1 A Little Tale of...Four Beatles

Chapter 9

OKAY! Well! Has it been a while or what?!?! Shocking...

So here ya go! I am dreadfully sorry for the looong wait....:P Marin is coming to an end with her little boys.

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"John sit down!" Marin pushed the jumping boy down onto his seat. He sat there and began to frown. "John." Marin glared. 

John sent her a glare back then smerked and jumped off his seat and ran out of the kitchen.

"John!" Marin yelled and then ran after him. John ran into his bedroom and onto his bed. 

"Ow!" Paul exclaimed as John landed on his foot. "Johnny hurt me."

"Aw, Paul Im sorry. Want some lunch?"

Paul forgot about his foot and looked up quickly. He nodded several times and held his hands up. Marin picked him up and walked out with him. Leaving John to calm down. 

"You left me!" John said from the door way as Marin put a plate down for Paul.

{MARIN's POV}

"No. You left me." I shook my head. "If you want lunch then sit down."

John did as i told him. I heard the front door open and Lana entered with George and Ringo. Ringo hurried into the kitchen and sat down, ready for his lunch. I laid another plate for him then served him and then gave John his. 

"George says his stomach is hurting." Lana stated. "So I'm going to lay him down."

"Alright. Then we can go to the park or something."

--------------------------- Later in the park------------------

"How long?"

"Another day or two. Im not sure." 

"Oh the poor lads." Lana sighed and watched them play.

"Yeah. But i did have an eventful time with them."

We were watching the boys play tag. That was their favourite game I found out. John was the tagger while the others ran. George screamed every now and then when John got closer, Paul would laugh even harder and so would Ringo. It was entertainging to watch George be the tagger. The boys would go slower and make it easier for him. Though this time George stopped the game and pouted. He sat down and frowned the others tried to get him to play. 

"Whats wrong Georgie?" I asked him and knelt down next to him.

"The boys are being to easy for me. Its because im a baby. Im not a baby!" George pound his fist on the ground, only raising them quickly in pain. 

"Oh George!" I held his clenched fists in my hand and smiled at him. "They'll be harder just tell them that."

"If you want challenging George we can give it to ya!" John grinned.

"Not to hard John." George raised his finger.

"Okay not too hard, just enough to get away from you." Ringo clapped his hands.

"Then we play!" George got up quickly and began to run after Paul. Paul let out a scream and ran away. 

"Those boys are impossible." I shook my head as i stood up.

"George wants to be like them."

"He wants to be like John." 

"Really?"

"He looks up to John, since he's the older one."

"True." 

The boys soon got tired of the game, as well as tirring themselves out. They went to the swings. 

"Can i push you?" John asked. He put his fingers together and gave me a bit smile. 

I laughed. "Sure."

John clapped and got behind a swing. 

I heard someone begin to cry and turned to see Ringo on the ground holding his knee. 

"One minute John."

"Ah man." John frowned.

"Are you okay Ringo?"

Ringo shook his head and sniffed. "I-I h-hurt mmy knee." He whimpered and showed me a big scrape on his knee. It was bleeding good.

"Boys we're going to have to cut the park time short. Ringo is in pain." I lifted Ringo off the ground and cuddled him next to me. "Its going to be okay." I whispered to him.

Ringo and the rest fell asleep on the car ride.

----------------------------At Home/Bedtime-------------

"Hows your knee Ringo?" I asked.

"Better. Thanks." He smiled.

"Lets do stories!" John said, jumping up and down on the bed. He really likes to jump.

"Okay what would you like to hear?" I asked. 

"Tell..."

"Wait." Lana stopped John from finishing. "Lets let Ringo pick."

"Tell a story about...something real." Ringo looked at John and chuckled. John frowned. 

"Whats wrong with fantasy?"

"Nothing." Ringo smiled. "I want this since we did Alice in Wonderland two nights in a row!"

"Ringo!" John growled.

"Now lets see what we have." I said and placed John on my lap before he could do anything to Ringo. I began to tell a story.

--------------------------2 am---------------

"Mummy?" A sleepy voice said. I opened my eyes and saw Ringo standing in front of me.

"Whats wrong love?"

"I can't sleep, and Im scared."

"Come on up." I helped him up on my bed. He curled up next to me and i heard soft gasps of breath, hinting to me that he was crying.

"Whats wrong Ringo?" I asked pulling his face up so i could look into his big blue eyes.

"I feel stupid, being scared of the dark and all." 

"Your not stupid. George is scared, John is scared, and Paul too."

"I feel stupid in all."

"Why?"

"John even says i am."

"He does?" I asked a bit shocked.

"Because I'm learning to write and John already knows a few letters already."

"Lets just because you've been ill."

"Thats why I'm stupid."

"Ringo you are not stupid. Yuor just learning at your pace. Don't listen to what others say. They just want to seem big. You know how John is."

Ringo chuckled. "Yeah."

"Don't tell him I said that." I giggled.

"No i won't!" Ringo shook his head.

I tickled his stomach and he let out a soft squeally laugh. He hugged him and he did the same. 

"I love you Ringo."

"I love you too."

"Good night."

"Night." Then he fell asleep curled up next to me, who fell asleep around the same time.