What Is Life? - A George Harrison FanFic

Chapter 26

The morning of the show was hectic. We had to get loaded up into a car and driven down to London. I had everything we would need for the baby just in case since we would be far from home.

Linda and Heather would stay with me at a hotel instead of going to the television studio to see the performance in person so that I was safe and so that if I went into labor I'd be close to the hospital and have her to take me.

There was also a plan in place for Linda to call the producer himself of the show the moment the Beatles finish their one song they'd be playing if I was having the baby. Otherwise George would immediately leave the other guys regardless and come back here to be with me.

There was no telling what the night would bring. For now George and Paul were here with Linda and I to relax in the hotel suite until they had to leave to go rehearse and get to the performance in the evening.

"So have you two decided on a name for baby Harrison?" Linda questioned us as we all sat around.

"Sadie Rose Harrison," I said immediately and she smiled wide.

"I love the name," she said, "that is beautiful. Did you hear that Heather, you're going to have a little cousin named Sadie."

"We don't know that yet," Paul then said "I'm still hoping for a George Harrison II."

"That's not a terrible idea," I said looking up at George.

"Are you joking?" He asked sincerely, "his life would forever be tied to me and the Beatles and he would absolutely resent us for it."

The mood went dark in the room and Paul rolled his eyes. There was definitely friction between the views they had toward the band and moving forward. The band was Paul's baby and he wanted the others to love it as much as he still did. George was resenting being a part of the group as of late.

I felt at times that I was the glue holding their friendship together.

"I have a name in mind," I said looking at George and he looked interested to hear.

"We could let you discuss it in private?" Linda asked politely and George assured her it was okay for them to be in on the discussion.

"Oliver Harrison," I then said and George smiled down at me.

"Would he have a middle name?" He asked.

"We could add one," I said, "but you don't have one so that's a subtle nod to you"

"We could call him Ollie," George liked the idea.

"The name comes from Greek origin," Paul said, "in case you didn't know. It represents like extending an olive branch, or a peace offering."

"If our child represents peace," George smiled at the thought, "then we will be extremely happy to bring him into this unpeaceful world we find ourselves in."

Then George planted a kiss on my lips and didn't care that the others were in the room with us. We were kissing so passionately I thought I would go into labor right then and there. The world stopped spinning for a moment and I never felt happier than right now.

I knew that would change, however, the moment our child was in my arms.

....

Right on cue for what was expected I started to feel the pain of contractions a few hours before showtime. Linda got extremely nervous since she knew that that meant it was almost time. We definitely needed to be sure before calling George as we promised we would.

It was a long few hours in pain and then Linda got me to the television set and we tuned into the show. There were a few other acts that went first before the Beatles would perform but throughout the special there were little snippets of interviews with each of the guys.

George was saying nothing to any reporters that he was expecting his child to be born tonight or within the next couple of days at the latest. The longer this news was kept secret, the better.

Finally the group took the stage. They had an orchestra behind them that played them in as they walked up to their instruments. Ringo was in the back as per usual on drums. Paul was on the side on Piano and both John and George were in the middle of the little tiny platform they were on in a relaxed position, able to lean back and sit at the base of the drum kit with their guitars.

We could see that Paul was nervous because this was a song he had written and that he would be singing solo. George would be singing the harmonies in the background and John would add backing vocals to the words Paul was singing but it was mostly Paul.

I looked at Linda who was admiring him on the stage with her daughter in her lap.

"Macca," Heather pointed at him and used her nickname for him.

"Yeah there he is," Linda smiled and pointed with her.

I couldn't help but stare only at George the entire time, whenever the camera panned out and away from its closeup on Paul. He was so serious and relaxed at the same time. I knew that he was thinking about me and wondering if he'd get whisked away the moment the song was finished. But he also looked to be enjoying himself.

To both mine and Linda's surprise, as the song neared its end the studio audience went up and were allowed to surround the men as they played on and kept playing the ending "na na na's" and accompanying chords over and over for well over 3 or 4 minutes. Not one of the guys felt frightened by this, but they just kept playing. They even enjoyed it really.

Both Ringo and Paul had fans literally sitting with them at the piano and on drums and were completely surrounded. Luckily George was up higher and a little more protected. I saw pure happiness on his face and was glued to how amazing the performance was for them. It was something completely new, different and fresh.

Then everything changed. I felt a painful contraction and then felt my water break.