Paul was walking just to get a soft drink from a nearby gas station. Of course he got noticed and signed a few things. He was in a good mood, but was craving some Bluna! He didn't mind the people, but kinda rushed through. He was in pain and was slightly irritated. All of the fans were really super nice though, except for this one guy who kept following him. He had signed like 6 things for the guy. But he wouldn't go away.

He opened the drink he bought and was standing right our of the shoppe, sipping it. "Excuse me?" He said the the guy because he was slightly worried that he'd just follow him.

"What, Paul?" He asked smiling.

"You've been following me around. Is there something I can do for you?"

"No." He stood up straight and knocked the bottle out of Paul's hands. The glass broke when it hit the concrete ground.

"Hey! What's it to ya? Wanker." Paul frowned and started to bend over to pick up the broken pieces, but couldn't. His baby bump stopped him.

The stranger made him stand up and drug him behind the shoppe before he punched him. "You think because you're Paul McCartney you can break the omega rules?" The stranger hissed and threw him to the ground. He ended up sitting on top of his stomach and crushing him as he punched him in the face, many times in a row. "You think you can keep your amazing job even though you're an omega? That's illegal and wrong. You're not better than everyone else!" He stood up and started kicking him.

Paul started crying, it hurt. But he didn't care about himself. He didnt know if Lilly was okay. He tried his best to fight back but then the kicks from both his baby and the man got harder.

"Omegas are supposed to be in the kitchen. Not on the stage. You're not supposed to be on your own either! God damn you're in so much trouble!" The guy purposely aimed at his stomach.

Paul whimpered. "Y-you're not a cop."

"No. I'm a fan that thinks you should be put to justice! This world needs to know the truth about you!"

Paul didnt understand the big deal. He felt helpless though. His face was bleeding and he couldn't catch his breath. Some other stranger ran over and went to go fetch the cops, and a group of people came running after a few yells. They pried the crazy stranger off of Paul, but only after he got in two more kicks. One to his stomach and one to his chest.

He got the wind knocked out of him, but that was nothing compared to the other pain that was surging through his lower abdomen. Suddenly his pants felt really wet, and then he started having contractions. He tried to sit up, but moaned in pain. His kaki colored pants had turned a light shade of red.  He was bleeding. He started crying even more. He didn't feel anymore movement from the baby and feared the worst.

He felt a few more contractions. She wss coming. Early. And now. He kept crying in pain from many things. He eventually passed out from the blood loss.

He woke up on the ambulance and looked around bleary eyed. He was stable and they held something over the gash on his forehead, but didn't even look at the blood running down his pants. They had only gotten his face wounds stitched up and were giving him oxygen. The paramedic thought that blood had just leaked from his face onto his pants when he tried to get up.

Paul woke up suddenly to a jolt of. pain. "What's your name?" The paramedic asked when he saw him wake up. Paul was all battered and bruised and almost unrecognizable.

He looked at the person. "Paul Mc-McCartney." He felt sprocks of pain shooting through his lower abdomen and down below his waist. He couldn't remember what happened after the first hit. He got hit in the head pretty hard. He wasn't thinking right. He wasn't all there.

"You were attacked, you dont remember?

"Attacked?" He asked then rubbed his face. After a moment he started to remember. His hands shot down to his belly and started crying and felt the bump there- but it had shifted down, meaning she was coming out as if she would on delivery day. But it was way too soon for this. But like normal, she would want to come out naturally despite not being alive... The attack had killed his baby and broke the sac protecting it... Forcing this birth. Paul was hysterical as he felt it. He pressed hard on his stomach to try and feel for movement. There was nothing.

"Are you okay sir? How bad is the pain? We're almost to the hospital"

"H-He killed it!" Paul whimpered.

"You're alive..."

"Not me dumbass!! My baby!" He tried to hit him but was crying and weak.

He had to keep pressure on his head where he was bleeding, he didnt even look at where the other blood was coming from yet. "you were a pregnant omega?"

He got still and gripped at his shirt. "Yes. Are you an idiot? Aren't you suposed to help and know these things!?" He cried. "You didn't help me!"

"Who was your mate?"

"Jo-john Lennon is my mate. Not was, is!"

"Calm down please... We'll get in touch with him as soon as possible.?"

Paul nodded and winced. He could barely breathe, but honestly didn't want to be breathing anymore. Lilly was gone... He felt like a failure. But he couldn't really process it. It was all so traumatic. It happened so fast. He was in shock.

They arrived at the hospital where they took in Paul. Before anything, they cleaned and stitched up his wounded face. They proceeded to take his clothes off to see if there was any bruises and where the other blood was coming from but then they saw it, and it got really quiet. His ass was contracting like he was in labor, but if course it was way too early for it.

Paul cried softly in mourning rather than the pain as well as cramps from the miscarriage. "G-get John."

Another nurse had already gotten ahold of him on one of the phones in the hospital. John had just gotten home from a week gone with Yoko... He was looking for Paul and couldn't find him. He instantly picked up the phone, hoping it would be his mate.

"Hello? Macca?"

