Maggie Mae and her John Lennon (Complete)

Chapter 35

Life became normal and routine after the new McCartney family returned to England before traveling up to High Park Farm. It was a little difficult at first for a Maggie, adjusting to living on a 183 acre farm in Scotland, tending to the land and animals, but she soon grew to love it, especially the horses and sheep, as the lambs proved too adorable to resist and the former she was well acquainted with, having learned to ride from an early age.

Her mother had paled at the idea of her daughter living on a farm part time, but after some eye blinking and sweet smiles from Paul, with reassurance he'd keep her daughter safe, her mother gave her blessing for new home. Her father, an easier man to please had roped Paul into a stag hunting trip the first time the in-laws had ventured to the McCartney land.

Soon Maggie became so accustomed to her farm life and the land that she could practically drive into town with her eyes closed and it was one particular Friday afternoon that she drove into town with Max to purchase some ingredients in order to make a apple pie in celebration of Paul delivering his first lamb.

With a smile, she listened to her son ramble on and on about the new lamb and what adventures they'd go on that she's didn't see the truck who flashed his lights indicating his breaks were gone until it was too late.

Maggie's POV

I finally came to consciousness and I was immediately hit with a sharp pounding in my skull. Squinting, my eyes scrunched under the bright translucent lights of the hospital room I was occupying and the steady beep of a heart monitor was the only sound I could hear.

  Shortly after I awoke, a doctor came and explained that I been in a medically induced coma for three months while my body healed from the emergency surgery preforms on lung that had been punctured. Miraculously, Max didn't have a scratch, but had been attending sessions with a child psychiatrist for evaluation as routine required.

   Paul had come second into the room, embracing and kissing me repeatedly. He told me how he'd nearly had a nervous breakdown after he found out about my accident and how his friend Linda (who had done some photography for the Beatles and Wings) had been helping him out with the kids, cooking and helping him keep a level head and how her own daughter a serving as a companion for the kids. 

   My parents arrived the next day and I'd never seen my mother cry like she did that day. I myself was crying, just being in my mother's arms. George surprisingly stopped and with my comfort and joy, our Lucy. I held my oldest child to my chest and closed my eyes, wishing to never let go. I stared up at George who had a sad smile on his face and I opened my arm and he fell into us, the three of us coiled in a tight web of love.

   I was placed in a wheelchair when we were finally discharged, Paul came to the hospital with a bouquet of roses and with a big smile on his face kissing me.

While I was in recovery, Paul became a little house husband, cooking and cleaning and taking care of his stepson. He was so good to me, helping me bathe and dress.

"You're too good to me Jamie." I kissed him once he and set dinner in front of us and he beamed.

"You deserve it my darling." He nuzzled his nose against mine and I smiled slightly.

  Part of my therapy required light dancing to allow me the use of my leg. Paul enjoyed it when I did "the washing machine" for him.

   Sometimes, I wondered about John. the only Lennon I'd heard from was Julian, who kept in contact especially during my time with John when I pushed for the father and son to have a good relationship. He seemed to have found aa second mother in me which touched my heart. A few times I got the urge to call John, but with his new son, I didn't feel right bothering him.