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George's POV

"Are you having a fun night Mrs. Harrison?" I whispered leaning into Mandy's ear. I could hear her giggle lovingly. I squeezed her hand tenderly that was lying on my knee under the table. Mandy and I were seated alone, at the bride and groom table décor. The table was full of red and white roses, while a soft gold and white table cloth lay under it. The long table was on a medium sized stage, facing the direction of all of our guests. Everyone was currently eating, so their eyes weren't on us.

She turned her head gently with a smile, "Best night of my life." Her voice sent a sensation through my stomach- a good one. Just hearing Mandy's voice made my body melt.

"I love you so much." I looked into her beautiful eyes.

Mandy placed her hand on my cheek and whispered, "That makes two of us."

I chuckled as I closed my eyes and kissed her tenderly.

As I pulled back she looked away, but I continued to stare at her flawless face; she was mesmerizing. Her skin glowed brightly, and her silky auburn hair flowed down her shoulders and over her chest.

She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I married her.

"What?" Mandy turned to me with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm just so happy." I said quietly with a grin. Mandy made my life better. She made up for the long weeks without seeing each other, and the long nights where me and the mates wouldn't get any rest. She could bring me out of anger or sadness by flashing even the smallest smile.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she choked out, "I love you so much, I really do George. All my life… I never even thought I would find someone who… completes me like you do… Not even words can describe how much I love you." I felt like grabbing her face and kissing her for hours, but we did have a lot of guests in the room and a couple of children so I knew I couldn't. So I said the first thing that popped in my mind.

"Then I guess I'll have to wait until the honeymoon." I grinned widely.

She laughed and sniffled, "Only you, only you."

We laughed together for a moment as I wrapped my arm around her small shoulders.

"Speaking of honeymoon…" Mandy turned suspiciously towards me. "Where are we going?"

I widened my eyes and raised my eyebrows with a smile. "It's a surprise."

"George." She said cautiously. "You know I don't respond that well to surprises, remember what happened last time you tried surprising me?"

"Very well." I closed my eyes and nodded my head.

"I accidently broke your nose, that's what happened!" Mandy tried to get to a point. "You had to go to the hospital and everything, so you might as well tell me now…"

I laughed, "Yer' not going to trick me, and I'm not going to be jumping out and surprising you either so you don't have to worry."

"Okay." She sighed with a smile. After a couple of minutes, I looked over to Mandy taking in her expression. It was very focused and it made me curious.

I smiled at how adorable she looked. "What're ye' thinking?" It looked like she was hesitant.

"Do you ever… want to… have kids?" Mandy looked down, and after a couple of seconds she looked at me.

"Absolutely." Mandy's words had warmed my heart. I loved the thought of having children, and I loved it even more thinking how she would be the mother of them.

"You do?" Her concerned face turned into happiness.

I grinned and nodded my head in reply. "I actually… I already sort of picked out my favorite names…" I looked around nervously, I didn't want to freak her out.

"Well tell me." She turned her body towards me eagerly excited.

"Well I was thinking if it was a girl… Isabella." I looked at her.

Mandy smiled at me with approval. "And if it's a boy?"

"Dhani or Benjamin." I said softly. Her facial expression changed, and I couldn't read it making me nervous. "Do you like it?"

She looked around before flashing me a huge grin. "I love them."

"Really?" I asked. "Dhani's not too weird?"

"No." She shook her head with a smile. "It's unique… and perfect. I like them, I really do George, its great."

I placed my hand on her cheek and kissed her passionately.

"Dhani, Benjamin, and Isabella." She said happily looking into my eyes.

I sighed with a smile at the thought of our family.

Emma's POV

I tried not to look, but I couldn't. Every time I turned my head to look at something else, I always came back to Paul.

"What's wrong with you?" Payton asked distracting me. I turned to my right to see Payton's brown eyes looking up at me as her light brown curly hair framed her face. When her hair was straight it only reached a little bit longer than her chest, but she had curled it for the evening so it had gotten shorter.

"Nothing." I laughed. "And rude." Payton smiled at me but I knew the questions weren't over.

"Is it a boy?" Her eyes were wide with curiosity.

"No." I raised my eyebrows. Yes.

"Come on Aunt Emma, please tell me?" Payton gave me puppy dog eyes.

I patted her head. "Maybe when you're a little older."

"Why does everyone always say that?" She mumbled to herself making me laugh. "I still can't believe The Beatles are here!"

"You're a fan?" I smiled. That was a stupid question of course she was, who wasn't? I knew I was.

"Only the biggest!" She almost yelled.

"Who's your favorite?" I was amused at how energized she would get when we talked about them.

"Paul." Payton swooned. "Wait he's right there… DO YOU THINK I COULD TALK TO HIM?"

