I'm sorry this took so long to update, I've been busy with life! Here's to catch you up on my life:
-Next month I am going to a college three states away from mine for Wildlife Biology (like y'all care)
-Last month, three days before my birthday and Paul's (Happy Birthday, Paulie!) me and my friend, Lovely Rita Harrison, if you've seen our/her writing, we went to see Ringo and His All Star Band in concert! WOOHOO. I don't mean to brag, but. . . yes, I mean to brag. I SAW RINGO IN CONCERT!
Not much else to say, except that this chapter was a bitch to finish. Nothing would copy or type and Google told me the file didn't exist when I had three measly paragraphs to go. Finally, I downloaded it as a different file! Now we're here! Enjoy the chapter, guys!
The room was filled with people. Each room was filled with them celebrating the Beatles' accomplishment and it was so crowded that wherever I walked, my massive abdomen bumped the opposite person's front side. The party was in the house that Brian had bought John and me just five months ago. Today. This month the boys had accomplished getting a few number ones and their second album, With the Beatles, was released. It had been a long and unbelievable journey but we all wondered how long it would last. Especially with such rowdy fans.
My pregnancy was much more noticeable so my marriage and my imminent baby arrival was officially out in the open to the public. It was an endless struggle for John and me since fans were not happy with either of us. They questioned constantly who could secretly be married and have children besides John. Plus, the fans chased the boys everywhere and even tried to kill me a few times. I thanked God every night they did not know about George and me.
I walked through the opening to the next room with the drink tray in my hands. I was looking for the four boys who had gone to find privacy while I got them drinks and went to the bathroom. I've been going pee a lot lately. I guess it's because of the whole baby pushing on bladder thing. Makes sense.
"Maria! We're in here!"
I turned to my left to see Ringo waving to me. He was sitting beside George on the couch while John was in one chair and Paul was in the other. They always did something like this to me. Each one of them would take up a seat and I would be forced to sit with John, either on his lap or at his feet. I was being pushed towards him, like I don't spend enough time with him already.
"Where can I sit?" I placed the beers down on the table and each Beatle took the one they desired.
"You can sit on my lap, love" John patted his leg just as I had predicted. I strode over to his chair and sat down on his left leg with my arm around his neck. I was facing Paul when John put one arm around my back and the other in front of my tummy. They always commented how large I was becoming. I knew it bothered John but there was no way to help it until the baby comes out.
"Some party" George commented. I looked into his brown eyes for a split second before he quickly looked away. He was embarrassed and clearly jealous that I was sitting on my husband's lap instead of his own.
"I'm glad we finally found some privacy" Ringo took a swig of his drink while staring at the wall behind Paul.
"It was so crowded my belly kept bumping everyone" I giggled at my words and heard George chuckle. Everyone else ignored me.
"I saw a bird giving you the eyes, George" I put my hand around John's to pretend I wasn't listening.
"Oh?" George sounded interested but I saw through his facade. I could hear the disguise. He wouldn't love some whore at this party because he loves me. He tells me every night that he wishes we could be together forever. Too bad John is in our way. The baby in my body kicks the most when me and George are together. Sure, he/she kicks when I sleep in the same bed as John but its not the same around him.
"Flowing blonde hair up on her head and a dress that just goes over her breasts" Paul closed his eyes and licked his lips. He seemed more interested in her than George did. "Perfect match for you but of course, if you don't want her, I'll gladly take her off your hands!"
I bit my bottom lip. "Don't you have a girlfriend, Paulie?" John glared at me to shut up.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her, Maria" he winked at me and took another sip of his drink. I stood up from my seat on John without letting go of his hand.
"I'm going to get some food, does anyone want to come with me?" I looked to my husband, it would seem strange if I didn't ask him. He waved his other hand without speaking.
"I'll come with you" I heard from behind me. It was George, of course. "I'm pretty hungry" he smiled.
"You're always hungry" Ringo commented.
