Almost a week of me being Kinfaus-bound was passed with lots of meditation and prayers for Brian's spirit, feeling a heavy grief on my heart and mind. I hoped he was in a better place than here, maybe finally reuniting with my mother from all those years ago.

I hadn't told George about the baby yet, as I hadn't felt like doing much talking at all. Brian's death had been weighing down on both George and I alike, not only having lost an amazing man, but the man who dealt with the boys' business affairs.

George became much more tense than usual, the boys scrambling unsure what to do.

I knew of many reporters and fans outside of our gates waiting to catch a glimpse of one of us to snoop into our personal lives, and I could barley stomach the thought of having Brian's story profited off of like the greedy pigs they all were.

I went into the fridge grabbing myself all the food I could find in need of yet another snack before lunch, hearing George talking on the telephone.

"Tony, look I've got enough to worry about here at home, I don't think this is the right time for us to be discussing another movie." He scolded their publicist.

I walked over to where I was in George's view.

"Do it." I mouthed pointing to the phone with food bunched up in my arms.

I was still terribly distraught by Brian's death and I knew George was too, but I also knew George had to continue on with being a Beatles and it was more important now than ever for the boys to stand with a united front.

"Just a minute." George spoke into the phone before putting it to his chest, looking oddly at the amount of food I held in my arms.

"Paul wants to discuss a movie this afternoon, but we've only just started grieving," he became almost angry, seeming to think they were being cruel to wanting to work.

"George, I think it'll help you all move forward." I nodded appealing to his better judgment.

He took a moment of thought before nodding and putting the phone back to his ear.

"Alright, I'll do it, but Paul better slow down a bit." He continued his conversation as I walked over to our living room, sitting down on one of the cushions that was placed on the ground and placing my food on the table, beginning to look through some old scrapbooks of Brian and I when I was young.

Biting into an apple I sighed at the happiness weaved in throughout each page. Melancholy tears welled up in my eyes as I skimmed the pages, reminiscing on the time we had spent together.

"Did you want to come this afternoon?" George inquired softly, coming over to sit across from me.

I looked up to him with a quiet shake of my head, knowing if I spoke I would only begin sobbing.

He nodded looking down to one of the scrapbooks, his wrought up expression causing me to frown.

"George I-" I began, hoping this would be my chance to tell him, praying it would alleviate the amount of tenseness from work I saw in him.

Just then the phone rang once again.

I closed my eyes tightly with a deep breath, almost thankful it had stopped me.

"I'm sorry love." George apologized with a heavy sigh before getting up and walking back over to the phone.

I sat alone with my thoughts as George picked up the telephone. I knew the longer I put off the harder it would be to tell him, but I was petrified. Having children hadn't even been dreamed of between the two of us since we'd become married, we simply just hadn't had the time.

The madness of George's career took him around the world in back, and now that it seemed the touring had finally settled down, even more trouble arose as Brian had passed. The boys and I now how to figure out how to be on our own, and I'm not sure either of us were prepared to do so.

"I don't care if John's already there Paul, look, I've got some things to take care of here at home first," George explained once again, growing increasingly frustrated.

I turned to him suddenly surprised by how angry he seemed, gaining his attention instantly.

"I'll be fine, really." I offered a small grin, causing his face to twist into a doleful frown.

"-Yeah I'm still here." He responded changing his focus from me back to the telephone.

George being away from the house would give me some time to reflect on everything that had been thrown at me in such a short amount of time.

George had been my side ever since the day Brian passed, but I now I needed some time to myself, even for just an afternoon.

There was still a funeral to be planned and countless other legal affairs of Brian's that were yet to be figured out. I had to try to stomach the thought of dealing with it all while grieving, and to make things harder I had to make a human being all at once.

"I'll be over soon. Bye Paul." George spoke simply before hanging up the telephone.

I got up from my seat, feeling slight dizziness from standing too quickly, watching George as he began gathering his things, taking his keys and shoving them down in his pocket.

"I'll be gone for a few hours." He sighed heavily, walking over to me as he slid a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

"Can we talk when you get back?" I uttered shyly.

"Of course love." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

If only he knew how important the conversation would be.
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I spent the afternoon coordinating things for Brian's funeral and other legal things I had yet to touch. I tried to lighten my mood by playing some old records from when I was younger, to remind myself of the good times.

I was deep into the paperwork when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned prepared for it to be a burglar, but seeing it was Cynthia, a four year old Julian holding onto her hand by her side.

"Hey! What are you two doing here?" I exclaimed happily, getting up from my chair and pulling Cynthia into a quick hug.

"My turn!" Julian shouted happily holding his arms out prepared for a hug as I broke away from Cynthia.

I laughed kneeling down and bringing Julian into tight hug, hearing him giggling manically.

"Julian and I thought we would come by for a visit since we know how hard it's been for you this past week," Cynthia explained sorrowfully.

I stood back up with a small gracious grin, before feeling the familiarity of the dizzy sensation, stumbling slightly into the table for support.

"Everything alright?" Cynthia cocked her head suspiciously.

"Yeah, just stood up too fast." I nodded taking a deep breath feeling a shortness of it.

"Well, I'll fix you a drink, George told me how you've also been battling the flu, you go lay down on the couch dear, this paperwork can wait." She grinned kindly, a gesture that I would've usually graciously accepted.

"I'm fine, but help yourself to anything. I think George bought a new bottle of that wine you said you liked." I nodded feeling better, although a headache became on the verge pulsating through my skull.

She took a brief look at me for a moment, scanning me up and down.

"Really Cynthia, I've been fine, I've just been feeling nauseous." I tried quickly to interrupt her thoughts.

It looked as if a light bulb flicked off in her head, her eyes sparking with shock.

"You're pregnant." She cried clapping her hands together.

"There's a baby in auntie P's tummy?" Julian exclaimed in astonishment, knowing well what pregnancy meant as Maureen had just given birth to her and Ringo's second child.

"No," my voice sounded more as if I were asking a question.

"No." I spoke more firmly, looking back up to Cynthia who looked at me unconvinced.

"Why do you assume that?" I asked defensively.

"You're talking to a woman who's been through the whole nine months Poppy. I happen to know what that nervous look on your face is saying. You're nauseous, you turned down a drink, you got dizzy standing up, you're even wearing one of the baggiest dresses you own." She laughed reading me like a book.

Cynthia had that observant way about her, it was almost impossible to sneak anything past her.

"You're good." I muttered narrowing my eyes at her elated smile.

"Oh Poppy, I can't believe it this is amazing!" Cynthia exclaimed bringing me into a hug.

"There's a baby!" Julian exclaimed happily, wrapping his arms around Cynthia and I's legs.

"How long has it been? Does George know?" Cynthia began a stream of questions I was not prepared to answer.

"Look, no one knows, Cynthia I'm not ready for all this." I spoke tiredly, feeling like I needed to take a long nap.

"Alright, alright I won't tell anyone, I promise." She assured me with a small nod of understanding.

"Thank you Cyn." I let out a loud sigh of relief.

"Aunties going to have a baby." Julian laughed dancing around, causing Cynthia and I to tense up immediately.