying not to let my mind wander too far.

I've learned over the years to cherish the moments George and I have together, because when we were apart I couldn't be sure what he was doing.

Although I hated to think George has ever cheated on me, I knew his other three band mates had all cheated on the other girls at some point before.

Although George tells me he would never do that to me, I couldn't help but suspect it, it seemed like part of musicians culture at this point.

"We should probably call down my mum and dad, lord knows they'll be on cloud nine once they hear they're having another grandchild." George smiled as we broke away from each others embrace.

I perked up immediately, I needed the comfort of having Louise and Harry around now more than ever with everything going on.

Brian had always been the closest thing to family I had for so long, but George's family had taken me in like one of their own as soon as we started being together.

"Oh I bet they will be, Louise has been hinting at a grandchild for years now." I laughed.

"Subtly isn't her strongest point." George agreed with a laugh as we walked over to the telephone.

"She signed her last letter still waiting for a little bundle of joy, Louise Harrison." I creased my eyebrows watching him laugh.

"Alright, she's terrible at hinting. However she is going to make an amazing grandmother." George spoke while dialling her number.

I sighed with a melancholy grin. Brian would've been the best great uncle.