All You Need Is Love

Normal Family

YEAR: 1971

"Paul, I am so nervous,"
"Don't be love, you'll do great,"
"Paul! I could barley handle the gig we had performin in front of like 100 college kids, nevermind 3 thousand people!"
"Ye won't even be able to see 'em," he reassured me.
"But Paul-" he cut me off by giving me a kiss.
"You'll do great,"

I gave him a faint smile and a small nod. As we got ready to step on stage, I was about to pass out. But then, I looked to Paul. I stared at him with his happy hazel eyes, pre-mullet, and bright smile. Staring at him always made my pre-performance butterflies go away. Soon he looked over to me and gave me a reassuring smile. He mouthed the words, "Love you," so I mouthed them back.

We performed for a good 3 hours, playing songs from our 2 Wings albums, Paul's solo albums, and albums that we composed together. When we stepped off stage when the concert was over Paul ran over to me, picked me up, and spun me around.

"Ye did amazin!" he yelled.
"Yeah, truley amazin Michelle, but Paul, I must say, yer gettin worse,"
Paul and I turned our heads to see who was talking. It was John.
"How the fuck did ye get back here?" Paul angirly said.
"Yeah, Paul, like I was sayin, yer career is goin downhill," he whispered, "I mean, yer down graded to playin with yer mediocore wife,"
"DO NOT TALK ABOUT MY WIFE LIKE THAT! FUCK YOU!"
"John," I budded in, "I may be mediocore, but at least I don't sound like a dyin turkey like Yoko," I retorted with a smug look on my face.
"SHE SOUNDS LIKE AN ANGEL!" he angirly yelled back.
"No John, she doesn't now get the fuck outta here before I call security," I said with an annoyed tone. John gave me his weird nose scrunch and eye squint look he always gave me when we were younger, a look I never liked recieving. He soon angirly stormed off.
"Don't let him bother ye Mich, ye did great,"
"Thank ye Paulie,"
I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before the kids burst through the backstage door.
"Daddy ye did amazin!" Heather yelled, hopping into his arms.
"Thank ye sweetheart, how did mummy do?"
"Terrific!"
"Awe, thanks Heather,"
"MUMMY YE DID GREAT!" Mary screamed, "Ye too daddy!" she giggled.
"Where's Stel?" I asked.
"With auntie Jude, she'll be here soon," Heather uttered.
"Alright, daddy and I are tired, so we're gonna go home as soon as Jude gets here. Kay?"
"Okay mum," the girls spoke in unison.
"Girls, what did I say about runnin off!" Jude complained as she walked through the door with Stella on her hip.
"Hey Jude," Jude let out a chuckle, "I get, Paul did a song about ye, let it go," I laughed back, "anyway, I've been meanin to tell ye, to tell George, congratas on his new album, its probably one of the best things I've ever heard!" Paul cleared is throat, "I said probably McCartney, calm down,"
"Yeah, Jude it is really good," Paul finally said.
"I'll be sure to tell him. I think he'll be very pleased. Anyway," she said, handing Stella to me, "I gotta go. I feel bad leavin Dhani alone with George for so long,"
"He left ye alone with Dhani for 4 months!"
"Yes, but I'm the mother, it's different," she laughed, "te ta,"
"Bye," everyone said.

When we got home, we put the kids to bed, which was rather easy. They were all tuckered out from the concert, which was an advantage for us. When we got into our room after all the kids were sleeping Paul grabbed my waist and pushed me agaist a wall and began kissing my neck.

"What the fuck are ye doin," I chuckled.
"We need to celebrate yer first concert," he quickly said as he unbuttoned my trousers.
"No Paul, I'm tired,"
"Please Michelle," he whined, "it's been nearly 4 years since we've had sex! I get it, ye don't want another kid, but come on! With holdin sex for 4 years! That's a little too far!"
I rolled my eyes and thought to myself. Then I cracked Paul a smile and whispered, "fine, fuck me McCartney," I bit my bottom lip as he began unbuttoning my shirt.
I did the same to him. I leaned in and began kissing him passionately. That night was honestly amazing. It was my first concert, and I didn't pass out, the kids were well behaved, and I was having sex for the first time in 4 years.

Paul and I woke up the next morning, happy as can be. It was a normal and for once calm day. No crazed fans were surrounding the house, the kids were well behaved, Martha didn't bark a lot, and Wings didn't have a concert that night. We were finally free for a night. For once we could be a normal family, and it was the best feeling in the world.

A week later Paul had to head over to the recording studio to meet with the manager about an upcoming Wings tour. The kids were excited about traveling and missing school. Little did they know, they were all getting tutors while we're on tour so they'd be caught up when they return to school. When Paul returned home, he was happy as a clam.

"Michelle," he yelled walking through the frot door. He walked into the living room to find all the kids sitting on the couch watching the telly. "Hey girls, where's yer mother?"
"Bathroom," Mary uttered.
"Kay, enjoy yer show," He walked out and walked upstairs to the master bath. He eagirly knocked on the door. "Michelle, open up! I have great news!"
I slowly opened the door and let Paul in.
"I can't go on tour Paul,"
"What? Why not?"
"I'm late," I whispered.
"What...a-are ye sure?" he nervously asked. I nodded as a tear ran down my face. Paul let out a sigh and rubbed my back. "Well, what do ye wanna do?"
"What do ye mean?"
"Do ye want me goin on tour?"
"Depends, how long will the tour be?"
"About 11 months..."
"Fuck," I whispered.
"I won't go if ye don't want me too,"
"Ye can't go! I'm yer pianist!"
"Oh yeah," he chuckled.
"Paul, I don't want another kid," I whined.
"I know," we sat in silence for a bit, "do ye wanna keep it?"
"Not really,"
"I'll make ye deal,"
"Which is?"
"If it's a girl, even though it will be very hard for me, we'll give it up,"
"And if it's boy?"
"Then we keep it. Deal?"
"Deal," I whispered.
As I stood in the bathroom with my arms folded across my stomach, Paul lifted up my shirt to reveal my stomach.
"Ye better be a boy," he whispered as he kissed my stomach.
"I love ye,"
"I love ye too," he said as he gave me a tight hug. "C'mon, let's go downstairs,"
"Okay,"
He wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked downstairs. "Mum, the phone we ringin, so I answered it," Heather said with the phone in her hand.
"Who is it?"
"Ringo,"
"Why is he callin?" Paul sounded annoyed.
"Lucy's in the hospital, somethin about babies,"
"Oh, she's prenant, probably just had her kid. Lemme see the phone," she handed it to me.
"Hey Richie, what's up?"
"I had another son, thought ye guys should know,"
"What's his name?" I asked, trying to sound interested.
"Jason,"
"Well congrats Rings,"
"Thank ye Michelle. So are ye and Paul gonna have anymore kids?"
"Actually, I just found out that I'm pregnant,"
"Well, congratuations Michelle,"
"Thanks, bye Richie," I hung up the phone and turned around to find a bug eyed Heather at my feet.
"Yer pregnant?" she asked.
"Mhmm," I gave her a fake smile.
"Again?" she whined.
"Yeah...again,"
"Do I have to share my room?"
"No," I chuckled, "we have enough room in the house for another baby,"
"So I don't have to share my room?"
"Nope,"
"YAY!" she cheered.
"But, just know that we're not goin on tour. Are ye okay with that?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's fine,"
"Okay," I whispered back.

I lead her back to the living room and sat her on the couch. Paul and I joined the kids on the couch and soon Martha hopped on with us. Is this what it feels like to be a normal family? Cause if it is...then I could get use to it.