Here to Stay- Paul McCartney

Chapter Twenty-Eight- Baby It's You

Time was flying and I was now deep into my pregnancy, like almost about to pop. The boys were currently taking a little break from recording, mainly at Paul's request, since I was due to give birth every day. Paul and I had chosen the names we wanted if it was a boy or a girl. If our baby was a girl, her name would be Mary Margo McCartney. If it was a boy, his name would be Maverick Maine McCartney. It seemed that both of us really liked names that started with the letter "M". Paul had just returned home from the store and I was upstairs in the nursery. We had decided to make it neutral so it would work for either gender. The walls were tan, but the blankets were all sorts of different colors. Some woven, some quilts. It screamed "I was born in the late 1960's" if you asked me.

"I'm home, love!" Paul yelled from downstairs.

"I'll be down in a minute!" I yelled back, before finishing putting away the baby clothes we had. People had given us clothes for either gender. We knew we wanted more than one child so hopefully they all wouldn't be the same gender. I made my way downstairs and Paul was in the kitchen serving up a pizza he had brought home for dinner.

"I knew you wouldn't want to cook, and since I'm not as good as you, I just picked up a pizza."

"Yay! I've been wanting pizza today, actually." I told him as I hugged him. He placed a kiss on my lips and we sat down to eat dinner.

We finished up our dinner and Paul helped me up the stairs to get into the bath. He ran the water and filled the tub with vanilla scented soap. I got in the tub and Paul was about to leave.

"Join me, won't you?" I asked him.

"Of course, darling." Paul removed his clothes and got into the tub with me. I sat between his legs and he wrapped his arms around the top of my overly large belly.

"March of 1968 already. I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday we met back in 1964. Doesn't it, love?" Paul said.

"It really does. You know, it's kind of weird to me. How time moves, it seems like it just doesn't exist. I mean, I guess it doesn't because it's made up, but it still makes since because of the Earth's orbit and all-" I was cut off when Paul started chuckling.

"What are you on about, darling?"

"I don't even know. Pregnancy brain, I guess. Or I'm tired, I don't know."

Paul and I enjoyed the bath together and then we got out. He dried himself off then proceeded to dry me off. Once he was finished, he went to the bedroom to get us our pajamas. Suddenly, I knew it was go time. My water had broken.

"Paul?!" I yelled questioningly.

"I'll be there in a second, love!"

"Bring another towel, would you?" I asked calmly.

"Why? I just dried you off!"

"My water just broke!" I yelled at him. 

I heard hurried footsteps frantically running down the hallway.

Paul started mumbling to himself and quickly threw on his pajamas. Then, faster than lightning, Paul got me dressed in my pajamas and scooped me up into his arms.

"Paul, you're going to throw your back out! I can walk."

"No no no no no. I got you, love. It's okay." Paul nearly ran down the stairs and grabbed his keys off of the buffet table in the foyer and carried me off to his car. He gently placed me down into the front seat and buckled me in. He ran around the car and hopped in, cranking the car as he sat down. We were out of the gate in a second, the few fans who still stood around peeking in the windows and jumping in excitement. At least they were happy for me now and not wanting to claw my eyes out. We were driving towards the hospital at a fast, but relatively safe speed when Paul finally caught his breath enough to speak.

"Ready to have a baby?"

"Let's go with that." I smiled at him, reassuring him. This was it. We were no longer going to be a family of two, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened at the hospital.