Chapter 26: 

(George’s POV) 

“Just tell me already Emily.” I plead. I have no clue what she’s going to say and it scares me to death, she’s been stalling for almost thirty minutes. 

“Emily!” Ringo yells from the kitchen, I groan, it’s been over fifteen minutes and I still have yet to get the truth out of her. 

“Coming!” Emily yells back, and tries to scoot past me, but not before I tell her that we’ll have to finish this later. 

“Do you remember that last name I told you a while back?” Ringo asked Emily

“The one from Florida?” 

“Course, course that one.” 

“Um, yeah. I wrote it down on a picture of her, hold on.” Emily tells Ringo and leaves to go find a photograph or something. 

“What’s this all about?” I ask Ringo. 

“I’m gonna be directed to ‘er. Destiny. It’s well… Destiny you know. The person and the fate thing.” Ringo tells me with a goofy smile on his face. 

“Yer gonna get ‘er up ‘ere then?” 

“I want to, she can bring ‘er friend you know?” 

“No, no, no. I actually have meself a date. Pattie Boyd… Remember? The blonde from A Hard Day’s Night?” I tell Ringo, which is true. Pattie was actually engaged when we first met, but she soon broke it off. Something or another about him not being the right guy for her. I honestly didn’t care to see the girl that was Destiny’s mate, she was very forward which I hadn’t understood, I mean I do, but that forward then yeah? 

“Really? She seemed nice, I though she was with someone though?” 

“Not any longer.” 

“Back! Here it is.” Emily says, a picture in her hands. Destiny Kinder.” 

“Great! Thanks dear, now give me some privacy ay’?” 

“Ay’. I hear ya.” I tell him, patting his back and swat Emily over to my room. Once we’re alone I begin speaking. “What’s going on then?”

“George..” 

“Don’t tell me it’s not important!” I warn her strictly. 

“The doctor was no help. He said it was either a stomach bug or I was pregnant.” 

“What? Pregnant?! I guess he was no help then! Yer a virgin…” I tell her, pissed at the Doctor. Why would he ever think she’s pregnant, but looking at her pale face. “Oh God, it’s that ain’t it?!”

“George! He didn’t say for sure!” 

“Then you might be pregnant?” 

“I don’t think so… I found an old test and used it. The result wasn’t too clear but it looked like a no.”

“You need to know for sure though! You can’t walk around not knowing than in nine months have a baby poppin’ outa ya while yer sleeping!!!”

“George! Women can tell when they’re pregnant… I’m telling you, this will all blow over. It’s a stomach bug and I’ll try to get better soon enough.” 

“Just…” I began to say, then grab her hands while I’m talking. “Be safe okay. I hope you’re right.” 

“So do I.” Emily says, with a sarcastic laugh wiping a lone tear from her cheek. 

“Let’s go. Get our minds on something else then?” 

“Give me an hour. I need to do something’s by myself alright.” 

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*Emily’s POV*

I told George to give me an hour, I’ve been writing my cousin a letter and some stuff of my own down. The doctor told me to go out and buy a pregnancy test; I didn’t buy one, but used an old one. I don’t think they can go out of date right? I was glad to see that the lines, were more on the ‘not pregnant’ sign. But it wasn’t that clear. I have a feeling it’s a cold. I’ll be okay, I know so.

I put on some regular clothes and my shoes, opening the door up to George waiting by it. “Uh, ready to go?” George says awkwardly, making me giggle a bit. 

“Yes Georgie, that’s why I was at the door.” 

“Right, let’s go then.” George says, taking me by the hand and dragging me to the front stoop. 

“Where are we going?” I ask, George who’s driving, the roof down. 

“Picnic. Paul apparently found John and Donna, so Ringo left right after Paul called and left us to cater. I’ve got no clue why.” 

“Because! You eat! You know what you like!” 

“Hey! Are you making fun of me?” 

“No way, I wish I had a metabolism like yours!” 

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***Paul’s POV***

It’s been 4 weeks since we’ve decided that John and I would both sing lead vocals. And we’ve decided the name for the new vinyl; Beatles For Sale. Kind of a demonstration of how disgusted with the way George Martin treated John. 

