Beatles Cops Epilogue
Paul trudged home, beginning to think police work was more than it was worth. It was three months since it had happened, and he still couldn't get over it. Courtney had been a wreck, although she didn't like to admit it.
He walked in the front door of his flat, throwing his briefcase on the table and running his hand through his hair…
"Guess who," a voice said playfully.
"Oh, I dunno, maybe the bird I've been married to for three months?" he said, grinning.
EC giggled as he turned around to face her. Three months ago today, they'd tied the knot, and exactly two years ago Paul had almost lost her. Of course, now he couldn't be happier unless he didn't have to work.
"Lennons are coming over in half an hour," EC said, laughing as Paul groaned, "Oh, stop."
"They're not bringing Julie, are they?"
"Paul. She's one. They can't exactly jus leave her at home."
Paul gave an overdramatic sigh. "Fine, we'll jus have to make do with half an hour," he said, trying to hide a smirk, and failing.
"John!" Courtney called to her husband, having managed to, yet again, get ready to go to the McCartney's before he did.
"Y'know, I think we should jus stay here," he muttered, his hair combed into a halfway orderly fashion for once.
"What, and get all ready to go out for nothing? I got a new dress for this!"
"I like ye better without the dress," he said, smirk across his face.
Courtney sighed at her husband. He could be difficult at times. "Not in front of Julie or the sitter. God knows she already thinks we're weird."
John rolled his eyes. "So ye think they'll actually be decent this time?" he said, remembering the last time they had attempted to go out with their friends.
"Probably not," she chuckled, walking out to say goodbye to her daughter. "Bye, Jules!" she said, the little girl just laughing at her mum.
All was good. Richard Starkey was incarcerated for assault and attempted murder and everyone was together.