His face came clear to me as he walked into Kinfaus. His smile as bright as when he'd first walked in, he looked at me, his eyes begging to gloss over. He didn't dare let a tear fall as he had always stayed strong whenever he saw I was already the one hurting.

"Brian?" My eyes widened, shock overtaking my whole body as I ran over to him for a hug, feeling as if he disappeared beneath my arms.

"Poppy." A woman's voice called from behind me.

"Mom?" I asked turning around as I looked at the glowing woman who looked similarly to my Brian and stunningly like myself, except with long flowing brown hair and a beautiful smile, hand in hand with Brian as they sat down on the couch together.

"We're so proud of you dear." My mother's expression was gentle and warm, just as I had last remembered it when I was young.

I felt as if I wanted to run over and hold the two of them, but it was as if my feet had been cemented to the ground.

"Are you two real?" I began teary eyed, frightened that my mind was playing tricks on me.

"Don't cry my love." My mother smiled as I wiped my eyes.

"I've missed you both terribly." I felt myself choke up as I looked at both of them with a sad smile.

"Poppy, we're always going to be there, every step of the way." Brian nodded assuringly as the room dimmed, causing panic to rise in my throat.

"Bri, I'm pregnant." I cried out watching them fade before me, my heart breaking further and further that I hadn't more time with them.

"I know dear." He smiled before everything turned black, causing a scream to sound out from my mouth.

"Poppy." I felt someone shaking me.

My eyes shot open to be met with a very concerned George, his hair hanging down over my face as he examined my features, wiping away the beads of sweat that formed on my forehead.

"What wrong?" He looked terrified, brushing away my hair that stuck to my face away.

"I-it was Brian, and my mother. T-" I began, trembling as George pulled me into his arms, cradling me close to his chest as his hand ran through my hair.

"It was just a dream love, you're alright." He hushed me seeing how frazzled I was.

"It was so r-real," I sobbed wrapping my arms around his neck, "they're gone George." I whimpered out as I felt his hand rubbing up and down my back.

"They'll always be with you in spirit love." He assured whispering into my hair, like Brian had in my dream. For a second I felt as if it could be true, like they would be watching over me together.
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"Magical Mystery Tour." Paul spoke flatly, slapping a piece of paper down on the table and flattening it out.

We'd all gathered later that day to Cavendish, Paul wanting to make sure everything was solidified between the boys and the wives before the madness started. I worried about how thrown into work Paul had become, but he was making up from the lack of excitement from the others.

"What's that?" John tilted his head, trying to understand the odd looking pie chart that laid on the page.

"The script." Paul spoke as if it were obvious, taking a quick inhale of his joint.

"Right." John's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, sitting back in his seat.

"Looks like a chart." Ringo remarked trying to suppress a look of confusion, looking around to see if only he was confused.

"Stripper and band." I read scrunching my nose.

"Fat woman, small man." Cynthia added on from beside me, the same level of confusion as I had evident in her tone, taking the paper in her hands to read the full thing.

"That's no way to refer to John and Ringo." George gasped innocently receiving scoffs from both John and Ringo defensively.

"I'm not a fat lady." Ringo gasped.

"Ringo, he meant you're the sm- erm, you know what, never mind." Paul shook his head deciding against explaining it.

"Give me that." Paul leaned across his dinning table to grab the paper from Cynthia and I teasingly as we ogled at it confused.

"We start shooting the eleventh on a big yellow coach bus, we're getting friends, family, misfits, the circus, everybody." Paul summarized what they must've been talking about in their meetings to the girls at the table including Jane and Maureen who were also sat with us around Paul's table.

I leaned my head against George's chest who was sat on the other side me, hoping to calm him down slightly, seeing him becoming visibly upset by what Paul had to say about getting done this film so soon.

Tomorrow Brian's funeral was taking place and I knew it was putting George especially on edge today, wanting everything to be easy as possible for me, knowing how emotionally and physically drained I had become.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, kissing the top of my head warmly.

"That's in two days." Cynthia gasped like they were crazy for just wanting to leave for filming so quickly.

"It'll be great Cyn, Julian would love to take a trip." John smiled fixing his rounded glasses, something that had recently become worn daily by him after years of being blind.

Cynthia looked slightly uneasy about it however, leaning back in her seat with a deep sigh looking to be slightly angered, a tension seeming to be preexisting between the two of them.

"Would Poppy come, being pregnant now and all?" Ringo inquired, everyone's attention shifting to me as they had now all learned about my pregnancy earlier this morning.

I looked over at George, who was staring back uneasily, knowing the sort of stress I had been under with everything as it was.

"I don't see why not, it could be fun." I intertwined George and I's hands together smiling back to Ringo putting on a brave front.

On the inside I had plenty of things to worry about already, and not having Brian physically by my side to encourage me to keep on going really broke my heart. This sort of stress was the type doctors warned me about with the health of my baby, so I was really trying to keep things as light as I possibly could.

Although I knew there was more to that fight George and I had, right now I couldn't seem to want to deal with it, which is why I was trying to keep the subject off of Eric completely.

The discussions at the table blurred together as millions of thoughts clouded my mind. This trip would run anyway but smoothly, I was sure of it. But I didn't want to let anyone down and stay home sulking while they were off with, bands and strippers, as the pie chart read.

Soon my anxious rose in my throat with the rest of my breakfast, excusing myself quickly from the table and making a quick beeline to the bathroom, spilling the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. I cussed underneath my breath as I flush it, hoping I could skip the routine sickness today so I could go somewhere.

I picked myself up weakly, making sure that I cleaned up after myself and masking the smell by spraying some of Paul's cologne that made me even more nauseous and opening a window to air out the room.

"Are you alright?" I heard Jane ask worriedly from the other side of the door.

"Fine, just morning sickness love." I fixed myself in the mirror before going over to the door and slip out of the room.

"You're sure you're alright?" She asked worriedly, knowing there was so much more going on behind the facade I was showing.

"Promise you won't worry too much about me, yeah?" I offered a small grin knowing she had a lot going on herself.

She had her own career to worry about, plus her and Paul's relationship seemed to be wearing thin as they were almost always apart. I was the last thing I wanted her or anyone to fuss about.

As I reentered the room I realized everyone expect Maureen was staring at me to make sure I was alright.

I noticed Maureen's eyes were caught on George for a lingering moment, before looking over  to me.

Odd.

"You alright love?" George asked seeing how pale my face was inevitably.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry for vomiting in your house Paul." I looked down ashamed.

"It's nothing John hasn't done from one too many bevys, ay Johnny?" Paul's lips turned upwards as John shrugged in agreement.

I offered a weak grin walking back over to George's side before he got up suddenly to join me.

"I think it's time to get Poppy home." He smiled stiffly, bending down to grab my purse for me.

I held my head in my hand feeling nauseous as we said our goodbyes to everyone, exiting Paul's house to the car.

"You alright love, can we get you something?"George asked as he held me up by my waist, seeing how much I seemed to be suffering the pregnancy symptoms.

"I think just some rest will do fine." I smiled up seeing how cute his concern for me was.

"And food?" George smiled hopefully.

"And food." I giggled seeing his eyes light up.

"Keep up that mindset and you'll have a pregnancy belly of your own." I smiled rubbing his stomach, causing him to chuckle.

"So, how are you feeling? About all of that I mean." I bit my lip motioning back to the boys with my head as George opened the passenger door for me.

"It's Paul, it's John, it's Ringo. I just wish we would take a minute to breathe." George sighed longingly.

I nodded knowing what he'd meant. Tension has already sort of existed before Brian's death, but now the reins were loose and I wasn't sure where it would take us.