IMAGINE #6 : GEORGE HARRISON

FOR lennonlovey

Megan waited for the results to come back. She paced the living room until the carpet was worn. When pacing proved to be unsuccessful at easing her anxiety, she tried to open a book and get herself lost in the pages. When reading didn't work, Megan decided to take a nap. She loved sleeping, but rarely did it during the day as there was so much to do.

Except the last couple of days, they seemed to be designed to make Meg anxious.

She slept for three hours, and got up around mid-afternoon to cook. When Meg started cleaning up the kitchen from the mess she'd made, she heard George's come up the driveway. She finished cleaning up the kitchen, and a few minutes later George walked in.

"What's for dinner?" He asked.

Meg dried her hands on a napkin. "Tomato soup."

George crinkled his nose. He waited for Meg to react, as she usually did, telling him to cook something for himself if she didn't like what she'd cooked. George would then proceed to poke his head in the fridge to see if there were leftovers. In the end, he would kiss Meg and tell her he was joking. Instead of all of this happening, however, George looked at Meg's expression.

He stepped forward, frowning. He touched her forehead. "Are you unwell?" He asked. Her reaction, and the tomato soup (which she usually only ever did when one of them was unwell) made George worry. "You're a little warm."

He touched her cheeks, touched his own forehead to compare. He let out a small sigh. "Does anything hurt?"

Everything, Meg thought. Her insides felt like they were knots, her hands were sweaty, her heartbeat was beating quickly. She felt her mind racing.

"I'm fine," Meg said, when George started talking about calling a doctor. "The results haven't come back."

"Oh," George sighed of relief. "Darling, there's nothing to worry about!"

Yes, but what if the results were negative? What if they were positive? She told George this. George smiled, and wrapped her up in a hug.

"I don't know if I'm ready," she admitted. George pulled back from the hug enough to look at Meg. His arms still wrapped around her. "But if it's negative I'll be devastated."

"It'll be alright, Meg. I'm sure of it," he said. Not letting go of her, George lead her towards the restroom where he insisted Meg take a bath to relax. Meg spent an hour in the tub, taking in the smell of lavender.

When she went to bed, she found George sleeping. Meg tried her best not to wake him up as she settled in the bed. Still, George woke up. He wrapped an arm around her, bringing her close to his chest.

. .

The results came back three days later. Meg had gone out with a friend to try and distract herself. When she came back, the woman who came to clean the house every week, had left a note on the fridge. The note said the doctor had called, and Meg needed to call him back. Tapping her foot, Meg dialed the number and heard the telephone ring.

The whole call lasted less than three minutes. But soon, Megan was crying. The next couple of hours were the slowest of her life, as she waited for George to arrive home. As soon as she heard the car on the driveway, Meg ran out of the living room and out to the front porch. She waited as George parked the car.

The light of the front porch needed to be changed, Meg realized. But George could still see her due to the open door. George frowned, then strode up towards the front door. Seeing Meg standing there, he wondered if something had gone wrong.

"Megan?" He asked quietly.

Megan hugged him tightly. "I'm pregnant!"

"Oh, god!" He shouted. Megan jumped once, her legs wrapping around George's waist. The two of them laughed, hugging. The laughter soon turned into tears, as Meg couldn't contain her happiness.

. .

It wasn't until the halfway through the third month that Megan began to show. The first person she'd told she was pregnant was her mum, followed by George's mum. On both calls, George had been present, laughing in the background. Instead of drinking to celebrate, he had a cup of tea. Megan told her siblings next. George told Paul next. And Paul told John. Ringo on the other hand, was away.

The two of them came over the following day and greeted Megan with hugs. John even tried cooking, so Meg wouldn't, and a made a mess of the kitchen. (George cleaned it up.)

"That was a test, I'll have you know," John told them. "To see if you'd yell at your kid when he makes a mess."

"Oh, shut up," Paul told him.

George and Meg didn't really tell anyone else. No one else really saw Megan day to day, and even if they did, they'd have to wait until they announced it to everyone else.

. .

Megan's pregnancy was fairly easy compared to stories she'd heard. Sure, she felt tired and her joints ached. She couldn't drink, or smoke. Mostly, she felt fine. In her head, she started decorating the room that would be the babies nursery since the found out. But she didn't actually get to working on it until she was five months pregnant.

She wanted to be careful. She was hopeful, yes. But she was also careful.

When she was eight months pregnant, and almost due, she could hardly sleep at night. She couldn't find a position comfortable enough to do. Her feet swelled up into balls. She felt irradiated and just wanted the kid out already.

On those days, George would rub her feet. He'd sing her a song, and say, "I love you, y'know. I love you more than I ever thought possible."

Two weeks later, much to Meg's relief, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. When George first saw her, he nearly cried. He held her so carefully, with a smile on his lips. "Goodness, aren't you beautiful," he said. "You take after your mum's good looks, don't you?"

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[a /n: lennonlovey here ya go!! P.S, I'm sorry if you don't go by Meg and I basically called you Meg throughout the imagine. I'll go back and change it if you'd like!! ]