Maggie Mae and her John Lennon (Complete)

Chapter 36

                 Five Months Later

      Maggie's POV

    I was four months pregnant. I thought that being my third pregnancy now, I'd be used to the aches and vomiting by now. Hell no.

   Paul was more excited than me, being this his first child I had the honor of carrying. I tried to be excited but the final part of my therapy required me to use a cane.

    Max's birthday had passed a week ago, he was now officially my little five years old(Sorry for any confusion about his age, just ignore  a previous one I might have given)

   And a "big boy now," as he proclaimed. Yes, a big boy that still found his way into his mummy and daddy's bed every night. I hadn't thought about John for weeks. Max called him regularly and that was the closest contact he'd received from his father.

    After all those promises, blown away into the wind like old party streamers. John didn't even have the decency to call Max on his birthday. The poor child waited all day for his daddy to call but he never did. Thankfully Paul took over and spoiled the kid.

     Paul and I were having a bit of problem on the other hand. The American women he'd been sleeping with, Linda, was joining Wings.

   I screamed and told Paul to kick her out but he refused, saying what a great asset she was to the band etc, etc. He swore it was strictly business between them but I kept my eyes trained on them. As long as I lived she'd never set foot in my house ever again.

I was angry with Paul but informed him I'd be joining him on his American tour which would start next week.

Max would spend time with my parents. Paul wasn't overjoyed I was going with him because I was pregnant and he didn't want me to stress myself.

The first stop was in New York. I wondered if I'd see John. I preferred not to, it hurt still to think about him, let alone be around him with Paul getting so jealous lately.

New York 3:30 PM

    I strolled through Central Park, my cane tapping against the ground. I was dressed in a tight pencil skirt with a high slot on the side, and a buttoned-up jacket with a stylish hat with my hair tucked underneath.

  I had decided to take a stroll, while Paul napped, getting rested for his concert this evening. I eventually found a nice park bench overlooking a duck pond and slipped on my cat eye reading glasses(hipster glasses) and opened my current reading book.

I was so absorbed in my book I was unaware of the man standing in front of me.

"Maggie?" I tore my eyes away from my book and stared at him.

John.

"Hi, John." I gave him a warm smile that he returned. My eyes traveled down to the baby pram in front of him before going back up to John.

"What're are you doing here? Not here but in New York?" John sat next to me on the bench.

"Paul's having a tour. This is one of our stops." I closed my book, rubbing my fingers over the leather bond cover.

"Right, of course. Is Max here?" John perked up looking for our son.

I shook my head. "No. He's in Liverpool with my parents. We didn't think he was old enough to be traveling all over the country. I had to fight Paul nail and hammer to let me come." I chuckled.

John sent me a quizzical look. "Why? Though he'd want his bird to be with him always." I noted that John didn't refer me as Paul's wife but as his bird, as though we were just dating.

"Well, for one I'm using a cane for a while, cause some of my nerves in my leg haven't fully healed and two," I pulled away my jacket to reveal the small bulge in my stomach. "I'm pregnant."

I smiled and John's face blanked for a few seconds before he offered me a small, somewhat sad smile "Congrats love."

I quickly changed the subject before things became weird. "Have you heard my new song?" I recently, with Paul's encouragement had released a single song, titled 'You Don't Own Me.'

"Yeah. It's very good Maggie. Never knew you could sing." I shrugged before turning my attention to the pram.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me to the youngest of your sons?" I smiled as John's face lit up again and he pulled the pram closer to me. A tiny little chubby face lay sleeping in the pram, completely oblivious to the world around him.

  "Oh John's he's beautiful." I smiled and gently stroked the baby's cheek with a finger.

  Sean yawned before blinking his eyes open. He gazed at me with curious brown eyes before smiling  and reaching for me.

  "Aww, you're so cute...You look like a cute little panda bear! Yes, you do! Oh, you are a beautiful little boy, you look so much like your brothers." I cooed and faced John to ins him staring at me.

  His expression weirded me out, it was a mixture of sad, happy and wistful. I cleared my throat before smirking at John.

   "So no little girls? Just three handsome boys eh?" John blinked coming out of his state and grinned shaking his head.

"Guess so. So what about the McCartney heir? You expecting a boy or girl?"

  I shook my head stroking my stomach. "I don't know. I kinda want a girl, I know I have Lucy but I missed so much of her life and I already have Max and Julian spends so much time with us....."

"Julian spends lots of time with you?" John frowned, seemingly confused.

"Yeah. After what happened he admitted to seeing me as a second mother. Plus he loves his brother dearly." I shrugged.

John said nothing for a while, I checked my watch and realized it was getting late.

   "I have to go John. I have to help Paul get ready for his concert." I stood up pulling out my cane.

"How long are you in New York for?" John asked standing up also.

"Two more days than off to Georgia."

"I'd like to see you again before you leave. "

I bit my lip. "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, John."

  He took my hands and rubbed them coming closer to me. It was then I realized how skinny he had gotten.

Oh, John.....

"Please, Maggie Mae." He begged. I sighed, knowing I'd regret it, nodded. "Ok. I'll call you when I'm free again." I leaned down and kissed Sean's cheek before kissing John's.

"Goodbye John." I walked away.