If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 13

Hi my sweet Beatlemaniacs! Welcome to the mid-week update! Hope you are having a good week so far. Kind of turning cooler here, which is good--40's and 50's. And after months of sunshine we actually got rain. It doesn't rain much here so it's great when it does! I also wanted to explain that some things are coming up that happened in George's real life, but the time doesn't mesh. Since this is fantasy in its purest form, please just sit back and enjoy the ride! Thanks so much for stopping by! :-) Lara xo

She was exquisite. Ethereal. The only things she wore were her new diamond necklace that turned the reflected light in the room to a multi-faceted rainbow with a little help from her engagement ring and a completely sheer robe that fell to her knees. He didn't know how, but her skin was radiant, as if she was sprinkled with pixie dust and her thick mane of hazelnut hair shimmered down around her shoulders. George stared without moving and sucked in a breath of air.

"Good fucking hell," he exhaled. "My god, Annie...."

"It's not every day a girl gets engaged," she smiled as he rose to face her. "And this looks so comfortable by the fire. Rose petals and champagne and firelight. It certainly couldn't get any better than that."

"Champagne, Annie-girl?" he asked, his voice low and distracted by her body.

"Yes, please," she answered.

"But first," George murmured and took her in his arms to hug her and revel in the scent of her body. Holding her ignited every nerve ending as he kissed her boldly, over and over, almost unable to stop himself. "You're stunning, baby," he whispered near her ear. "I can't wait to have you."

"I can tell," she purred. "Or are you carrying a flashlight?"

George laughed, they both sat down on the soft coverings and he popped the cork on the bottle which flew across the room. Annie was ready with the glasses as the amber liquid almost overflowed before he could pour. After filling the crystal flutes, they sat next to each other, facing the fire. George took her hand and pressed his lips to her skin.

"When do you want to get married?" George asked her, sipping his champagne.

"Any time. Won't we need to work around your studio schedule?"

"Nothing is written in stone. We could marry the second we get the license and fly off to a honeymoon somewhere. Is there some place you'd like to go?"

"Hmm...Maui."

"Hawaii?"

Annie nodded. "I've never been there and it just popped into my head. Have you ever been there?"

George shook his head. "No. Surprisingly not. So Hawaii it is."

"How long does it take to get a license?"

"I'm not sure. Not long. I'd guess a couple of weeks."

"Well, I'll leave it up to you and your schedule. You pick the date and I'll be there," Annie smiled.

"Baby, if we could, I'd marry you tomorrow. I wouldn't leave the date up to me. Coordination is not my middle name."

Annie touched the side of his face tenderly. "Let's get the license and go from there. We might have to think about a baby in this scenario too."

He nodded gently and re-filled her glass and his own. "I want you to know I talked to Mal and he's going to stay with us for awhile. He'll drive you wherever you want to go...do anything for you."

"George, you hired him as a bodyguard didn't you?"

"Partially. He'll actually be a great help with everything especially if we are planning for a baby and a wedding. Coordination is his middle name," George assured her, reaching out to touch her hair and move it behind her shoulders. His hand reached under the thick waterfall of hazelnut to cover her neck as Annie laid down next to him and extended her arms.