Anyways, in the midst of our recording days, Ringo’s bird is coming her from America. I’m actually quite surprised, everyone’s getting along very well. George has been hanging out with Pattie Boyd and she’s become a regular around us, even if we had met her on the set of A Hard Day’s Night. 

Well I guess from an outsiders POV, but from mine? I wouldn’t agree to much. It’s been odd, I always catch Emily and George talking during spare time. It makes my blood boil actually, she’s been very distant and I don’t know why. It’s like she’s sad and I can’t make it better, but neither can George. Yet, she’s still been sick so that’s probably why. 

“What time do we need to be at the airport?” I ask Ringo, who’s sitting beside me drinking coffee. 

“Eh, ’er plane lands ina hour. So we’ll leave in twenty yeah?” Ringo tells me and I nod my head, putting my bowl in the sink and heading over to Emily and I’s room. “G’mornin’ love.” I say, smiling at her, who’s just now fluttering her eyes open, I close the door behind me and jump on the bed, over her. 

“Mornin’ Paul.” Emily says and kisses me gently on the lips. It sends shivers down my spine. 

“You know, I don’t know how you do it. You wake up gorgeous, all the time you are.” I say kissing her back, before I could deepen the kiss, I remember what we had to do today. Pulling away, making Emily groan and pout at me, I remind her. “We ’ave to be ready in twenty minutes. Pickin’ up Destiny today, ’member?” 

“Can’t we just stay in bed?” Emily says, pouting. 

“I wish, but come ’ed. The sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll get back, right?” 

“Right. I’ll be up, than.” Emily says, and softly pushes me off of her. Damn, I love that girl. 

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“Shit, why’d we have to come on a Saturday?” George grumpily, complains while we begin our walk up the stairs. 

“It was the only day open this week.” Ringo tells him, his voice surging with excitement.

“Wow! I’ve never seen you this nervous Richie.” I tell him, speaking my mind. 

“Cause I’ve never been this nervous!” He says, laughing it off. A nervous laugh for sure. 

“Well, I think that’s great! I only got to meet her for about 15 minutes before I passed out and when I woke up she was outa sight!” Emily says, smiling. She looks great, after changing her outfit the whole twenty minutes, plus some, she finally picked brown boots, a navy blue dress and a jean jacket. It’s actually nice and warm somehow. 

“Is that her?” John asked, squinting. Ringo didn’t have time to hear him though, since he was running up to her. By the time John finished his sentence, Ringo and Destiny were in each other’s arms. 

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Emily’s complexion turn as white as a ghost as she groans out in pain. “Are you okay?” I ask, grabbing her, she looks as if she’s about to fall over and gratefully takes my arm. 

“Are you okay Emily? What’s wrong?” George asked, coming over to us. This is what I’m talking about, I’m completely sick and tired of it. 

“I’m handling it, George.” I growl at him and then turn back to Emily. “Are you fine? Do you want me to take you to the doctor?” 

“I’m fine guys.” Emily coughs, then turns her attention back to the couple walking back up to us. 

“You’ve met the lot of them.” Ringo begins to say. “Donna, George, John.” Ringo says, pointing at the wrong people, making her giggle and wave at them. Ringo than brings her over to us. “And these two; you met for about a milisecond. Paul and his lovely Girlfriend Emily.” I nod to her, but she pulls Emily into a hug and then me. 

“I’ve heard lots about you guys thanks to Richie,” She says with a smile. “I’m Destiny by the way.” 

“She also goes by fate.” George says, trying to be funny but fails miserably. 

“We don’t let ‘im outa the house often. But come ‘ed. We’ll show you ‘round ‘ere then.” John says, trying to rush us around, noting the crowd of people. 

“Are you okay?” Donna asked Emily, who I was walking in front of down the stairs. No reply, just the sound of screaming. 

“Someone call 999!” I yell panicking, trying to pick up Emily. “What’s going on?” I yell to Donna, who was standing there shocked. I can’t do anything. What am I supposed to do? I pick Emily up, who’s groaning in and out of consciousness. I rush with her down the stairs to be met with a medical personal. 

“Do you know what’s going on?” The ER worker asked me, as he jogs her out on a gurney. 