"I don't see why not." I laughed shrugging my shoulders, I just wished I could just hear his laugh or voice again. Out of nowhere, Payton quickly got up and worked her way to Paul's table. I knew she was going to have a rough time with security, but I wanted to see her get herself out of it. She was very creative.

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Payton's POV

As soon as I heard the words of assurance I sprung up from my chair and raced over to the one and only… BEATLES! I would have to thank Aunt Emma for knowing them later. I walked up to their table but suddenly I was stopped by a very big man in a black suit. He stretched his large arm out in front of me like a gate as he stared down at me with his bald head and black eyes.

"Excuse me, you're allowed over here." The man said gently but firmly.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I'm sorry you're just not allowed." He said. I could tell he was the security guard of The Beatles.

"Okay…" I pretended to be sad. "Hey what's that?" The man turned his head and in the same moment I ducked under his arm and ran to Paul, John, and Ringo. I was almost there when I was scooped up suddenly.

"Hey let me down! Let me down! Paul help me!" I tried to get their attention. I wasn't yelling yet because I didn't want to cause a scene but, I would if I had to. I mean… IT'S THE BEATLES FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

"Henry let her down it's okay." Paul laughed from the table. I think I just swooned.

"Are you sure Mr. McCartney?" 'Henry' asked.

"Are you sure Mr. McCartney?" John mimicked.

Paul laughed again. "Yes." Henry let me down.

"You better watch it." I gave him a look as he walked away. I composed myself before I looked over to… I can't believe I'm saying it, but ¾ of The Beatles.

"Come here sweetums." Paul patted an empty seat in between John and him.

I pointed at myself in shock. "Me?" Paul nodded. I quickly walked over to them and sat down. I suddenly realized I was sitting in between Paul McCartney and John Lennon and Ringo Starr was 2 seats away from me. No freaking way.

"So love are you getting married?" Paul smiled at me. "What's your name?"

I smiled widely. "No, and I'm Payton." Pull it together idiot!

"Oh, Payton like the bridge?" John asked. I looked over to him as he took off his sunglasses.

I cocked my head to the side. "What bridge?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Payton is a beautiful name." I turned to Paul as he smiled at me. Is this really happening? Someone pinch me.

"Are you those nutso fans?" John looked at me seriously.

My stomach instantly dropped but I still managed to look normal. I heard about this type of John Lennon and I wasn't going to let his visage fool me. I said sarcastically, "You mean the fans that love you too much? Those ones?"

He squinted his tiny eyes at me, "Ye' can put it that way."

"Then yes." I shrugged with a slight smile.

"Yer' not treating me like a rock star." He pointed out.

I laughed, "I like you, but I'm not going to kiss up to you."

After a few seconds John looked past my shoulder to Paul. "I like this girl."

This girl likes you. I smirked to myself.

"Are you here alone?" Paul looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes. "Hello?"

"Oh, n-no." I stuttered. "I'm here with my family, my aunts like her best friend."

Paul turned facing me. "Best friend? Yer' aunt is Emma Parker?"

"Mmmh." I nodded my head. Goodness gracious he was more handsome in person! "You know her?"

"Will you look at this? Family reunion." John said casually.

I turned to him with eyebrows raised. "Family reunion?" Looking at John made me just want to poke him, this all seemed like a dream.

"John." Paul said weirdly. It seemed like there was something they were keeping from me. I wanted to ask about it, but I knew I wouldn't have enough courage to.

"What? It's not my fault you dated her Auntie." John's words shocked me heavily. WHAT?

I turned to Paul and tried to keep my cool. "You dated my Aunt?"

Paul's mouth was dropped. "Errr-"

"Like dated, as in kissed?" I asked quickly.

"Um yeh'." He said nervously.

"Okay." I looked around. I sat there for a couple of seconds awkwardly. "I'm going to go now, it was really nice meeting you all."

I was about to get up when Paul stopped me.

He placed his arm on mine making me burst with happiness. He looked up at me his big cute puppy eyes. "If you don't mind please don't tell Emma this, it would really mean a lot to me if you did."

"Okay." I smiled contently. "I promise."

He smiled back, "Thanks love." Paul stood up from his chair making me realize how tall he was and gently kissed me on my cheek. I could literally feel butterflies fly through my stomach.

"Tell Emma I said hi." Ringo called out of nowhere.

"Oh yeh' me too." John added. I turned around and they were both grinning cheekily. "Yer' a stubborn little shit, but I like ye'."

"John!" Paul said in outrage. Honestly I didn't really care that he just cursed.

"I'm a shit? Really?" I pointed at myself in shock making the boys chuckle. "If I had to be called a shit, I'm glad you were the one to call me it." I smiled at them before I turned around.

I was shaking as I worked my way back to my table and sat down.

"How'd it go?" Aunt Emma asked taking a sip of her water.

