All Things Must Pass - Part 2 to What Is Life? ( A George Harrison FanFic)

Chapter 3

George's P.O.V.

I avoided talking to my wife about going on a trip to America because I didn't want her to go alone. I knew she would be with Linda, or her parents and that we have the home there that her late manager had left for her in his will, but all I could think about was if Lauren had gotten pregnant or not on our trip to Greece.

We had stopped trying since returning home as if she had changed her mind or thinks trying for those three days may have already worked.

I think she realized that I wasn't excited about her taking Ollie with her so she stopped bringing it up entirely over the next few days. I knew Linda leaves in 2 days now and that's not really enough time for Lauren to somehow decide she's going and have to get everything ready.

Today I meditated and calmed myself for an hour and snapped back to my own reality after hearing Ollie cry. I ran into Lauren in the hallway as we both went to tend to him.

"Baby," I said, "I am here, I can help soothe him."

"I know you are," Lauren smiled, "I am here too though and I love being Ollie Harrison's mother. I am happy to hold him, feed him, change him or just sing my own lullaby's to him on his command."

"Oh do you sing now, darling?" I smiled at her and admired her beauty as she went in and picked up our son. He instantly stopped crying and smiled at his Mama the same way I was. He forgot what it is he was crying about and I put my arms around both of them, not wanting to forget moments like these.

"I'm more of a nursery rhyme enthusiast," Lauren finally said smirking at me.

"Oh so you like the songs Ringo writes," I replied and we both laughed together.

I loved how easy it has always been for us to understand each other. I truly have my best friend and my wife in one person and it makes me so grateful.

We brought our baby downstairs to play in his little playpen as we sat in the living area.

"I was thinking, once my commitment here is done on this album.... that we could visit New York. Our last trip there had been a good time with friends and family and I miss those days."

I knew that I needed to bring up America to her to see where her head was at and if she felt like I was trapping her here in our marriage.

"You know I want to go back," she said simply and didn't say much else.

"Ringo walked out of a rehearsal a couple weeks ago," I told her and her eyes grew wide with concern, "....when we were working on a song. We didn't think he would come back, you know. I thought, this is it, all this hard work on another album and for nothing."

"You thought the band was done?" She then asked me, looking concerned.

"I wanted it to be. When Ringo came back the next day I was deciding on if I should just walk out myself and stay away much longer than he did."

"Oh Paul would have loved that," she laughed at me.

"Its for sure coming sooner than later and once we have another baby I just want to be present for them and you," I told her.

"I can't believe that. It's always been the four of you but....I also cannot wait for it to be just us. You make me very happy," she said kissing my cheek and then my lips. I loved the feel of her lips against mine. I longed for it most days, whenever I'm away from her doing anything I wish I was back here holding her tight.

When I am with Bob Dylan or even my friend Eric Clapton, who spends time at our home often, I feel like I am an equal. It makes me a musician in my own right and I dread returning to the studio with my bandmates to retreat to the shadows of Lennon/McCartney.

"Ollie and I will always be anywhere you are," she promised me, "if you take us to America we will be happy."

I knew that was true. I practically forced my wife from her home country when we first met. And now here I am keeping her from going back once more.

"I'm not so sure Ollie wants to be an American," I looked over at our little boy and joked.

"You don't think so?" Lauren challenged me.

"No, I think he will be a fine English lad like his father."

"That may be true," she said looking at him, "he sure does look just like you, he's even going to have your accent I'm sure."

"You're the one with the accent," I reminded her to which she rolled her eyes and then I rolled her onto her back on the couch and we began to kiss. I felt myself wanting my wife literally at all hours of the day, longing for moments like these where we could be one together.

As we cuddled out on the couch suddenly a pair of feet came walking up towards us and we broke apart to see who was in our home.

We had good security system but some of our friends came and went as they pleased. We have always granted that permission to my bandmates, Lauren's best friend Linda Eastman and my best friend Eric Clapton.

Suddenly Lauren grew tense in my arms.

"Lovebirds," Eric's voice boomed out into our ears and we didn't move. All I did was give a nod in his direction. He really had the worst timing.

"Alright, I'll show myself to the studio," he said and walked past us and down toward the back of the home.

"We need to change our locks and tell him to call first," Lauren looked upset. I didn't know why she suddenly felt this way, she had never had a problem with it before and definitely wouldn't have minded if it were Linda barging in.

Moments later our telephone did ring and Lauren jumped up to go grab it while I carried Ollie down to the studio to hang out with Eric for a bit.