All You Need Is Love

Talks

YEAR: 1966

I got up from the couch and searched for my shirt.
"Paul,"
"Yes love," he chuckled.
"Where's me shirt?"
"Here," he playfully threw it to me.
"Thank ye," I leaned down and gave him a kiss. "C'mon, get yer pants on, we have to look through the rest of the house."
"Alright," he stood up from the couch, and buttoned his trousers and shirt.

We began looking through the house, it was more than twice the size of our house. There was a heated indoor pool, a recording studio, and we don't even know how many bedrooms.

"Do ye wanna go for a quick dip love?"
"No," I laughed, "we have to go get the kids."
"Fine! Let's go."
We walked out of the house and got into the car. It took a long time to get to Jude's house, considering our new house was so far away.

"Finally! What took ye so long!" Jude complained.
"The house is so far away! We got here as fast as we could!"
Jude narrowed her eyes, she knew I was lying.
"Whatever, just take yer kids and get out of my house!"
"Alright. By the way, when's yer weddin?"
"Uhhh," Jude looked to Eric, "it kinda already happened."
"AND YE DIDNT TELL ME!"
"We eloped! Its no big deal, we just didn't want a big fuss."
"So how long have ye been married?"
"About 2 months..."
"AND YE DIDNT TELL ANYONE! MY GOD JUDE!"
"Sorry, I didn't want a fuss."
"Whatever, I'm happy for ye," I gave her a hug, "thanks for watchin the kids."
"Anytime."
"Alright, love ye, bye."
"Bye, love ye too."
We left Jude's mansion and went back to our house.

A few weeks passed and the record sales for Revolver were through the roof. John was still devasted about Yoko's miscarriage, so Paul had me talk to Yoko, while he talks to John.

"Hey Yoko, Paul wanted me to talk to ye."
"About what?"
"Yer miscarriage..."
"I appreciate the thought but, you would not know what it feels like to lose a child."
"Actually, I do."
"What?"
"Three years ago, I went to America for the first time with the band, I was 7 months pregnant," my voice died out, I tried my best to hold in my tears.
"And you had a miscarriage?"
"Yeah," I stopped talking for a minute so I could calm down. "Anyway, it'll get better, yer gonna have a beautiful family one day."
"Thank you Michelle, I really needed that."
"Any time..."

"PAUL I'M FINE!"
"NO YER NOT JOHN! YE NEED TO DEAL WITH THIS!"
As Yoko and I finished our conversation, we heard John and Paul argue upstairs.
"Michelle, go talk to John, he likes you more than he likes Paul."
"Alright, I'll try. Be right back."
I walked up the stairs and into Johns study.
"Paul get out,"
"But Mich-"
"I said get out." Paul sighed as he walked out of the room and down the stairs. I closed the door behind him and turned to John. "Look Lennon, Yoko wanted me to talk to ye about the whole thing."
"I don't need help."
"Yes ye do, ye need to deal with this!"
"I'm fine!"
"JOHN! LISTEN TO ME!"
John stopped freaking out and decided to listen.
"Fine, say yer piece."
I took a deep breath and began talking. "Look John," I whispered, "turns out, I'm fuckin pregnant again, so I don't need all this stress, I just need ye to deal with this like a normal human being. Okay?"
"Yer pregnant?" He said as I nodded. You could hear his heart shatter from a mile away. "Get out of my way," John pushed by me and slammed the door open.
"JOHN!" I chased hin down the stairs and into the living room where Paul and Yoko were sitting.
"YOU!" John attacked Paul with all his strength and began hitting him and slapping him.
"JOHN GET OFF OF HIM!" I tried pulling John off of my poor Paul, but it wasn't working.
"JOHN LISTEN TO MICHELLE!" Yoko yelled.
As soon as Yoko spoke John broke down into tears and stopped attacking Paul. I rushed to my husbands side to see if he was injured.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YE JOHN!" I yelled.
"YEAH LENNON WHY DID YE ATTACK ME!"
"BECAUSE IT ISNT FAIR!"
"What isn't fair John?" Yoko asked, trying to calm him down.
"Ye had a miscarriage and SHES FUCKING PREGNANT AGAIN!" John pointed to me as he yelled in my face.
"John stop!" I yelled.
"WHY SHOULD I?" My breathing became heavy and my body started shaking. "Oh my god Michelle, I'm sorry! Sit down. Yoko go get her some tea." John and Paul laid me down on the couch as Yoko sprinted into the kitchen.
Paul grabbed my hand and helped me get my breathing straight. Soon Yoko came back in and handed me a little tea cup.
"It is camomile tea. Very good for pregnant women."
"Thank ye Yoko," I quickly drank the tea and handed her the cup.
"I'm takin ye home love, c'mon." Paul wrapped his arms around my waist and helped me off if the couch.
"Thank you for the talk Michelle," Yoko said while giving me a little head bow.
"Anytime Yo-yo- y," I couldn't finish speaking, I passed out in Paul's arms.
Next thing I remember was waking up in our boxed up house.
"Mummy's awake!" Heather yelled as she gave me a hug.
"Thank ye darling, go up to yer room," Paul said as he walked into the living room.
"Okay daddy!" She happily skipped up the steps and began playing in her room.
"So how are ye feelin?"
"Sick," I said while propping myself up on the couch.
"I bet. Are ye hungry?" I nodded. "Alright, what do ye want. I'll make ye anythin."
"I'll have some soup. Thanks Paulie."
He flahsed me a smile and walked into the kitcken. I remained on the couch, waiting for Paul to return.
"Here ye are love," he handed me a bowl as I sat up on the couch.
"Ta,"
"Do ye wanna talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" I said nervously, starting to eat.
"Why didn't ye tell me."
"I wanted to be sure before I said anythin."
"Oh Michelle," he sat on the couch with me and out his arms around my shoulder. We sat there in a blissful silence. "Michelle, ma belle. These are words that go together well, my Michelle,"
"Stop," I laughed, "let me eat in peace, we don't get much of it these days."
"Alright," he smiled.
I ate in an almost silence room. The only noise that was being made was Paul humming. When I finished I put the bowl on the coffee table and snuggled up against Paul.
"What time are the movers comin tomorrow?" I asked.
"I think 11 maybe noon," Paul replied. "Alright, so I can sleep in?"
"Ye don't have to lift a finger my love." He gave me a kiss on my head and pulled me closer.

