Debbie Doll | Ringo Starr ✅

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"Good morning, my love." Ritchie breathed as he softly kissed me awake. I smiled. We had been living in our flat for six days, and it had been blissful - but George was moving in with us today - Brian had promised that it would be for as short a time as possible, so we didn't mind too much.

"Good morning, my love." I replied, "did you sleep okay?"

He nodded. "Do you want some breakfast?" I frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"I'm not hungry." I furrowed my eyebrows, "I'm always hungry first thing in the morning."

He shrugged, "maybe you're still full from last night." Ritchie smirked, knowing full well that the only thing I had ingested yesterday evening was his sweet release when he had cum in my mouth.

"I don't know." I got out of bed, pulling on yesterday's underwear from the floor to cross the room and grab the clothes that I was planning to wear that day, "I feel odd. Like I've got a stomach ache, but I don't feel ill at all. Y'know?" I looked back at him to see if he was nodding.

Ritchie was shaking his head.

"No, Deb. Are you alright?"

I didn't know, but I didn't want to worry him. "I'm fine." I tried to sound as confident as possible so he wouldn't question it any further. "No breakfast, thanks." He nodded and got out of bed, pulling on the underwear that he had been wearing the previous day and going into the kitchen to fix himself some food.

I went into the bathroom and stripped down, jumping straight into the shower.

I stood under the hot spray of water for several minutes, just taking the time to wake up properly and engage myself. I thought about everything that I had to do that day - which, other than getting the spare room ready for George and making dinner for all of us - was nothing.

I had no hobbies, I had no job, I had no friends in the city at the moment and I didn't know the area so I didn't want to venture out.

I would never tell Ritchie, but I actually missed Liverpool. Yes, I loved London because of how different it was compared to back home, but I missed the familiarity of the Liver Building on the shore of the Mersey, the buzz of the road outside of Micky and John's flat, and even the smog which always seemed thickest in the mornings.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Yeah?" I called, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the water.

"I made you a cuppa - do you want me to bring it in?" It was Ritchie, of course.

He was so sweet, but I felt so irritable at the moment that I snapped at him, which I felt awful for as soon as I had done it, "I'm in the shower! Can't I have five minutes of peace!?"

I heard him shuffling away.

I started to cry.

Why had I spoken to him like that? Now I had made him feel as bad as I did.

I sighed and turned off the water, getting out of the shower and wrapping a fluffy towel around my body. I tied it and then brushed my teeth before I got dressed and left the bathroom.

Ritchie was sitting on the settee with his hands wrapped around a mug of tea. He didn't look up at me when I came in. I felt terrible, my heart sunk even further in my chest when I approached him and saw tear marks down his cheeks. I was a terrible person for making my husband cry.

"I'm sorry, Ritch," I said softly as I sat down beside him, gingerly reaching out and taking one of his hands in mine, "I shouldn't have said that. I just feel quite stressed today, and I guess it's rubbing off..."

"Are you stressed because George is moving in with us?" Ritchie asked, looking up at me now, his usually bright blue eyes seemed dimmed with sadness. "Because if it's a problem, I'm sure John and Cynthia wouldn't mind if he stayed with -"

"It's not about George." I stated simply. I looked at him quickly, worrying that my sharp response would offend him again. "And you haven't done anything wrong. I don't know what it is, I just... feel weird. I'm hungry, but the very thought of food - even drinking - makes me feel sick."

Ritchie furrowed his eyebrows, thinking for a few seconds before he brought my hand up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles and then rested both of our hands in his lap. "Do you want to see a doctor?"

I shook my head, "it's only this morning. It might even be gone by the end of the day, you never know. I'll wait it out."

He nodded, "okay, well if you change your mind..."

"I'll let you know." I promised.