𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) || 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

Chapters 23: Armistice

Tw:

Smut and explicit adult situations.

Please if you are under 18 read do not read this. Remember in all sexual activity consent is a must.
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1975

"Never go to bed angry"

The phrase echoed in George's mind as he flopped down on bed. Yet through his body ran the frustration and anger of the previous morning. Of course, a little more dissipated than hours earlier.

Despite that, he'd spent a good amount of time overthinking about the best way to solve it before going up to their room, and he had some backup options. Although George had no idea when to execute them. Apply a vow of silence all night? Do it at that very moment? The next day?

Thinking about it he placed both hands behind the nape to rest his head on the headboard letting out a long, deep sigh before looking straight ahead, his warm autumn eyes lost on the wallpaper patterns. Out of the corner of his eye George caught Becca glancing at him timidly, her shoulder peeking through the ivory bedspread, skin glowing remarkably in the dark. She was analysing his mood and looking for a trace of anger in him. Like a terrified bunny.

But as soon as she noticed he noticed, her eyes ran anywhere else.

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"Never go to bed angry"

Becca woke up in the middle of the night with that phrase on her mind; thirsty and visibly blue. She didn't know at what point she'd fallen asleep waiting for George to make some clever move, which obviously never happened.

This worried her because no matter how mad George was, he would always wake up glued to her, cuddling fondly against her body. He'd always been a hugger, always ending up curling up with the person who slept with him, whether it was Rebecca herself or some Beatle mate, but now it'd been different. George remained straight on his side with his back to her.

Slowly and half-asleep she got out of the covers to sit on the edge of their bed, rubbing her eyelids lazily in the middle of the darkness. The clock said 4:30 am and Remo hadn't woken up to be nursed. Good thing about a second baby was that Remo was usually much calmer and quieter than Enzo was; the new baby slept for long periods and woke up with glee, barely getting irritated.

Her throat burned from thirst, she felt as if she had fever, her head dizzy and cheeks sizzling. She cast a quick look to check that George was still sleeping, back to her. His dark-supple hair falling gracefully across the pillow. How come he kept such perfect mane? Her husband's hair made it seem like she hadn't showered in months when she did it every day. Maybe that explained why the conditioner didn't last long.

With heat still engulfing her -even in the plain autumn- Rebecca crept out of the room, tiptoeing. She needed a refreshment immediately. The woman didn't even bother to turn on the lights, the hallways and stairs of Friar Park were so familiar that she could walk through them with her eyes closed, so she continued sleepwalking to the kitchen. Just stepping on the place gave her a feeling of sheer discomfort when she remembered the events of the day before. Rebecca needed a girl talk with Jane urgently; and maybe it would be quite reasonable to talk with Jimmy to restrain any interactions. Although it sounded ridiculous, her word should be enough, right?

The universe was so freaking bizarre that it'd not only thrown her out 55 years earlier and married her with one of the most renowned musicians in the whole history but also put her in a sort of threesome with another famous musician, even though it hadn't really meant anything.