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Chapter 15: After the Storm

«𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺?
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘬»

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The promise to meet each other in a few days was still on, although it was until Wednesday their respective schedules allowed it. But still, George managed to give her a ring every night to wish "Good Night" when he returned from the studio or his commitments as a Beatle.

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Rebecca kept waiting for George sitting at park in some area that wasn't so crowded. She knew he would probably go in disguise, so she expected any kind of surprise. He was late, way too late, but she didn't care about this. She was enjoying the little bit of sun that had appeared over London unexpectedly, it was the first day slightly warm since she arrived there.

The sunlight and the smell of freshly mowed grass made it pleasant. She was enjoying it when the image of a visibly upset man passed in front of her. He was somewhat disguised, but you could recognize him anyways by his deep blue eyes.

"Hey, Ritchie, whatcha doin' here?" she raised her voice to get his attention.

Ringo turned in all directions until he found who was calling him with much familiarity.

"Vera!? Alright, love? I haven't seen ye in ages," He backed up his steps to take a seat next to Becca.

"I know, it's been a while," she agreed with a giggle. She watched him for a moment, he looked worried, moving his legs nervously and smoking desperately. "Hey, everything cool? Alright?" she asked concerned.

"Huh?" the man was absorbed in his own thoughts; he even had forgotten about the girl who was next to him. Then he shook his head. "Yeah, yeah it's just the recordings and the lads are hitting my nerves," he said and as soon as finished the sentence he went back to smoking. His attitude hadn't relaxed at all.

"You sure it's just that?" Becca looked at him trying to cheer him up. Ringo was a good man, in real life, well, her afterlife, just after George, he was her favourite Beatle.

"W-well..." he hesitated a bit before speaking further, nervously scratching his head. "Somewhat it is, but... shite, Vera, I'm terrified, scared to death! Everyday the date is getting closer, the clock keeps running y'know the baby's arrival...and, and... me head's chocka'" he was still nervous. "I worry about everythin'. I feel terrible for not spending enough time with Mo, I feel tremendously nervous. I'm afraid of not being a good da', y'know? Of failing like mine or the most dads I know, not being a good example for him or her..." he said, letting go of everything he'd inside and hadn't been able to express until that moment.

"The worst thing is I can't tell anyone 'bout this. I don't want to worry Mo, who's already pregnant, for crying out loud! And the lads...well, y'know, they're fellas, men... it's not like we talk about this. Even tho they're my best mates, I don't think they understand. Even John who has Julian... I know there are few months to go but still..."

Rebecca understood. If one thing was true, was that patriarchy doesn't only affected women, but men as well. Forcing them to hide their fears and emotions and swallow for themselves. To culminate in this, the poor Ringo was about a mental breakdown. She smiled at him with empathy and sincerity.