Maybe I'm Amazed~Threequel to I Wanna Be Your Man~

Chapter 4

Alice's P.O.V

April 17, 1970

Today I felt was a really good day for Paul. His first solo album was released today. He called it McCartney. He had actually been working on it since December and he finished it off in February. I helped him provide some vocals since he wanted me to and there was no way I was going to say no to him. There was one song though, that he would not let me hear until the album was released. Paul and I were getting ready for a day trip to London to promote the release of the album.

"Mommy! I want to go with you" Ethel said

"It's just going to be a day Ethel. Daddy and I will be back tomorrow. Helen's going to stay with you" I said

"Yeah Ethel. We're going to have fun" Helen said

"Okay. I'll miss you and daddy" Ethel said

"We'll miss you too" I said. I gave Ethel a hug. Paul came up behind me. He placed his hand on the small of my back.

"Love, you ready to go?" Paul asked

"Yeah" I said.

"Try to have fun you two" Helen said.

"We will" I said

~

When Paul and I arrived in London, there was paparazzi and press everywhere. We got to our limo and it started to take us to our hotel where we would be spending the night.

"Love, when we get to the hotel, I want you to hear the song I've been keeping secret from you" Paul said

"I can't wait" I said. He smiled and grabbed my hand.

~

When we got to the hotel and up to our room, Paul immediately wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You look absolutely stunning today, love" Paul said

"Thanks" I said

"Can I sing you that song now?" Paul asked

"Yes please" I said. We walked over to a chair. Paul sat down and then he sat me on his lap.

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you
Maybe I'm amazed at the the way you pulled me out of time
And hung me on a line
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you

Maybe I'm a man and maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand

Maybe I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand

Maybe I'm a man and maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand

Maybe I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when I'm wrong
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you

I couldn't help but stare and smile at him.

"I wrote that song about you and how you made me feel better" Paul said

"I love it Paul" I said

"I was hoping you would" Paul said. He leaned in and kissed me.

"We've got a bit of time before that release party, you know" Paul said as he started stroking the inside of my thigh.

"How do you suggest we spend that time?" I said. Paul leaned in close to my ear.

"I fuck you until you can't walk anymore" he growled in my ear.

~

At the promotion party, there was a lot of press there. A few reporters came up to Paul and I, asking us both a few questions. Whenever a mention of The Beatles came up and whether they were just taking a break or not came up, I could tell Paul got really uneasy.

"Paul, why don't you get something to drink. I'll be right here when you come back" I said

"But I don't want to leave you" Paul said

"I promise I'll be in this very spot when you come back" I said. Paul nodded and kissed me before walking off. As I waited for Paul, I looked around the room until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see that it was a male reporter.

"Hello" I said. He looked me up and down before smirking at me. I had a really bad feeling about this.

"Hello Mrs. McCartney" he said

"Can I help you?" I asked

"Can I ask you a few questions?" the reporter asked

"I guess it wouldn't hurt" I said

"Can we do it in private?" the reporter asked.

"Excuse me but right here is fine" I said. The reporter moved closer to me so that we were almost chest to chest.

"You're a very beautiful woman and I would like at least five minutes alone with you" the reporter said.

"I am a married woman!" I said

"That doesn't matter to me. Just five minutes" the reporter said. He reached out his hand and touched my cheek.

"You better get your hand off of my wife" I heard Paul said from behind me. The reporter moved his hand away from my face. Paul protectively wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close to him. The reporter just looked at him.

"You're lucky that she's still your wife considering you're not a Beatle anymore. It's only going to be a matter of time before she leaves you" the reporter said. With that, he walked off.

"That prick" I muttered

"Is that true, love?" Paul asked. I turned around to face him.

"Is what true?" I asked

"That you're going to leave me. I already lost a band that meant a lot to me. I don't want to lose my wife as well" Paul said. I cupped his cheeks.

"Paul, listen to me. There is nothing on Earth that's going to make me leave you. Don't listen to what he said. That reporter obviously doesn't know what true love is" I said. I kissed him long and hard. When I pulled away, I looked deep into his brown eyes.

"I love you Paul" I said

"I love you too" Paul said

"I'm tired. Can we head back to the hotel and get some sleep?" I asked

"Okay, love" Paul said. He gave me another kiss before we left for our hotel.