I breathed, "Good."

"What'd you guys talk about?" She asked interestingly.

I smirked evilly, "Stuff I can't tell you."

I turned my head to her and she raised an eyebrow. "What stuff?"

"Did you not just hear me?" I asked sarcastically. "Stuff I can't tell you about."

"Oh just tell me." Aunt Emma said.

"No way." I shook my head. "I just promised a Beatle, a freaking Beatle that I wouldn't tell anybody. We have a secret between us, like a bond holding us together." I said dramatically.

I wanted Aunt Emma to spill her guts and explain, so I had to get out of this.

"Hey mom." I called two seats away from me. She turned to me with a smile. "Did you know Aunt Emma dated Paul McCartney? Paul McCartney! That picture's going in the scrapbook." I mean… I didn't tell Aunt Emma, I told my mom. By the look on everyone's faces I could tell they already knew.

I could see Aunt Emma's head snap to me in my peripheral vision.

"How did you…" I turned to her. She got it immediately and sighed, "John."

I gave her an assuring smile.

"Listen Payton, you can't tell anybody." She shook her head in nervousness.

I pursed my lips. "When you say anybody, does that count my best friend…?"

"Anybody." She whispered. The way her face looked made me feel kind of bad, so I had to give in.

"Fine, I won't." I sighed. "But, why would you want to keep that a secret? I mean you dated a Beatle!"

"Yeah I know." Aunt Emma smiled slightly but then turned serious. "But since Paul is a Beatle, things are crazy. The media will eat this up happily, and it will turn into something bigger than it even is. I don't want something that happened years ago being talked about."

I understood completely. "You don't have to tell me, I know." I couldn't even picture how much this would blow up in the newspapers and magazines. I knew Aunt Emma's life would be absolute hell if the press found out about it, and I knew it was my job that they didn't.

"Thank you." She said with a breath of relief.

I suddenly perked up. "So you kissed him right? Like kissed?"

"Yeah I did." Aunt Emma laughed.

"So what do his lips feel like?" I smiled.

She stared at me with amusement. "They're soft, I'll let you be creative with that."

Okay so let's break it down…

My Aunt dated a Beatle.

I talked to three Beatles and they all smiled at me.

One of them kissed me on the cheek, and his lips are soft with direct contact from what I hear.

And one called me a stubborn shit, BUT he likes me.

My life is now complete.

Mandy's POV

I walked up to the bright stage and towards the microphone. It was time to say the speech I had prepared.

"Hello everyone, I'm glad you all could make it." I smiled at the crowd before me, and then began my speech. "I never thought I would ever find a man that makes me truly happy… that changed when I met George. George, I am so happy we found each other. Words can't describe how much you mean to me. I feel as if no one's around when I'm with you. I can be in the gloomiest mood, and just seeing you is enough to pull me out of it. I love you so much George, and I look forward to the happy life we will share together. I also want to thank everyone who helped put this beautiful wedding together. I want to thank the decorators, caters, and my family and friends. I also want to thank my best friend, Emma."

I smiled at her name and then went on.

"Em, we've been best friends since we were little girls. We went through our doll, boys, and makeup stages together; but you've always been by my side through it all. Without you, I probably would have never met George. I love you so much Emma… Everyone have a great night!"

Emma's POV

John, Paul, and Ringo trotted up the steps that led to the small stage where George and Mandy were seated. They all stood in front of the microphone with big grins.

"Well where do we begin…" John made a face making the crowd laugh.

"George I remember meeting you on the bus to school." Paul smiled lightly looking at George. "And now… you're married. I remember the day after you met Mandy, you were totally loony about her. You talked about her 24 hours and 7 days a week. From that moment on I knew she was going to be yours forever. Congratulations mate, I wish you a lifelong marriage of happiness. Love you George." Everyone clapped and Paul stepped to the side with a smile.

"Hello…" Ringo said awkwardly walking up the mic making everyone laugh. "Well since I'm the 2nd quiet Beatle I don't have to say much." He smiled cheekily. "Just kidding! George I am so happy that you found the bird you will be spending the rest of your life with. I knew you were in love with her when I realized you gave her a phone call after every concert and when you weren't calling her you were telling us about her and why you loved her. I'm so happy for both of you." Ringo nodded. The crowd proceeded to clap.

John was left at the microphone alone. "Well Georgie… you made it!" The crowd laughed. "No George, in all seriousness I'm truly happy for you, and Mandy… Good luck." And with that they were all shoving each other down the stage like children. The audience clapped and smiled as they finished.

Once everything was finished it was time to wave George and Mandy off for their honey moon. As they walked out of the church they were bombarded with white flowers. At the end of the passage way they kissed each other and waved goodbye. They jumped into George's car and drove off into the distance with a 'Just Married' sign on the back window. Once they were gone everyone proceeded to go back inside and clear out. I didn't have to stay and clean up but I chose to anyways, I figured it would make the time pass and it would get my mind off of things.

