"They're here already?" Ringo asked, looking over his shoulder. "John's there?"

George could see the little hope glinting in those blue eyes of his. He felt a twinge of jealousy.

"Yeah." He kissed his icing-covered cheek. "How's the cake?" He asked, taking a napkin and wiping his face.

Ringo managed a small smile.

"It's almost done, Georgie."

"Good." He kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'm going to talk with Paul, alright? Can I trust you to be alone?"

Ringo nodded.

"I love you, Geo." Ringo mumbled, but George managed to pick it up.

He smiled.

"I love you too."