Ringo x Maureen Oneshots (Requests are OPEN!!)

Zak

"Mo, how are ya doin'?" Ringo asked his very pregnant wife. Maureen Starkey was only 19 years old, but she was already pregnant with the couple's first child.

"I'm fine, Ritchie," Maureen sighed, "just tired."

"Alright," Ringo replied, fidgeting with his hands, "do you want me to make you some tea-"

"I'm fine, Ritchie," Maureen replied, "why don't you hang out with the boys."

"Oh, well..." Ringo blushed, "I suppose..."

"So, how's the wife?" Paul smirked as he took off his jacket, revealing his black vest and shirt, "holdin' up alright?"

"Oh, be quiet!" Ringo blushed, "I don't know! She's doing alright, I guess."

"I was the same with Cyn," John replied absentmindedly, "when she had Julian I was a nervous wreck."

"Oh, you were calmer than now, John," George smirked, taking a bite from an apple, "honestly, you acted like it was just a regular day."

"Well, I was nervous inside!" John protested, "I just-"

"You don't show your emotions," Paul waved him off, "we know."

Suddenly, the phone rang. Paul picked it up, put the phone to his ear, and asked, "hello?"

There was a moment of silence before Paul turned to Ringo.

"What is it?" Ringo asked almost instantly. It had to be Maureen. Something about the baby.

"Maureen's gone into labor," Paul told the drummer, "she's on her way to the hospital right now."

Ringo felt as though he was going to faint. He had hardly been at the studio for an hour and already Maureen had gone into labor?!?!

"I shouldn't have left her alone..." he muttered, "I know I shouldn't have..."

"Relax," Paul said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "she's in good hands."

"Should we go?" George asked awkwardly, "I mean, to the hospital?"

"Of course!" John sprung up, "let's go, lads!"

"We can get Brian to drive," George added logically, "because John, you can't drive, Paul, you're terrible at it, and Ringo and me... well..."

"We got our licenses taken from us," Ringo said, embarrassed, "only for a month, but it was for driving under the influence."

"I have sworn to never get drunk again," George added quickly.

"Right..." Paul rolled his eyes as the 4 of them rushed towards Brian, who was reading the paper.

"Brian!" John called, "Brian!"

"What is it, lads?" Brian Epstein, their manager, asked.

"Maureen's gone into labor!" Ringo panted, "like, now! We need to get to the hospital! Like, now!!!!"

"Oh, right!" Brian immediately jumped up, "well, the car's outside lads! Let's get going!"

The 5 men rushed outside, where their car was waiting. Immediately, Ringo flew in, George on his tail. Paul and John jostled in at the same time, but ultimately John got the end seat.

Brian got in the drivers seat, and got it started.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Ringo was tapping his foot impatiently, "we've only got-"

"Maureen is fine, for God's sake!" John threw his hands up in the air, clearly exasperated.

"John, give him a break..." George muttered under his breath, "haven't you experienced this too?"