If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 11

A/N -- Hi my dearest Beatlemaniacs! Here's a mid-week update on George and Annie! It's springtime in England and can it get any better than that? Thank you for stopping by and reading the new installment. I hope you are having a happy Tuesday and that your week is going well so far! So take a break and read on! Enjoy! :-) Lara xo

They sat the rest of the way home in peaceful silence, entwined together in the back seat, Annie's head resting comfortably against George's neck. Home was only a 20 minute ride and once they pulled into the driveway, Annie invited the driver in for something to eat when she realized he wasn't allowed to come inside Eric's house for food.

"That's okay, but thanks," he said, opening the door for them.

"Are you sure? We'd love to have you. It's no trouble in our house. The fridge is always packed."

"I don't want to get in any trouble."

"You won't. Who's going to tell anyone?" George smiled.

"Well, okay, if you're sure. I could definitely use the loo," he said sheepishly. "If that's okay."

"Sure," George offered. "We've got indoor plumbing."

Annie laughed and the driver eventually eased his nervousness. "I'm Sam."

"George and Annie. Just George and Annie. You don't have to use the 'sir' stuff with us."

"Thanks," Sam said gratefully.

They packed into the kitchen including George's dad and while Sam and Dad had tea, Annie and George had a glass of wine.

"You're trying to get me drunk...," Annie whispered to George when he handed her the glass.

"I want to have my way with you," he teased, clinking his glass with hers. "I know what's under that dress."

"Another glass of wine and the only way you'll have me is if you like doing it with someone who's passed out."

George burst out laughing and Sam and his Dad looked over at them. George shrugged as he cleared his throat and joined them at the table while Annie worked on pulling together some appetizers.

She heated up a pasta dish and surrounded it with plates of cut up vegetables, bread, butter and cheeses. Everyone dug in and the table became quiet while they consumed the entire lot.

"Everything was really good," Sam spoke up. "Thank you very much."

"Anytime," Annie said with a friendly smile. "You're always welcome at our table."

"She's a wonderful cook," Dad added. "And a great hostess."

"Yes, she is," George agreed, reaching for her hand.

"It's just food," Annie said, slightly embarrassed. "My mom is the one who's the master chef."

"Genetics," Dad smiled.

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It was nearly 4am by the time Sam left, Dad retired and Annie and George cleaned up the kitchen.

"Just leave the dishes in the sink," Annie said. "I'll wash them in the morning."

"Good idea. Find me and I'll help you," George grinned at her.

"George," Annie looked at him and took his hand. "Let's go to bed. I've finished with this day."

He kissed her temple as they started to leave the kitchen. "Are you too tired for me to ease you out of those clothes?"

"I'm never too tired for you to ease me out of my clothes," she reached up and kissed his cheek. "Besides, for night owls, this is the shank of the evening."