"My name is Tessa. Paul is currently in the hospital. He had gotten attacked by a Mr. Gordon Walker. He's suffered minimal trauma himself and got stitches but I'm afraid something else had happened far worse..

"Woah wait. Paul was attacked?!"

"Yes unfortunately. But he is fine. Another life was lost."

John didn't hear the last part because he had hung uo and was rushing  out to his car so he could get to Paul.

Meanwhile, the doctor had him spread out and was cleaning up the blood.  He made Paul keep pushing and breathing, if wasn't nearly as hard as regular birth because it wasn't. The thing there was much smaller. And then he took in a deep breath and let out a final big push. The doctor took this tiny almost alien like fetus into his glove. It was a sad sight to see, even though it wasn't his. This was horrible. Though the baby was 5 months old, it should've been bigger. Boys aren't supposed to be omegas, so she was growing slowly. Slower than normal. Paul remembered the doctor had told him that before. But he also said she was perfectly healthy like that.

A normal miscarried baby would be like a tan color with small eyes and it was curled up and starting to form. Of course it had a heartbeat and everything. But this baby was beaten. It was just about as big as the palm of his hand, but she was deformed from the beating... And a bright red color. Her chest was collapsed because the little bones that had formed were broken.

The doctor almost cried as he looked at her. "Would you like to see her or should I just get rid of it to save the pain?"

John was currently pulling  up to the hospital and got out quickly.

Paul didn't say anything and just held out his hands. He put her in his hands sadly.

The lady at the desk pointed John to where He was supposed to go; and he walked in just then loking at Paul with wide eyes.

Paul stared at what was in his eyes and tears were falling freely as he touched her gently as if she was still alive. All John could see were the stitches and blood on Pauls face and that he was crying and holding something.

"Whats That in your hands, Paulie?" He started walking over.

He looked up at hearing John's voice and clutched the tiny thing to his chest so his mate couldn't see.

"What is it, Love? Are you okay?" He stroked his hair gently.

Paul leaned into his hand and slowly showed him the little figure that was clutched to his chest.

"What's this?" He looked confused, not being able to tell what exactly it was except for something resembling a clump of blood held together. It was in the shape of a small baby, but John still wasn't able to tell... It was literally a clump of blood to him. But to Paul, it was a beautiful little girl...

"O-Our baby.. W-Was our baby."

"W-what? You were pregnant..!? Why didnt you tell me?" He moved to get a better look at it.

"I-I was scared. I couldn't stop it from happening... But-" he started sobbing again.

"Babe its okay, you could've told Me... " he sighed. "I wouldng have had a problem with it..."

"T-Too late. And you don't really like Julian. I wouldn't want to ruin your life." He reluctantly gave her back to the doctor before he even asked John if he wanted to hold her. He cleaned his hands.

"I'm so sorry, love.." John whimpered and couldn't take his eyes off her, as they took her away. But John felt bad and went to talk to the doctor. He knew that if he was around more to keep Paul safe this wouldn't have happened. Yes, he was mad that Paul had been pregnant. But there's nothing to be mad about anymore. The child is dead. John wasn't heartless. He couldn't just tell Paul that he honestly didn't care... He wanted to tell him that he had moved on, but he couldn't right now. He didnt want to crush him even more. "Is there anyway we can keep it?"

The doctor looked at him then nodded. "Yes. You could have her cremated and given in an urn or put her in a sealed box that cannot be opened."

John turned back to Paul to see what he wanted. Afteral it was really just Paul's kid.

Paul wiped his face and looked at John. "B-Box."

He nodded and weekly repeated his answer and all the nurses went. Except for one, who was still making sure the rest of Paul's insides were okay. John felt like a really good actor as he thought to hhimself... If this was him and Yoko it would be different. He loved Paul but it's complicated.

Paul tried not to jerk away when she brought the ultrasound machine not only to check his uterus and stuff but also everything in line with the kick. John sat beside him, holding his hand tightly "h-how long.?

"Five months... I'm sorry I didn't tell you.. I-I was just scared." Paul sighed.

"You shouldn't have been scared.. I feel really horrible. I should've noticed. I have just so sidetracked with...things... I bet you I'm the worst alpha in the history. I scared you. I never noticed.. Now she's... Gone.." More lying. He had a sneaking suspicion that Paul was knocked up, but he left it be.

"Not your fault." Paul pressed his head against John's hip, "and you're the best, love. Nowhere near the lowlife who did this to me."

He pet his hair again "i-i didnt pro-protect you" his voice cracked a little.

"You didn't know."

"But its my job anyways.. You can do so much better. I can't do anything right.." He really couldn't. And right then and there, he made his decision. He was going to keep sneaking off with Yoko, but he had to be there for Paul for the next couple months.

He winced as he sat up but moved into his lap and higged him tight. "I love you, John."

"I love you too, Macca. I'm sorry..."

Paul kissed him gently. "Her name was Lilly... Lilly Lennon." Paul smiled but then cried again into John's chest. John tried his best to comfort him, but it was hard considering everything that was going on.

It was going to be all sorted out and okay... Eventually...

The End