I was surprised to see John and got up to meet him.

"John. What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Harry told me why you canceled your date with him tonight…how is Elise?" John responded. 

"They haven't let me see her. When we got here she had a high fever and difficulty breathing." 

"What does the doctor say?" he asked

"They've stabilized her breathing. We're just waiting for the fever to come down. C'mon…" I said as I noticed people staring at John.

"Mirel…." I heard Emma. She was standing next to the head nurse. "We can go in to see Elise now."

Emma greeted John as we walked to Elise's room. 

When we walked into the room, I saw Elise lying on the hospital bed. My heart broke when I saw the IV and the breathing tube. I ran over to her and stroked her forehead. 

"Elise…sweetie…mommy is here." I said. 

I saw Elise open her eyes and she smiled when she saw me. 

"Mommy." She said in a raspy voice. 

"Hi baby….how are you feeling?" 

"Better." 

I saw Elise's eyes catch a glimpse of John who had walked into the room behind me. John made his way to the other side of Elise's bed and hunched over. He grabbed her little hand as Elise looked over at him. 

"Hi John."

"Hi luv…how are you?" 

"Better…but I want to go home." 

"Well we need to see what the doctor says."

"Mommy….tell them I want to go home." Elise turned around to face me. 

"Okay…I'll see what I can do." I said as I heard the door open and saw Emma walk in. 

"John…will you stay with her?"

"Sure." John smiled. 

I walked over to Emma and I heard John begin to chat with Elise. 

"I talked to the doctor." Emma began. "He says that it was an allergic reaction and it seems to have been the nuts in the chocolate she ate. She's doing okay now, but they want her to stay overnight to monitor her. She will be able to go home tomorrow." 

"But I’ll be able to stay here with her?" 

"Only until visiting hours end." she said. 

She must have read my face of distress because she immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry …the doctors here are great. She'll be well taken care of."

I sighed…not exactly thrilled about the situation.

John, Emma and I stayed with Elise until visiting hours were over. 

"I'll come get you tomorrow morning." I said softly as Elise fell asleep. "Sweet dreams."

Shortly after Elise had fallen asleep, we all made our way out of the hospital. 

"How did you get here? " Emma asked John. 

"Taxi." John responded.

I was about to ask him if he needed to call a Taxi to take him back when I spotted a man with a camera heading towards us from the back of the parking lot. 

"Don't look now, but I think we have company." I said motioning to the man. 

"Fuck!" John muttered as he saw him.

"You two get out of here…I'll see if I can distract him." Emma said. "I'll call you." She said as she started heading towards the man. 

"C'mon." I directed John to my car quickly. I looked back and saw Emma talking to the man with the camera. He was trying desperately to get away from her and frantically trying to snap a picture of us. 

When we finally drove out through the back of the hospital, I looked at John. "This is something I definitely do not miss." 

"Sorry, luv."

***

I unlocked the door to my apartment and John and I walked in. It was quiet….it wasn't often that I had the apartment to myself without Elise here…and every time that had happened I knew she was with either Emma and Franz or with my parents. This was different…my baby girl was in the hospital. 

I threw my purse and keys on the kitchen table and sat on the couch. John locked the door and walked over to me. He knelt down in front of me. 

"How are you doing Mirel?'

"It has been a long day John." I responded as I felt the weight of today's events take a toll on me. The adrenaline rush I had felt when I took Elise to the hospital had worn off and now I felt vulnerable….emotional. I felt a tear roll down my face. John lifted his hand to wipe it away. 

"She's okay, Mirel. Elise is okay." John spoke softly. 

"I know, but she could have easily not been okay John. I could have lost her today…"

"But you didn't…because of you she’s okay…" John said. 

I sighed and let myself sink back into the couch. John got up from the floor and sat down next to me. 

We sat like that for a few minutes before I started rubbing my neck. All the stress of the day had built up and my shoulders and neck felt very tense. 

