Fangirl | Ringo Starr ✅

19

It was only after they were married that Mr and Mrs Starkey realised how little they knew about each other. On the way to the reception, they rode in a car by themselves. Ringo sat against the door, and Mel sat in the seat beside him, cuddled into his chest with his arm around her.

They played a game, taking it in turns to tell the other a fact about themselves. "I've always wanted to go to Paris," Mel told him.

"Well then, my love," Ringo said as he kissed the top of his wife's head, "I shall take you to Paris - and then to the rest of the world." Melissa smiled, and gasped. Still, she could not believe her luck - she was married to Ringo Starr. "I've never had a proper fight."

Melissa wasn't surprised. "You're so gentle, Ritchie," she said in a fond tone of voice, "of course you haven't."

They arrived at the hotel where their wedding reception was being held just a few minutes later. Ringo got out, and Mel followed him, their fingers laced together. The rest of The Beatles were there, Ringo's parents, Max and Sam and Danny, Cynthia and Julian, and Brian Epstein - and nobody else. It would be a quiet reception.

Somehow, by a miracle, no fans or press were at the hotel. Mel could hardly believe it, and she knew that The Beatles couldn't. They mingled with their few wedding guests for a while before Ringo whispered into her ear, "mind if I go off with the lads for a bit, luv?"

"O'course not," Melissa replied, smiling. Ringo kissed her softly.

"You look beautiful today," he told her. Her smile widened. "I love you, Mrs Starkey."

"Not as much as I love you, Mr Starkey." Melissa answered as Ringo kissed her one more time before he hurried off to join the three boys, and Eppy.

Cynthia was beside her, a tired looking Julian in her arms. "Hello, Mrs Starkey!"

Melissa giggled. "Don't shout it, Cyn," she said, "everyone'll hear you!"

"You're Melissa Starkey!" Cynthia yelled out, causing Max (who had been sitting at a table with Sam and Danny) to start chuckling. Melissa blushed, though her heart was beating fast in anticipation. "So..."

"So?" Melissa raised an eyebrow.

"Have you had the talk yet?" Cynthia asked, a cheeky grin on her face as she tried to quieten her crying two-year-old.

"The talk?"

"About children?" Melissa choked on the glass of champagne which had been thrust into her hand as soon as she and Ringo had walked through the doors of the most expensive hotel in Liverpool.

"Jesus, Cyn!" Melissa choked.

"Oh come on, Mel," Cyn replied, "you must want kids."

"Of course I do," Melissa answered, "but don't you think it's a little soon?" She paused, "Ritch and me have been married for about an hour."

"You've never had sex with him," Cynthia pointed out, "I think you need to take the next step - and like you said, you're married now - what better time than the present?"

"So what?" Mel asked, "you think I should just waltz up to him and tell him that I want children?"

Cynthia Lennon nodded, moving Julian to her other hip. "Precisely - the worst that is going to happen is that he will tell you to wait until later."

"Oh come on, Cynthia," the bride said, "you and I both know that it is a bad idea."

Cynthia smirked. "I dare you."

"I'm not a child, Cynthia Lennon," she chided, "you can't just dare me to do things -"

"There he is right now," Cynthia gestured to the right of them. Sure enough, Ringo was outside, despite the pouring rain which had not been noticed by Melissa until that moment. John, George and Paul were beside him, and the three of them had cigarettes perched in the corners of their mouths, and smiles on their faces. Lord knows how their cigarettes had not been extinguished yet. "Go on!"

Melissa sighed and strode off towards the door, unsure of why she was doing this, but knowing that even if he turned her down at that moment in time, her husband would know that she was ready to go all the way with him.

"'ere she is!" Ringo exclaimed as soon as his beautiful bride stepped out of the reception hall, the double doors being pushed open by herself. "Wha's up, luv? Yer going to get yer dressed all ruined in this rain -" Melissa took his arm and pulled him aside. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly and in a concerned tone of voice, looking into her brown eyes.

"I'm just grand, Husband," she replied, "but I thought we should continue with our game."

"Err..." Ringo trailed off, confused. "Right..."

Mel smirked. "Great."

"You first, then."

"I want children." Ringo looked at her in surprise, straight to the point, he thought as he noticed (not for the first time) just how beautiful his Melissa was.

"Well tha's alright then, luv, 'cause I do, too -"

"No," she interrupted, "I mean that I want them now."

"Reckon they take a bit of time to come - oh." He caught onto the idea and a smirk spread across his face. Ringo ignored the whistling of the other Beatles as he put an arm around his wife's waist and led her inside, towards the honeymoon suite that Eppy had booked out for them for that night.