"True" the guitarist laughed. I followed him out of the room and into the dining room where the caterer had set up the food. There were cakes, meats, breads, and even vegetables set up along the long table. I followed my secret lover along the table, taking at least one thing from each platter. I took double of what he took. "I thought you didn't like carrot cake."
"I don't" I placed another piece of carrot cake on my second plate, "but the baby does." George smiled from my peripheral.
"Just like me. He eats anything he sees" he whispered the words just loud enough for me to make out, then laughed for added effect.
"You don't know it's a boy" He led us away from the crowd and away from where we were sitting with everyone else. He was heading towards the bedroom.
"Like I said before, I don't know. I guess I'm just being general" I nodded my head and sat on mine and John's bed with my two plates next to each other.
"So," I drew out the word while inspecting the piece of bread I had picked up, "you really have no interest in that girl in there?"
"No, I think you're much prettier" George smiled devilishly, "And sexy," His hand inched closer to my leg, something about being in the bedroom turns him on.
"O-oh?" My whole face and neck blushed as George brought his face just inches from mine.
"And I love a girl with an appetite" he put his lips to mine but I turned away, making it only a brief peck.
"George" I sighed and stared at our plates that were next to each other.
"What's wrong?" He was confused and lost.
"There are just too many people." I picked up my plates, realizing I had lost my appetite.
"Oh, I understand." We were both quiet for a moment before he said, "Was it something I did?"
"No, of course not!" I placed my hand on his cheek and traced it down to his shoulders. "I'm just afraid because we've been so careless lately" recently we had had sex after one of the shows in a closet between John and George's dressing room. John told me later that he had heard George with girl, was proud of him but had no idea who she was, "and John is only a few rooms away."
"That didn't stop us before" referring back to the closet.
"But plenty of people saw us come in here" George sighed and put his forehead against mine. "I just don't want to get caught."
"You're right" his hand came up to my cheek and his lips gently kissed mine. "I love you."
"I love you too." we both whispered the phrase then stood up from the bed and exited the bedroom. We walked in opposite directions in the hallway, he went to his friends and I went to be alone.
I rested my back against the wall and watched the people walk by me. They were looking for John, wondering where he had gone. I mentally told them to be patient, he would come out soon, looking for attention. I had been standing there for a while before I was approached.
"What are you doing out here?" my spine tingled at the sound of anyone's voice. It was not helping that I was thinking of George.
"Oh, Paul," his droopy eyes locked on mine. They looked hazy and drunk. He was drunk. "I didn't see you there."
"That's cause I'm sneaky" he took a step towards me while I laughed at his ridiculousness. He bumped into the wall in a relaxed fashion next to me. He held out his hand holding a drink.
"No thanks."
"Suit yourself." He took a swig of his drink. "How does it feel? Being pregnant and all?"
"It feels like a black hole in my stomach. Every time I eat, I need more." I laughed at my joke and he smiled.
"Sounds like George" I laughed a little harder and he ended up closer to me. "I love your laugh."
"I love your. . . Ears?" He laughed at me then put his lips to my ear.
"No, I love your lips" the soft touch and wetness of his mouth on my neck sent my shivers down my spine.
"Paul. . ." His hand lay flat on my stomach as he wrenched his tongue down my throat. His lips opened slightly as an attempt of inviting my own tongue inside. I pushed my arms against his chest but he pulled me closer by my back.
"Maria" he breathed, "I'm so hard and your breasts are so big" his hand squeezed my left outer boob and he ran his thumb over my nipple.
"Paul, stop!" I pushed his hands and body away from me, "I'm married! Stay away from me!"
I ran away from the bassist and into my bedroom bathroom. I sat on the toilet and let the tears run down my cheeks. What have I done? I've jeopardized the friendship of the band. But as I thought of my mistake further, the more I realized how beneficial this could be for George. Could this small mistake keep John from finding out about my little affair?
How was that? Did you enjoy it? Did it make you mad? I'm sorry about that! No hard feelings? Great! What will happen when Paul talks to John? Will he spill the beans? And will George and Maria's secret be revealed? Find out in the next chapter! Fuel my power of writing by reviewing! Thanks, readers!