John moved slightly, this time kneeling on the couch. "Let me…" John said rubbing my neck and asking me to face away from him so he could massage my shoulders. 

"You’re so tense…try to relax luv…" John said as he rubbed my shoulders. 

As John kept massaging my shoulders, I closed my eyes…letting my body relax and unwind from today’s events. John’s hands stroked my neck and shoulders, slowly loosening the knots. His hands grazed my neck moving my hair back. I felt John’s body get closer to me and seconds later, I felt his lips on my exposed neck. My initial reaction would have been to stop John right there and then, but I didn’t. It felt so good….so right. Instead I moved my neck to the side, a clear sign to John that I wasn’t objecting to what he was doing. He took the hint and began kissing my neck, his massage getting softer and softer. All thoughts of John being married went out the window. At this point I didn’t care. I just wanted to relax….I needed to relax and John knew exactly how to do that. 

I could feel my breathing getting heavier and I involuntarily let out a soft moan as John nibbled on my ear. That was enough for John to drop his hands from my shoulder and hug me from behind. His hands quickly found my breasts and starting stroking them gently. It had been so long since I felt a man’s hands caressing me that I just melted against him, rocking slowly. John’s right hand slipped south, tugging at my dress, which was caught under my leg. I lifted my hips long enough for him to tug the dress from under me and slipped his hand under it. He immediately moved it up my high and reached my panties. Meanwhile, I had reached behind me and was stroking his hair with one hand and trying to reach behind me to feel the bulge that had formed in his pants. 

“Just enjoy this luv…there will be time for the both of us.” John gasped. I did as I was told and moved my head over to try to kiss his lips. He pushed himself against me and moved his head closer to me so we could seal the kiss. As we kissed, John’s fingers flicked my panties. I could feel myself getting more aroused with every second that went by. He slipped his hand under my panties and when his fingers finally felt me, he let out a groan, obviously enjoying what was happening just as much as I was. I rocked against John as he stroked me, slipping a first finger inside me and then another. His left hand moved up and tried to move his hand inside my bra, but our current position was not allowing us to fully enjoy each other. As if John had read my mind, he pulled his fingers out of me and frantically turned my body around so I could face him. As I looked at him, I could feel his arousal was just as intense as mine. His hands quickly reached for my dress and pulled it over me head, exposing my black bra and panties. He smiled and looked at me. 

“Were you planning on getting lucky with Harry tonight?” He asked cheeky.

“I guess I’ll just have to settle for you.” I responded with heavy breathing as I pushed myself against him and we fell back onto the couch. I started to unbutton his shirt as I felt his hand on my bottom. 

“Oh you won’t be settling, luv.” John said as he got frustrated and ripped his shirt open. I lowered my body against him, wanting to feel him, wanting to feel his lips on mine…needing to make love to this man. I kissed John and moved my hands down to his jeans. I quickly unzipped his pants and started tugging at them. John laughed as he moved me to the end of the couch for a few seconds and wiggled out of his pants. 

“Feisty little thing.” 

“It’s what you like.” I said with a raspy voice as I got back on him and rubbed against his manhood. 

“Oh…yeah….” John moaned as I kept rocking against him. 

He pulled me down and unhooked my bra. His hands slid down my back and pushed my hips down against him…

I could feel myself soaked and needed to feel John in me…I rubbed against him harder…moaning with every rocking motion. As he had many years ago, John knew what I wanted and he pushed me off of him and pinned me on the other side of the couch; this time he was the one on top of me. John pulled his underwear off and quickly took mine off as well. He pressed his body against mine, his lips desperately looking for mine. I stroked his hair and slid my nails downs his back…knowing very well what a turn on that was for him. 

John moaned loudly which was making me desperate. I tried moving my hips to the right in order to have John in me and he was well aware of what I was wanting. He reached for my hands and put them over my head. He was smiling, but was breathing hard. 

“What do you want me to do to you Mirel?” 

I squirmed under him. “John…you know what I want.” I whimpered 

“I want to hear you say it.” John panted.

