Here to Stay- Paul McCartney

Chapter Twenty-Nine- Little Child?

We finally arrived at the hospital and Paul carried me in. I didn't understand where this sudden strength was coming from, but boy was it helpful. Once the nurses saw who had just walked in, the younger ones started freaking out, but the older ones rushed right over to help, one of them scolding the younger girls on the way there. I was placed in a wheelchair and they took me to a room on the labor and delivery floor, with Paul following closely behind. 

Once I was all settled in, it didn't take long for the action to start. I squeezed Paul's hand as the doctor came in and I began to push. After 5 minutes of pushing, our daughter arrived into this world. Mary Margo McCartney was quickly cleaned up and placed into my arms. Paul was delicately stroking her tiny face and holding her little hand when she wrapped a finger around his and he began to cry.

"We did it, Paul." I smiled at him. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on my lips. 

"Here, Paul. You hold her." I placed Mary in his arms and he held her like he was holding the most expensive, and thinnest piece of glass in the world. I knew he was going to be a great father. Suddenly, something didn't feel quite right.

"Doctor? Is it still supposed to feel like there is a baby inside me?" I asked cautiously. Paul's head shot up, giving me a look of concern.

"Well, you have to deliver the placenta, but I will check and see if everything is okay."

The doctor began examining me and all of the nurses gasped.

"I can see why you are feeling that way, Mrs. McCartney."

"Well, why is that?" Paul asked.

"There is another baby." The doctor responded coolly.

"What!?" I shrieked.

"I get to be a daddy times two!" Paul squealed. "Are you alright love?" Paul immediately changed his excitement to concern.

"Yes, Paul. Well, let's get this show on the road. Baby McCartney take two."

The doctor chuckled at my remark and the nurses prepared for another baby to enter this world.

Before I knew it, the baby was out.

"It's a boy!" The doctor said.

"I guess he will be the quiet, shy one. Hiding in the background, the little sweetheart." One of the nurses said as she took him to be cleaned up. Her comment gave me an idea.

"Do you have a name?" The other nurse asked.

Paul looked at me. "Maverick?"

"I have something better in mind."

"And what is that?" Paul smiled at me. I think he knew where I was going with this.

"George Maverick McCartney?" I asked Paul.

"It's perfect." He placed a kiss on my lips, still holding Mary.

"George Maverick McCartney." Paul told the nurse. She smiled, knowing that this new baby had been named after none other than the quiet Beatle himself. During my pregnancy, George and I had grown close. Maybe because he and Pattie were struggling to have their own children, or just because he needed a friend during these rough times. Paul understood completely, and since George was his childhood best friend, we loved our decision.

The next day, I, along with Mary and George, were released from the hospital. Paul drove us home and helped unload the car. Surprisingly, no fans were outside the gate. Paul unloaded all of the bags from the car and I carried in the twins in their separate carriers. The other Beatles were informed that we gained one more family member than expected, but they didn't know the names yet. We walked into the house to find John, Linda, George, Pattie, Ringo, Maureen, along with little Zak and Jason, gathered in our living room. 

"Welcome! Table for McCartney, party of four?" John greeted, getting a laugh out of everyone in the room. The girls came round to see the babies, each of them cooing at them and telling me how precious they were.

"Introduce us to the newest McCartney's, won't you?" George asked.

"Of course, George." I responded smiling at him

They all returned to their seats in the living room and Paul grabbed little George's carrier, while I grabbed Mary's, carrying the babies in front of the couch.

"First of all, this is Mary Margo McCartney." I said picking up Mary from her carrier.

The girls awed at the name and the boys clapped softly.

"This one, our little guy who decided he wanted to be quiet and hide in the background, is George Maverick McCartney, if you can guess why." Paul smiled.

George's face lit up with the biggest smile I had ever seen out of him.

"He named after this one then?" Ringo asked, pointing to George.

"Most definitely." I smiled at George. He got up and gave me a gentle hug, seeing that I just gave birth.

"Thank you." George whispered in my ear.

"Of course, George."

"Would you like to hold him?" Paul asked George.

"Can I?" George asked excitedly.

"Of course." George took little George into his arms and held him, slightly rocking back and forth. It was absolutely precious.

I looked over to Pattie and saw a tear running down her face. I went over to her and held out my hand.

"Let's go into the kitchen." I whispered to her.

We walked into the kitchen, tears still rolling down her face.

"I'm sorry, Pattie." I said to her.

"For what? You have nothing to be sorry for."

I paused a moment. "Would you and George like to be their Godparents?"

"Well, what would we have to do?"

"If something terrible ever happens to Paul and I, you and George would become the guardians of Mary and little George."

"We'd love too. I pray nothing bad happens to you too, though."

"Thank you, Pattie."

"We have a surprise for you upstairs."

We went back into the living room to find all of the boys talking and looking over little George, while Linda and Maureen were chatting, watching Zak and Jason play on the floor.

"Girls, should we take the new parents upstairs and show them our little surprise?"

"Yes!!" Maureen squealed.

They led us upstairs and into the nursery Paul and I had prepared for just one child to find that there was now another matching crib, along with twice the toys, books, and stuffed animals.

"You guys!" I said in shock.

"Thank you all so much!" I placed Mary in one of the cribs, seeing that she was about to fall asleep. Paul did the same with little George, carefully placing a stuffed animal beside him

"I might mention, that dinner for all of us will be delivered in about 10 minutes." George said, looking at his watch.

"You lot are amazing." Paul said.

How right he was. What a life we had, now with two more people to love, and more to come I'm sure. Things could not possibly get any better.