I woke up the next morning on the couch, next to Paul. I woke up before him, I always wake up before him. I carefully got off the couch so I wouldn't wake him. I dragged my feet into the kitchen to get a cup of tea. I sighed as I looked at the clock. It read 10:48. I poured my tea into a cup Heather painted for me at day care. I smiled and walked upstairs. I cautiously walked into Heathers room, I didn't want to wake her if she was still sleeping.
"Morning mummy," she said playing with a few of her dolls.
"Mornin princess."
"Are ye feelin any better?" My curious daughter asked.
"A little, thank ye for askin. Is Mary up yet?"
"No, I don't think so..." She sounded confused.
"Okay, I'm gonna go check on her, I'll be right back."
"Okay mummy," Heather went back to playing as I walked out of her room. I walked across the hall into Marys room.
"Maaarrryyy," I whispered.
She sat up in her crib and rubbed her eyes. "Mum?"
"Yes dear, its me. Do ye want some breakfast?"
"Yes!"
"Alright," I put down my tea and picked her up and held her on my hip. I carried her downstairs and put her in her high chair. I poured her a bowl of cheerios and went back upstairs to get Heather. I stopped in Marys room to grab my tea then I walked back into Heathers room.
"C'mon Heather, breakfast."
"We're not going out, right?"
"No, we aren't."
"Good," she said while standing up and running downstairs.
As she ran down the stairs I heard her jump from the last few steps and slam her feet against the ground. I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs, drinking my tea. I saw Paul, with a smile on his face.
"Mornin princess."
"Morning," he got up and gave me a quick kiss.
"Yer daughter is afraid to leave the house," I whispered.
"I know," he said giving me a hug. "So how do ye feel today?"
"Sick, hungry, moody, ye know, normal Tuesday."
"Yer such an arse," he chuckled.
"Hurry up and eat, the movers are comin in an hour."
"Yes dear,"
I smiled at Paul and gave him some cereal and fruit.
"Mummy what do I get for breaky?" Heather asked.
"What do ye want?"
"I dunno..." She said.
"Mummy's not cookin, do ye want cereal like daddy and Mary?"
"I guess..."
I gave her a bowl and set one down for myself. I grabbed a box of cornflakes out of the pantry and poured them into our bowls.
"Do ye want milk in it, or in a cup?" I asked her.
"In the bowl," I poured her milk in and handed her a spoon. "Thank ye mummy."
"Mhmm."
I gave her a kiss on the head then sat down and began eating.

After breakfast I cleaned the bowls and Paul packed them up again. Shortly after we were done packing, the movers arrived. They loaded the beds, toy chests, sliverware boxes, the boxes that had family pictures, the kids cratfs, clothes, and tellies into the truck. Soon we left to live in our new house.