What Is Life? - A George Harrison FanFic

Chapter 19

"It's George Harrison!" One of Jenna's assistants came running toward us.

"Hey, I'm just a regular guy," George said aloud, "please just say hello and get on with it."

I could tell that George was slightly annoyed that this followed him everywhere that he went. He really just wanted to be a regular guy and for the past five years or so of his life he has been the absolute center of attention to so many people, particularly younger women.

With that he had some meaningful conversations with a few of his "fans" around the office and Linda came walking up with a young girl with her.

"Hey Linda," I called her over and she followed my direction and came and stood at my side.

"I see we both brought someone," she said nodding over toward George and his flock of women surrounding him, "this is my daughter, Heather."

Her daughter had to be about three years old and was absolutely the cutest thing and oh so talkative. When we were finally able to get George away and down to the photography studio, I was then able to introduce them.

"George, this is my new friend Linda," I spoke, "Linda this is my husband George."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said and smiled at him. I could tell she was in awe of being in the same room as him but knew how to compose herself and conduct herself professionally.

"I've been spending everyday learning from her and being her test subject," I laughed and Linda smiled and nodded in agreement.

George looked at her and then at me before saying, "surely you both have something better to do than take pictures all day and hangout in this dark, cramped studio. It seems bloody awful." 

"Do you not do the same old thing everyday, as you make your living?" she challenged him to which he retreated, realizing she was right. 

He apologized and then asked, "What is your story?"

Her daughter took a nap in the corner on a small sofa. She looked over at her briefly and then answered him.

"It's just me and her," she nodded in her daughters direction, "since she was born and it's been a little hard but I'm managing. I have been lucky to be able to gain an internship here at the studio to learn this craft but I work most nights at a hotel to make ends meet."

"Well, you are very talented. If you want something you just have to make it happen," George was walking around the studio room looking at all of the developed photographs, some of me from a few days ago.

"George," I said, "what if Linda comes back to London and photographs the Beatles. Wouldn't that be amazing?"

I caught him off guard. He looked at me like I was crazy. He knew I had only just met this girl.

"That sounds like an idea. I don't know if it's a good or a bad one. That depends on Brian's mood when you ask him."

He was right. That wasn't a decision that's made without Brian's approval. I just knew that Linda was so much better than me at this profession and if she took their photos she would make their jaws drop.

"Since you're here today," Linda then said "what if I take pictures of you both together, do you have wedding photos or is there something you want to celebrate?"

George and I smiled at each other. Linda wasn't someone I had not told our news to, I promised George that I wasn't going to tell anyone that we didn't both agree on. I still don't even know her that well and I didn't want anyone to spill the news to the press.

We spent all afternoon being photographed by Linda. Then I took photos of her and Heather as well. When the evening snuck up on us all George invited Linda back to our new home here and said Bob Dylan would be there.

She was reluctant at first because she didn't want to impose and be an unworthy guest hanging among musicians but I promised her it would be okay and that we would have a room Heather could sleep in while us adults hung out.

We also invited Jenna to our home for the evening but she was unable to attend due to some work conflicts. I quickly realized that she didn't want to do anything other than work. That's why she had returned home so quickly when she was staying with us after our wedding. She needed to be doing something at all times.

I was no longer like that.

....

Mal, George and Bob spent the evening in the parlor smoking and jamming with each other on their guitars.

Bob's wife Sara, Linda and I all sat in the living area and I made them tea. This wasn't something that neither one of them was accustomed to here in America but I was happy to be their guide to all things English.

"What is George like in bed?" Sara asked from across the living room as she sipped her tea and caught me off guard completely. It seemed a little too personal to be asking.

I looked at her for a moment after nearly spitting out my own tea and then Linda spoke.

"Lauren, your husband is an attractive man is all..." Linda said simply to ease the awkward tension, "I'm sure Sara here means that he must be a good lover."

"Bob rarely spends time with me, I am just his housewife. Someone to look at and to crank out children year after year," Sara blurred out once more.

Again I just stared at her. I didn't know how to respond to this. This time Linda didn't help me out as she tried to hold back a laugh.

"How many children do you have?" I asked Sara Dylan. I didn't know much about her at all.

"We have three already," she said "and we've only been married for 3 years."

"Well, that is a good average," Linda said.

"You and George don't have any kids," Sara then said to me as if she was telling me a fact about my own life. She seemed fixated on my relationship as if she was jealous of our love and bond.

"Not yet," I said, growing more and more annoyed.

I decided in that moment to still not say anything about our child growing inside of me. I could tell that I couldn't trust Sara Dylan and I didn't want her holding onto this information and using it against me.

Linda and I somehow managed to get through the evening with our guest and then the Dylan's left. Mal went straight to sleep but Linda, George and I stayed up talking for another hour.

We learned so much more about her and I begged her to come visit us at our home in England. She was hesitant to say yes because she thought about her daughter. I assured her that we had plenty of room in our home for them and that if nothing was tying her down here, she should come take the leap for a while.

"What are your plans when you get back to England?" She was trying to make her decision.

"We should tell her," George said, "go on."

I sat up and put my hand on George's knee. Linda was staring at us and looked like she was filled with anticipation for our news.

"I'm pregnant," I told her and she smiled really big.

"I knew it," she said "my intuition. The way you guys look at each other. The way you hold her, and protect her."

"Well then let's hope the whole world doesn't catch on before we can get back home safely," George said grabbing my hand, "but for right now let's get some sleep."

"We will come with you," Linda finally said and I grew excited.

She was easily becoming my best friend and I was so excited to bring her to photograph my husband and his best friends and to help jump start a career for her in the entertainment industry. I felt a sense of pride in knowing how pure of a person she was and how she was going to love being thrust into this world.

"We leave in 2 weeks," George said to her and told her to get her affairs sorted out and then he carried me to our bed.

"Are you tired?" He asked me and I shook my head no.

"Good," he said delicately rolling over top of me and kissing me passionately, "I want to show you how much I love and protect you."

With that we had the best night of our lives together in our bed. It was somehow better than any other time because of how gentle and impassioned he was knowing our baby was inside.