“S-she ju-just collapsed…” I tell him, not knowing anything else. God how could I be so stupid. I watch as they close the doors and leave me standing there in the dust, I watch starting to break down as the lot of them start to rush out of the airport doors. 

“What’s going on?” Donna asked, out of breathe. 

“We need to get to the hospital… NOW!” I yell, looking at John who hands me his keys, I take them and run off to the car, starting it up and speeding up, only to stop for Donna, George and John to rush inside of the car. “Do you know what happened to her?” I ask, well basically command information out of Donna. 

“N-no. Blood w-was dripping fro-from her leg. Sh-she said her st-stomach hurt.” Donna said, her voice muffled by tears and John’s shoulder. 

“Her stomach?!” George and I ask in unison, I would’ve glared at him if it meant anything at the time. Donna doesn’t say anything, but soon enough we’re at the hospital. My mind is going to fast to think of anything other than Emily. 

“How may I help you sir?” The lady at the nurses counter asked me.

“Emergency. Emily Greene. Where?” I said, dazed not even saying complete sentences. 

“Are you family?” 

“N-Yes! I’m ‘er brother.” 

“Well… She’s just now being checked in.” 

“So?!” 

“Ten minutes sir! Please. Sit.” I do as she says and sit on the plastic seat that’s closest by. The ten minutes that past seem to be the longest of my life. “Mr. Greene?” The nurse calls out and it takes me a minute to recall, that’s who I said I was. 

“Yes? Is she alri’?” 

“You’ll have to talk to the doctor. But you may go in now. Room 348.” I nod to her and rush to the room. 

“Emily!” I exclaim coming into the room, a frightened look is plastered on her face, with tears streaked down it. She’s clutching her stomach in her hands and has IV’s hooked up to her. 

“Paulie..” Emily says with a shaky voice. The doctor comes in with a file in his hand, I grab her own protectively and squeeze it. 

“Miss. Greene, we have your ultrasound results.” He begins. 

“Wait, what? Ultrasound?” I ask confused. I’ve heard that somewhere but I haven no clue. 

“Yes. We ordered one, since she didn’t know if she was pregnant. Yet, Miss. Greene, you have an ectopic pregnancy.” He say, then explains that she’ll need emergency surgery because they think her fallopian tube has started to rupture. I keep my hand on hers as her sobs start up once again. I hold it tight, as she squeeze’s back tighter, I silently let tears drip from my eyes.

“What’s going to happen to the baby?” Emily asked her voice raspy from sobbing. 

“I’m so sorry ma’am. There’s no way to save the baby.” The doctor tells her gently and she starts sobbing even more. What can I do? I can’t help do anything or save her. A feel like someone has thrown a pile of guilt at my face. 

“She’ll still be able to have kids though right?” I ask, making sure my voice doesn’t sound broken. 

“One tube is gone, but her other one is healthy. She’ll be able to conceive without too much trouble.” 

“When will she have surgery?” 

“As fast as the nurse gets here to put her under. I’ll give you two a few minutes to talk.” The doctor says and then leaves. 

“You were pregnant?” I ask, which wasn’t the best thing sending her into more tears. 

“Not anymore.” 

“It’s okay love. It’ll be fine.” 

“Fine for you! I’m not pregnant anymore? You won’t have to worry a little thing about it. But you heard him, my body is beyond messed up!” 

“What’re you saying? If I had known you were pregnant I’d be enthusiastic. But not like this.” 

“So you want a baby Paul McCartney the super rock star wants a kid!” 

“Shhh! Emily, I’d love for you to have my kids. But preferably when we’re married. But no matter the case, I’d love you and our kids.” 

“Or maybe I don’t want kids? I could always do something important in my life.” 

“Emily, calm down. I love you okay and that’s all that matters. I’ll be waiting for you after your surgery.” I tell her, kissing her check and stroking it gently with my thumb. I watch as the nurse puts a needle with what I expect is numbing medicine in her IV. “I’ll be right here waiting ok?” I tell her once more, before she goes completely under. 

“Paul!” George yells as I reach the waiting room. I look over at Donna, with John comforting her. God, I wish I could be in that position and not this one. “Paul! Is she okay?” George asked again, breaking me out of my train of thought. 