“Make…make love to me John…” I finally obliged. 

“No…that isn’t what you really want right now….tell me what you really want me to do to you Mirel…” John asked just as desperately. 

I knew what John wanted me to say…and I wanted to resist, but my need, my want was greater than my pride. 

“Tell me what you really…want…me….to do…to you.” John repeated…almost pleading.

“Fuck me John!….fuck me!” I finally yelled what we both wanted. And with that I felt John pound right into me. 

***

The next morning I woke up lying next to John. I looked over at him and the memory of what had happened last night filled my mind. I put my hand over my eyes and sighed. I felt John stir and looked over at him. We stared at each other before I laid back down. 

“John…this is bad…” I said as I looked at the ceiling. 

“I thought last night was pretty great actually.” John replied. 

“That’s not what I meant.” I responded. “Last night was…amazing, but it should never had happened.” I said feeling guilty. 

“You needed to relax Mirel….I think you relaxed…more than once actually.” He laughed. 

There was silence after that for a few moments. 

“So what now?” John suddenly broke the silence. 

“Nothing. This was just a one time thing…it’s not going to happen again….it didn’t mean anything.” I said knowing very well that the last statement was a lie. John didn’t say anything so I turned my head to look at him. I caught him with a look of hurt and disappointment on his face. When he realized I was looking at him he changed his face to a cocky expression. 

“Oh yeah…of course, that’s why it was just a fuck.” John stated coldly. 

His comment hurt me like a knife, but it was my own fault for having forgotten reality last night and once more having said it didn’t mean anything. I decided it wasn’t the right time to think about that. I got up and offered John some breakfast. We decided it was best for John to go back to Santa Monica. I would go and get Elise at the hospital by myself since we had already encountered a reporter and didn’t want more publicity. We called John a taxi and it arrived 15 minutes later. 

“I’ll call you once Elise is back home.” 

“Please do.” John smiled as he got to the cab. “…and Mirel…I had a great time last night…we should do it again sometime.” He winked. 

Before I had a chance to object, John was in the taxi. I waved to him before getting back to the house. I quickly took a shower and headed to the hospital to pick up Elise. When I got to Elise’s room, she was having breakfast. She smiled when I gave her the news the doctor had said she could go home. 

“Let’s go!” She piped. 

“As soon as you finish your breakfast.” I responded. 

The nurse came in to prepare Elise for our departure and I took that opportunity to go and pay the hospital expenses. 

“The patient’s name please?” The receptionist asked.

“Elise Sherlin”

She looked at her files and looked up. “The bill has already been taken care of.”

“I’m sorry. By who?”

“It says here that her father paid the bill this morning.” She responded. 

I was stunned. “Oh.” I managed to say. “Thank you.” 

I headed back to the room to find Elise sitting on her bed, ready to go. 

“Ready?” I smiled. 

“Yes!” she said running towards me. The nurse gave me some last minute instructions and a prescription in case we ran into another episode, which I hoped would never happen again. 

I was carrying Elise out of the hospital excited about bringing her home, when I suddenly got bombarded by a group of about 5 or 6 reporters. 

Elise didn’t know what was going on and it took me a moment to realize these reporters were focused on not only me but Elise as well. I rushed over to my car with the reporters snapping pictures and asking questions simultaneously. 

“Was John Lennon here yesterday? What is your relationship to John? How long have you known John Lennon?” 

“Please leave us alone.” I said as I tried to get to my car. 

I told Elise to put her head down and nuzzled her against my neck. The questions and bulbs of lights brought back memories of my days with John. When we finally reached the car, I quickly put Elise in it and locked the door behind her. I made my way to the driver’s seat, pushing my way through the reporters. 

As I was about to get into the car, a question caught my attention. “Is the little girl John Lennon’s daughter?” 

I turned around to the reporter and answered him. “This little girl is my daughter…she is mine.” 

“Are you denying she is John Lennon’s daughter?” He asked just as I closed the door to my car and drove off.