"Ey' Em, do you know where Paul is?" Ringo walked up with John. "We can't find him anywhere."

"Um no I haven't seen him." I looked up from the pile of decorations.

"Wait, is.. Is that him? Over there?" John looked past me with unsure eyes. I swiftly turned around to see Paul staring at a wall, his face was at least 3 inches away from it.

"What the hell." Ringo rushed over. I slowly followed them not sure what to do. Once we reached him we were all kind of confused. "Paul, what're you doin?"

"This is such a beautiful wall." He rubbed the white wall. "Loooook at da pony."

"You're drunk." John stated plainly.

"No not at all!" Paul slurred as he turned around. "I bwas jus' thirsty." I'm kind of glad Paul hadn't really take recognition of me in his drunken haze, I couldn't face him I felt like I never could.

"Well you can't drive." Ringo informed him. "What are we going to do with him?"

"Why sooow serious?" Paul slurred quickly. "Jus' look at the pony, it'll make everything betta."

"Paul there's no damn pony." John said.

"Whaaaa?" Paul squinted his eyes. "Yesh there is. Look! Come close." Paul urged us to look at the plain wall. We didn't at first but we soon found ourselves staring as Paul focused. "Do you shee it?"

"No." Ringo and John said together.

"You're not looking hard enough!" Paul pointed at an empty spot. We all began to lean in more before Paul whispered. "It's incredible, isn't it?"

"Okay, that's enough we're taking you home." Ringo sprung back from the wall. "Who's taking him?"

"You can't take him?" John asked Ringo.

"Take me where? The circus?" Paul began to wiggle excitingly. "Circus time! But wait… no clowns!"

"No Paul no circus." John said annoyingly. "So you can't take him?"

Ringo's POV

I watched as Paul jiggled up and down like a child.

"No Paul no circus." John turned to Paul annoyingly. "So you can't take him?"

"Nope." I lied. "Mo wants it to be her and I, no one else and I don't think a hammered Paul will make her happy."

"Well I can't take him." John said. "I mean just look at him." We all turned to Paul as he stared at us with wide eyes.

"What are you shtaring at?" He asked slurring. "Do I look fat in this suit?" He began to check himself out as he sucked his stomach in.

This might be my only chance. "Ey' Em… what about you take him?" I lied about Mo wanting it to be just her and me because I had to do something about Emma and Paul. They loved each other to much to decide one day they'll stop everything they ever felt. Paul was miserable without her and everyone could see that, he moped around for months before he actually ended up talking in complete sentences. And I know it's not my business to get into their lives but I can't just stand around and do nothing, it wouldn't be right. And wh cares if Emma has Ethan, I know she doesn't feel for him what she felt for Paul. If Emma took Paul home then maybe in the morning he'll be sober and they can actually talk about everything that happened between them.

"Why can't you take him to his house?" She asked slowly.

"He's drunk, he'll get himself killed looking for a circus for all we know." I said plainly. "Can you take him to yours?"

"Umm… I don't think that's such a good idea." Emma shook her head slightly. "I mean my family is staying at my house for a couple of days."

"Please?" I begged. "He won't be a problem at all, I promise. I'll be at your place before he even awakes. Whadya' say?"

"Ringo…" She trailed off.

"I promise it won't be a problem. Like I said, I'll be there in the morning to take him to his flat." I assured.

She thought about it for a moment. "Fine."

After moments of struggling Paul finally had gotten into the car thinking it was a carriage ride to the circus. Once he was safely in the car I had told Emma to call me if she had any problems and then she was off. I kept hoping that Paul and Emma could work out it out, I hated seeing them apart and I know I had to do something.

"What are you up to Starkey?" John questioned next to me.

"Oh nothing, nothing at all." I turned around and went back inside.

I know, kind of a big chapter but I wanted to fit everything in so I can get along w/ the rest of the story. You guys did say you wanted George & Mandy's view on it so you're welcome haha.

Isn't Ringo such a rascllyy fella'? So what do you think is going to happen when Paul sobers up? And how do you think Emma and Paul will both react? Please tell me what you think in a review!

I hope you guys liked it! Have a great day(:

Peace&Love.

P.S This is really silly but… I was watching Shrek the third today (I know), but during the funeral scene of the frog which is the king guess what music is playing? Live and Let Die by PaulMcCartney & Wings! Isn't that so cool? I just had to say it(:

Oh and would you guys like to see the Honeymoon of George & Mandy? It's not going to be anything intense, just finding out where the honeymoon is and loviness…(: If I get enough reviews saying you do, then I'll add it in for next chapter. Keep that in mind when reviewing!