“Sh-she’s having an emergency surgery.” I tell him with a gulp. I feel like my throat is closing shut and my guts are twisting in anger and frustration. I should’ve done something, I should’ve known. That’s what I keep repeating in my head, till the words feel numb. 

“Why?” Donna asked, her voice cracking.

“An Ectopic pregnancy.” I tell her

“She was pregnant?!” Donna asked me, her voice full of fear. 

“One month or so. I just can’t believe it.” I tell her and sit down, leaning my head back, letting the tears spill out from my eyes. I can’t believe it. It didn’t even have a chance.

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**Emily’s POV**

I just got out of surgery. I’m glad they put me on this numbing medicine. I can’t feel the sadness, not even the tears that seem to be pouring out non-stop. I’ve been dying to get out of the hospital, everyone comes in with a sad face and soft voice. 

I don’t understand. Why’s everyone telling me that they’re sorry and they feel bad. I should’ve known, I’m the one person at fault here. I should’ve let George take me to the doctor. I hadn’t smoked or drank or do anything wrong with the baby inside of me. Maybe it was bad luck. Or maybe it was a sign that I’m not fit to be a mother, whatever it is, I feel more sick than I had before. 

“Darling, the nurse told me that if everything goes in the right direction; you’ll be able to leave in three days.” Paul tells me, a small sad smile on his face. He makes me feel worst somehow, I should’ve told him what was going on. 

“That’s great. God knows I’m already begging to be back home.” I told him, but who knows where my home is anymore??

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*3 weeks later*

I’m staying at a hotel somewhere in England. The names of places have become jumbled up as we move from place to place. I’ve grown very found of Destiny; she’s a nice girl, very smart and also a little shy, which I find adorable. I try to spend as much time as I can with Paul, but I think it’s going to take a while for both of us to feel the same again. 

I’m resting in a small double bed, it’s early in the morning and I don’t think Paul realizes I’m up. I have a feeling things will be okay, but it all takes time. It’s getting better though, George is with Pattie, John with Donna and Ringo with Destiny. I think I’m going to talk too Paul today. I listen closely as I hear a guitar being strummed. 

“Oh dear, what can I do?

Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue

Tell me, oh what can I do?” Paul says singing and then puts the guitar down, grabbing what I guess is a notebook. Now’s my chance, I think to myself, stretching and acting like I just woke up. 

“Oh, yer up?” Paul asked in a soft tone, still scribbling words down. 

“Yeah… Ay’ wanna go out? We can talk somewhere yeah? Well, I mean we can’t go out and all, but.” 

“Sure, I’ll ah, leave you to get dressed.” Paul tells me and kisses my cheek, heading for the bathroom. I get up and quickly put on some simple clothes, which seem all too baggy on me. 

“Paul?” I ask, knocking on the door lightly. 

“Come in.” Paul responses, and I do so, he’s sitting on the toilet, with the seat and it’s cover down, I close the door and sit with my back to it. “I think we do need to talk.” 

“I know, that’s why I suggested it. Look, I love you and am positively happy to be with you, but this happened and we’ll need to talk about it sooner or later.” 

“Ye don’t want kids, why does it matter?” Paul snaps back, his face looks hurt. 

“Is that why yer mad? I didn’t mean it like that. I meant I want to be married first.” 

“Well then why not?” 

“Wait, what?” I ask quickly. Did he just propose to me?! 

“Um… I-I what would you have done ya know? If you were pregnant and not married?” 

“Keep the kid of course. Love you and him the same.” 

“Him?” 

“Oh… I imagined he would’ve been a boy.” I tell Paul, honestly and shyly, holding onto my stomach. 

“Come ‘ere love.” Paul says and picks me up, bringing me to sit on his lap. “I love you everyway.” He says softly, kissing my body. 

“I love you too.” I told him moaning slightly, my hand running through his hair. 

“Look at you.” Paul says, taking me in once he’s gotten my shirt off. “Yer bones are showin’ and all.” Paul says, concern filling his voice and he rubs his hand over my stomach, I shake my head and pull his lips back up to my own.