<precious baby beatle ugh>
<this chapter is a little silly but all fluff>
<ALL OF DE FLURF>
<HAPPY 73rd BIRTHDAY GEORGE!>
<i has no school on the 25th fu yeah>
<sorry if this is badly written i practically did this overnight so...>

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George's eyes slowly opened, then he noticed a pink sticky note on the ceiling.

Good morning handsome! Look to your right! I love you~

-Rachel xoxo

He turned, grinning widely as he saw a delicious looking slice of cake. It was topped with whip cream and chocolate. George sat up and took the folded note beside it.

Enjoy the cake, my love :) It's sweet but not as sweet as you!

Don't forget to brush your teeth after! I love you!

-Rachel xoxo

George smiled. He knew where to go next.

"But first things first..." He took the fork and took a bite. Flavor exploded in his mouth. Fuck, it tasted so good.

He was truly a lucky guy.

Taking another bite, he wondered what awaits him at the bathroom.

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"Morning, Geo. Happy 22nd birthday!"John smiled, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Thanks, John." He chuckled.

John grinned. "Don't mention it. Now head over the bathroom and go out and adventure!"

George nodded and went off to the bathroom.

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No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find the next sticky note.

Then he looked at the toilet. The lid was down. Very unlikely of John.

How creative, George chuckled, lifting the toilet seat.

Surprise! ~

Another goofy grin lit up George's face.

Sorry if it's a bit silly haha I didn't know where else to hide it :)
Did you brush your teeth? I hope you do because I'm kissing you lots today, Georgie!

Lovely day for some coffee, am I right? I love you!

-Rachel xoxo

Instantly, George knew what place the next sticky note would be.

He took a quick shower and dresses up.

"I'll be heading out!" He called out to John before closing the door behind him. He shrugged off the fact that John didn't reply and caught a bus, heading over to the mall.

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"Geo!" Paul yelled, running over to him. He engulfed him in a brotherly hug, which George returned. "Happy birthday, Georgie!"

George grinned. "Thanks, Macca."

"I ordered coffee for ya." And as if on cue, a worker called out his name.

George nodded and went over. His cup had a pink sticky note on it.

"Paul I---" He turned, furrowing his eyebrows when he didn't see him.

Hiya Georgie! How's the cuppa?
Remember that time I first kissed you? I was sober, yeah?
Not at the airport, silly.

-Rachel xoxo

PS. I love you

George's eyes went to the light red kiss mark beside the I love you. He smiled, his heart skipping a beat. He loved this because, honestly, this was so fucking cute.

His mind went back to the first time Rachel kissed him. Even thought it was on the cheek, George had felt so happy, there and there.

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He opened the door to his flat.

"Surprise!"

George laughed as strings of bright confetti and colorful silly strings and balloons rained down on him.

"Happy 23rd birthday, Georgie!" Rachel yelled happily, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her wavy hair had confetti all over.

George kissed her, placing his hands on her waist. Rachel felt him smile through the kiss, going up on tiptoes just to kiss him deeper.

"Who's ready for some cake?" John called from the kitchen.

"Me!" George laughed, snaking an arm around Rachel's waist, holding her close to him.

"I second that." She giggled, leaning her head on his chest.

Paul rolled his eyes. "You two are always hungry."

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"You made this?" George asked, marvelling at the cake.

  Rachel nodded, licking the chocolate from her fingers. "Well, Paul and John helped too." She added, nodding over to the two. "Do you like it?"

"Do I like it? I fucking love it, angel." George kissed her cheek affectionately, making her blush.

"Glad you like it, Georgie." She smiled. Rachel took her fork and scooped up a slice. "Now say ah, love."

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"Also, we bought presents." John spoke up. "Because what's a birthday without presents?"

"They say it's your birthday..." Paul sang. "It's my birthday too, yeah!"

"Okay, for this day and this day only.. I'll allow it." George grinned at him.

Paul beamed and turned to John. "They say it's your birthday! We're gonna have a good time!"

Rachel shook her head fondly, laughing with him.

"They wrote the whole song by themselves overnight." Rachel whispered to her boyfriend. "Though Paul was stressing the fuck out last night, keeping me up all night by asking me which rhymes with which." She laughed.

George widened his eyes. "Really? They did that for my birthday?"

"Yeah! What do you expect from the Lennon-Mccartney song writing duo?" She playfully rolled her eyes.

"True, true." George chuckled.

"Oh!"

John jumped. He gave out an exagerrated sigh.

"Jesus Christ, Rach."

She giggled. "Sorry Johnny." She pecked George on the lips. "I'm gonna get your gift alright?"

"Eh? Another gift? But you've done so much for me already!"

"Hush." She placed her finger on his lips. "It's your birthday and I'm going to spoil you all the while. Now wait here." She grinned before going off to her bedroom.

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"I-I... Um... I hope you like it." Rachel shyly gave George the wrapped up box.

He shook it excitedly. "What is it?"

"Jus' open it!" Paul chimed.

He tore the wrapping open.

"Woah."

Rachel nibbled on her bottom lip. "What do you think?" She asked shyly, fingers playing with the loose threads of her shirt.

"It's adorable, angel." George gave her a genuine smile. His fingers traced the lettering on the cover. "You made this?"

She nodded. "Go on, check the pages."

George's eyes were round with wonder as he flipped the pages. The scrapbook was filled with pictures of the four of them.

"Ignore that one." Paul blushed embarrasingly, covering a photo of him pressing his nose against a window.

John laughed. "You look cute in it!"

George stopped at one page. The whole two parts had one big picture. It was obviously a stolen shot, but a beautiful picture nonethless.

They were in America, judging from the rented car John had. Rachel's arms were around George's neck as he had her in a piggy back. They were both laughing, eyes crinkled up from their cheeks.

"Let me guess," George looked at Paul. "You took this picture?"

Paul huffed in pride. "What can I say? I'm a good photographer."

"Courtesy of Paul Mccartney." Rachel smiled widely. "So I'm guessing you like it then?"

George kissed her cheek. She immediately knew the answer, and her cheeks flushed pink as she grinned toothily at him.

"I'm gonna treasure it forever." George said, giving her a quick but sweet kiss on the lips. "God, I-I don't know where to begin... Fuck, I love you three. You guys are literally the best and I feel so fucking lucky just to have you guys."

"Aw, we love you too, Gear." John hugged him brotherly. "No homo."

"Group hug!" Paul latched unto the younger.

"Happy birthday, my love." Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck.

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Eugh i feel so insecure

This chapter is crap im sorry *whimpers

Bappy Hirthday George!!