Yesterday

III

Today is the day I get to see my Dad. James McCartney, son of Paul McCartney. Mom had a mental breakdown last night when we were packing. It was funny at some parts, I couldn't blame her though. Gage those that it was a good idea I meet my Dad.

Knock knock

I opened the door quickly and saw him. My Dad. He looked in much younger in person. My Mom didn't care to look at Dad, we said goodbye and got loaded up in the taxi.

"I'm glad you agreed to this, Bethany." My Dads accent was strong and made me think of who I'm related to.

"I was surprised at first when I found out you were my dad." I said, my face turning pale at the thought.

"Yeah, well, your family will be waiting at home for us. So, I've heard you love The Beatles?" Dad chuckled.

"You should see my room." I rolled my eyes. "I'm excited to learn more about music also."

"That's good." My Dad smirked and looked at me. I just noticed how much he looks like Paul McCartney. "In a couple of days we have a concert put on for George Harrison. You can meet Yoko, Ringo and his family and Olivia and Dhani."

I nodded my head and played with my phone case. Filly got to come along. She's, sadly, being transporting in a different car and a different plane.

***

We hopped off the plane in London and I already know tons about my Dad. Signed me up to go to the same school as Zeke Starkey's son, Drake, and Mary's daughter, Linda, named after my Grandma. We approached the pick-up station for our luggage.

"Where is Filly going to be? She needs her medicine." I said and my Dad gave me a oh-I'm - sorry- I- didn't- think - about -that look.

"She will be at the house when we get there." My Dad gave me a weak smile and we moved to the next taxi. I sighed and looked down at my guitar case. Here goes nothing.

***

"FILLY!" I nearly screamed when my old puppy came hobbling over to me.

"Shes a sweet girly." I looked up and the one and only Nancy McCartney looked down at me. My heart almost stopped. If she's here then..

"Very sweet." Paul Mc- I mean Grandpa wrapped his arm around Nancy's waist. "I'm your Grandpa, just incase you didn't know."

"I-I" I just stared at the two and Filly waged her tail, licking my face. I giggled.

"Dad, she's a little of a -" Dad shook his head and made a clumsy face.

"Oh". Grandpa chuckled. "Well I hope it's not weird I'm your Grandpa.

"No, it's perfectly fine!" I let out. I smiled up to the couple and my Dad took a deep breath.

"Well let me show you to your room." Dad led me to my room and I sat on the white bed. The room was huge, just as the house. It had beautiful blue curtains, a white bed with gorgeous light blue, tiger patterned bed sheets and blankets. There was a white dresser across the room and my own personal bathroom. "Do you like it?"

I looked up at my Dad and nodded. "I love it Dad." His face turned nearly white when I said that and I gave him a huge hug. It was just about 11pm in London.

"Well we should get some shud eye, see you in the morning hon." Dad said closing the door. I smiled to my self and hit the hay quickly.