All You Need Is Love

Dear Prudence

YEAR: 1968

"George!" Jude yelled.
"Yeah?"
"Can ye bring me some tea?"
"Of course!"
"Ta!"

Jude's pregnancy was moving really slow; her due date was 3 weeks ago. All she does now-a-days is sit around and have George bring her stuff.

"Here ye are love," he said, handing her a small cup of tea.
"Thank ye, I'm so thirsty!" She took the tea from his hands and began drinking. Soon she threw down her cup and firmly grasped her chair. "Fuck,"

"A DOUBLE ALBUM! ARE YE INSANE JOHN!" Paul yelled.
"Paul its our first release on Apple! All the more reason to do this!"
"What are ye two arguin about today?" Ringo said walking into the studio, drinking a cup of coffee.
"John wants to make a double album!" Paul yelled.
"So? I think we should do it,"
"But John wants to sing a few songs by himself! We're a band! Not just John's back up players!"
"How about ye sing a few songs by yer self. Will that make ye happy?" John asked.
"No John! I want to sing as a band again!"
"Well too bad! This is my fuckin band and we'll do what I want!" Paul and Ringo stood there, in anger as tension filled the room. "Where the fuck is George?" John said storming out in a huff. "PAUL CALL MICHELLE AND TELL HER TO CALL HER FUCKIN SISTER!"
Paul rolled his eyes and walked out of the recording booth.
"Hey Paul," one of the sound guys said.
"Hey Ron,"
"Where's George? He's never late,"
"I know. Where's the phone? I need to call Michelle,"
"Its over there," he pointed to the other side of the table, "where its always been,"
"Thanks,"
"Mhmm,"

Paul walked over and began dialing our home phone number. It rang until it went to voicemail. Paul called again. Voicemail. He soon became anxious and his shakey fingers dialed the number one more time. Voicemail. Paul dropped the phone and ran outside to his car.
"PAUL WHERE THE FUCK ARE YE GOIN!" John angrily yelled. Paul didn't answer. "Fuck!"

When Paul arrived at our house he stormed inside and began searching every room.
"Michelle," he'd call. "MICHELLE! HEATHER! MARY! ANYONE!" Paul kept yelling. He got too anxious. He called the police station.
"Hello?"
"Hi, my wife and kids are missin!"
"Alright sir, please remain calm. When was the last time ye saw them?"
"It was-" he heard the front door open. Paul quickly turned to the front door to see who was entering. "Michelle!" Paul hung the phone up and ran to me. "I'm so goad yer alright!" He gave me a quick kiss and gave the kids hugs.
"Why wouldn't we be alright," I chuckled as he kissed my face.
"Well I called, and ye weren't answerin, then I came home and ye weren't here, and I know that ye don't like doin stuff unless the whole family is there, so I go really scared."
"Aw Paulie," I gave him a one armed hug, since Stella was sleeping in my arms. "Here, feed her," I said while handing him Stella.
"So where were ye?" He asked while feeding her.
"Jude, um, had her kid," I said while sitting Mary down on the couch.
"Really!"
"Yeah, beautiful baby boy."
"That's why George wasn't at practice,"
"What's his name?"
"Who's?"
"George's son!"
"Oh, Dhani. Poor Jude had to get a c-section. So she's gonna be in the hospital for a few days."
"So no George for a few days?"
"Yeah. Sorry. I know it sets yer schedule back."
"Its alright," Paul grabbed my waist, "I have a nephew now,"
"Yes ye do," the phone began ringing, "I got it," I said, pulling away from Paul. "Hello? Whoa Jude slow down...who's in the hospital?"
"I just saw Victoria and she was cryin!"
"Did ye talk to her?"
"No, but Prudence wasn't with her!"
"And?"
"And Victoria looked injured."
"How injured?"
"She had a black eye, her lip was cut, she had a cast around her arm, and a bandage around her forehead!"
"Where did ye see her?"
"The doctors had me get up, y'know so they know I can actually stand. Then they took me on a little walk and I saw Victoria in a hospital room. She looked like she had just gotten some really bad news!"
"I'm on my way!" I hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?"
"Jude saw Victoria in the hospital, stay here, I'm gonna go see what's wrong," I began rummaging through the key bowl. "Where are yer car keys?"
"Here," he handed me the keys to the Mini, "be safe,"
"I will," I gave him a quick kiss, "I'll hurry back,"