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Chapter 33
I glanced up at him anxiously. Oh, goodness. What had I done this time? He refused to meet my eyes. This definitely wasn't a good sign. As long as he didn't tell Paul anything, I think we'd be alright. After all, I would get over this embarrassment and move on with my life. If I didn't have a husband, what would everyone think? Maybe I was just one of Paul McCartney's one night stands... That lasted several years, that is.
I grabbed John's face, forcing him to look me in the eyes. Reluctantly, he obliged. That little twinkle that had been in his eyes was now gone. Instead, he glared at me. So I had made a mistake. I had gotten caught up in the moment, that's all. I don't usually do that with guys that I don't love, and I obviously love John... But I still love Paul, too! What was happening?
"Why did you just say that to me, you cunt?" he growled.
I stared hard at him, quite taken aback. Had he just called me a cunt? Um, no. That wasn't going to fly with me. Since I still had his face in my hands, I slapped him, hard. He winced a little, but I clearly hadn't slapped him hard enough. I brought my arm back to get a good slap, but he caught my arm and smirked. Okay, so that hadn't worked out really well.
John's eyes sparkled in the light. "JoAnna, I think you should head on back home. You have your precious little Paulie to take care of, and plus your kids." He kissed my cheek. "Put some clothes on. I'll call your husband and tell him where you've been. But not what you've been doing." He winked at me and rushed to find his telephone.
I found my clothes and began changing into them, but I couldn't stop my thoughts from taking over. What if John did tell Paul about what we did? Sure, it would be stupid, but then again, John wasn't really smart. It wouldn't actually bother me if Paul knew, but what if our precious children found out? Mary and Stella would be devastated. James wouldn't honestly know what was going on, but I'm sure his older sisters would tell him when he's older...
I couldn't let that happen. I squirmed into my trousers, and then checked myself out in the mirror. There was a gigantic hickey on my neck, but who would notice that? Paul would probably think that it was caused by him. I giggled. Those were the good ol' days, weren't they? They most certainly were, I had to admit.
Suddenly, sadness overcame me. What had happened to those good days? Like the first time I met Paul, the first time I ever looked into his eyes and knew that I was in love with him... Where had everything went wrong? I glanced back at John, who was still completely naked except for his boxers, and felt ashamed of myself. I definitely shouldn't have done this. There was no reasonable explanation for why I did this.
"JoAnna!" John bellowed at the top of his lungs. He hadn't bothered to place his hand over the speaker. "Paul wants to talk to you!"
I was now fearing for my life. Hesitantly, I took the phone from John's hands. "Hi, Paul," I murmured. I toyed with the cord on the phone. My mother had always scolded me for doing so, just as I had scolded Mary for doing, but I couldn't help it. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to talk to me about?"
"Well, yeah," he admitted sheepishly, his voice sounding beautiful, even over a phone conversation. "I understand why you left, but why did you go to John's place? Remember when you first met him, and you didn't like him?"
I crossed my arms over my chest, balancing the phone between my neck and shoulder. Didn't he understand that I just needed someone who was fun? Someone who didn't know what I liked, and so he had to experiment with it! Sleeping with Paul wasn't quite as fun anymore. He knew exactly what I liked, and plus, I was always extremely afraid that he was going to get me pregnant again. I really don't want another child.
I sighed. "Yes, Paul, I remember. But things have changed, obviously. I'll be home soon." I swallowed hard, blinking the tears from my eyes. "I promise." My voice cracked, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to talk anymore. God, these emotions were going to be the death of me! "I love you."
Paul giggled quietly. The sound made my heart throb in my chest; I felt really badly about what I had done. "I'll see you soon, then. I love you, too, honey." He made a kissy-noise through the phone. Then, I heard a CLICK! that signaled that he had hung up the phone. I sunk to the floor, prepared for my emotional breakdown.
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"Mummy, Mummy!" shouted Stella, throwing her arms around my waist. "Dad told us why you left... I'm sorry for stressing you out. I'll try my hardest to be the best daughter in the entire world." She smiled. "Wouldn't you like that, Mummy?"
I forced a smile, hoping that she wouldn't be able to see the tears gleaming in my eyes. I rubbed my hands on her back, the way that I always did when I hugged people. "That sounds wonderful, hun. Thank you so much." I swallowed back my tears, forcing the tears not to fall from my eyes. "And I'll try to be the best mum in the world..."
Suddenly, the rest of my family emerged from the living room. Thus, we formed the largest group hug I'd ever experienced. I had missed all of them so much, even my baby boy. I cradled him in my arms, gazing into his big brown eyes. God, he looked so much like Paul! They all did, except for Stella. She actually resembled me. Can you imagine that? I'm still stunned, honestly.
"Dad told us where you went, too, Mum," Mary informed me. "You could have taken me. You know how much I love John. He's such a funny guy!"
I nodded. "That's great, dear." My conscious began to smother me, forcing me to tell my husband the truth about what I did while at John's place. "Uh... Go play, kids. Teach your brother some new stuff, I dunno. I have to talk to your father alone."
Here goes nothing...
