Fangirl | Ringo Starr ✅

16

"Hey, Ritch." Melissa greeted Ringo, leaning through the driver's window when he arrived to pick them up in The Beatles' car later that evening.

"Hey," he replied, kissing her lips softly. "You gonna ride shotgun?"

She grinned. She was never allowed to ride shotgun! For starters, the Marx family didn't own a car - and if they had, their mother would have let Max ride shotgun since he was the oldest boy. Mel rushed to the passenger seat and then leaned in to kiss Ringo again, allowing the kiss to deepen until Cynthia cleared her throat from the backseat.

"Sorry to interrupt," she teased, "but there are young eyes here, y'know?" She gestured with a wave of her hand to Julian - who seemed perfectly content playing with a toy that Cynthia had bought him earlier that day.

"Right, right." Ringo chuckled. "Come 'ead then, ladies," he paused, "and Jules." Ringo started the car and they began to drive back to the flat.

They arrived at the flat. "I cleared a drawer out for you," Ringo said, "so you can go and put your clothes away - there's space in the wardrobe, too." Mel got out of the car and went to the car boot, getting her bags out - making sure that the lingerie that Cynthia had chosen for her was hidden.

She dashed into the house and Ringo turned to Cynthia, who was still sitting in the car, though she now had Julian in her arms. "I need yer 'elp."

"I'd help you with anything, Ringo," Cynthia answered, "you know that."

"I don't know if yer'll 'elp me with this." He paused, and Cynthia waited for his proposal. "I want to ask her to be my wife." Cynthia squealed. "And I need your 'elp because John goaded me into it, and he's going ter ask 'er 'bout it - I 'ave to do it by the time we go to sleep tonight." He paused, "and I also don't know 'ow to do it."

"I can keep John quiet," Cynthia promised, "and I think you should be casual about it - maybe when you're in bed later, just slip the ring onto her finger and smile at her. Say something like, 'Melissa Starkey is a lovely name, isn't it?', and then see what she says."

* * * * *

Ringo's heart was racing inside his chest - he was so nervous about proposing to Melissa, and even more nervous about what her answer would be.

Their hands were entwined under the duvet, and she was sitting between his legs as they talked, kissing every so often. Taking a deep breath, Ringo slipped one hand under the pillows behind him and brought the ring out, unboxed. He brought her hand out and slipped the ring onto it. Melissa gasped. It was a beautiful ring; and it had cost Ringo more than he had ever spent on anything in his entire life.

"Melissa Starkey is a lovely name, isn't it?" He asked, managing to sound somewhat casual about it.

In reply, Melissa squealed and kissed him passionately. She threw the covers back and jumped out of the bed, hurrying out into the hall.

She reached John's door and pounded on it, squealing out "Cyn! Cynthia!"

After a few moments, a tired looking John answered it - wearing only his underwear. "What?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and managing to look tough whilst doing it. Ringo had caught up to his beautiful bride-to-be, and was now standing behind her.

"Is Cynthia here?!"
"She's asleep -" John was cut off as Mel pushed past him and ran over to his and Cynthia's bed, jumping onto the bed and then throwing herself onto Cynthia's body.

Cynthia gasped and sat bolt upright. "Ow! What -?"

In reply, Mel held out her hand to Cyn. Cynthia grabbed her hand and stared at the ring - her engagement ring hadn't been that nice.

"Ringo and I are engaged!"

"Wow," she continued to stare at the small rock on her friend's finger, "it's beautiful - I bet he paid loads for it - congratulations!" She threw her arms around Melissa. "You're officially part of The Beatles family, now!"

In reply, Melissa squealed, "I'm going to be Mrs Starkey!"
"You're going to be on get-Jules-back-to-sleep duty if you're not quiet." John told her, still standing at the door, Ringo beside him with a large grin on his face.
"Oops!" Melissa giggled, "sorry!"

Cynthia laughed. "See you tomorrow, Mrs Starkey."

Melissa clambered off of the bed and hurried to Ringo, grabbing his hand and dragging him back to their room. He couldn't help but grin - he was going to marry the girl of his dreams.

They got back into their bed, Melissa between Ringo's legs again and her back against his chest. "Do you love it?" Ringo asked, gesturing to the ring.

She nodded, turning and kissing him again. "It's beautiful, Ritchie! You must have spent a fortune on it - I'm so lucky to be with you -"

"Not as lucky as I am, my love," Ringo replied. "You're truly perfect." Melissa blushed.

"When are we getting married?" She asked him.

"When do you want to get married?" Ringo asked her.
"As soon as possible."

"How about the day after tomorrow?" She looked at him in surprise - he couldn't be serious... could he?

"Really!?"
He nodded, kneading the back of her hand with his thumb. "If you'd like - I can't wait to be your husband."

"In two days," Melissa said, "I'll be Mrs Starkey, and you'll be my husband."

Ringo pressed his lips against hers softly. "Those two days cannot go fast enough."

Melissa agreed.