Okay, I kinda got side tracked and was really stupid for not planning a one shot for my favorite Beatle, and I was thinking, "What am I gonna do?" And then I remembered about this one shot I was working on that ironically had no title, and it's not exactly as birthday-ish as Paul's, but, hey it features Maureen!
It was only a few days after Maureen and Ringo's honeymoon and the boys were already back on tour.
Maureen sat alone in her apartment. Biting her lip, she picked up the telephone and dialed the phone number of her friend and fellow Beatle wife, Cynthia.
"Hello?" Cynthia asked on the other end.
"Hello, Cynthia? I- I have to tell you something."
"Well, I'm here for you."
"I just got back from the doctor, and- well-"
"Well, what?"
"I- I'm gonna have a baby."
She gasped. "You are?!?"
"Mhm."
"Oh, Maureen!" She gasped again. "Take it from me, being a mother is the best experience you could ever have!"
"Really? I've never been so scared before in my enitre life!"
"Oh, why?"
"Because Ritchie and I just got married and I don't know how I'd even explain this!"
"I'm sure you'll be just fine." As Cynthia was talking on the phone, John casually walked in. "Oh, I can't wait to see the look on John's face when I tell him!"
Don't tell me Cyn- no. Is she pregnant again?!? Oh God, what have I done?!?
Before Cynthia noticed John, he ran out.
Walking out, he ran to the closest telephone booth he could find, calling Paul.
"Paul, I have a problem."
"How can I help?" Paul said, drinking a glass of water.
"Cyn's pregnant again!"
Paul immediately spit out his water, some of it getting on the phone. "WHAT?!?"
"I just walked in and she said she couldn't wait to see the look on my face when she tells me!"
There was silence on the other end.
"Paul?"
"Uh..."
..........
After a little while, John decided to walk back in, acting as if all was normal.
"Oh, hi, John. Glad to see you're back."
"Uh, yeah. What're you making?"
"Uh, chicken."
John walked over and looked in the oven. "It's kind of, big don't you think?"
"Oh, not tonight. There's five of us tonight."
"Five?!? You mean-"
"I hope you don't mind, but I invited Ringo and Mo over."
He let out a relieved sigh. Thank God it's not twins. I hope...
...........
"And so I said, 'You sure you don't want some ketchup with that?'" Ringo said, ending the joke.
Everyone found it funny except for Julian who barely understood a word anyone was saying.
Everyone also noticed that Maureen was eating somewhat more than she usually did. John and Ringo looked at her oddly, while Maureen and Cynthia were hoping no one would notice, and Julian just trying to figure out just what the heck was going on.
"I was pretty hungry earlier." Maureen tried to explain.
"So we noticed." John remarked.
"John!" Cynthia said, kicking him in the shin with her foot. "Mo, don't you have something to tell Ringo?"
"Uh..."
"What?" Ringo asked, concerned.
"Ritchie... I'm..."
"Go on, tell him!"
"I'm-" Maureen glanced at Julian. "I'm- P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T." She spelled out so Julian wouldn't understand.
Ringo dropped his fork and looked at Maureen. "What?" He asked, his baby blue eyes wide. "You're-"
"Mhm!"
"Wait a second, I thought-" John paused. "Oh, THANK GOD."
"What?" Cynthia asked.
"Oh, nothing, Cyn."
"Oh, Mo!" Ringo exclaimed, hugging Maureen.
And there comes the end to another oneshot! Happy birthday to Ringo, peace and love, y'all!
