Nothing's Gonna Change My World

Chapter 4

Lucy

George and I finished our dinner and we left. We held hands and we walks around downtown Liverpool. "Tell me 'bout yer George." George said.

I think. "George is now 2 years old. He looked exactly like ye. Me .... husband never understood it. But I just pretended that he was ours." I said. George just squeezed my hand in reassurance.

He kisses me on the cheek. "Have ye told the boys that ye wanted to propose?" I asked.

"Uh no. I told Pattie 'cause I screaming at her 'bout the acid tabs thing." George said.

"But other wise no. It was me dirty little secret." George whispered huskily into my ear and I giggled.

We walk into their flat.

"Oi! 'Ello ye lovebirds!" John yelled. I blushed.

"Uh we have somethin' we would like to say." George announced.

I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"We're engaged!" I squeal.

Ringo's jaw went slack.

"Great Hari!" John smiles.

"Oh Lucy this is wonderful!" Paul smiles. He walks up to me and hugs me. Ringo just sits there, silently.

I glance at Ringo, and his eyes are cold. He gets up and storms out of the room. "What's up his arse?" George asks.

Paul looks at John. John shrugs. He should be happy for me. He knew how much I love George.

I push thoughts about Ringo to the back of my mind.

"So when is the date?" John asks.

"We haven't decided that yet." George sheepishly said.

"We have all the time in the world, George." I smile. Valentine's Day, it's around the corner!

"Isn't Valentines day comin' up?" I ask.

"Yeah, why?" George said.

"What 'bout then?" I ask, hopeful. His eyes light up.

"It's perfect!" He kissed me.

"Great!" I smile.

~ Couple days later~

I was running myself ragged preparing my wedding. My body was running on the leftover caffeine in my system from excessive Earl Grey teas. Ringo had been no where to be found this whole time I've been back. I met Cynthia, John's wife and Jane, Paul's girlfriend.

They've been such of a help. They're trying to help me pick out a dress, but so far we're outta luck.

"Cyn this is the fiftieth dress I've tried on! There's nothin' special 'bout this one!" I pout, on the verge of tears.

"Aw now there Lucy, just find another one. I bet the next one is the one." She said, consoling me like a child. She had Julian sleeping in his carriage.

I walked around, hopeless. Then one caught my eye. I ran to it. It was perfect. It was like a ball gown. It had a purple bow around it. I got it off of the rack and I raced to my fitting room.

I got it on and stared at the mirror. I raced out to Cynthia. She gaped at my dress.

"This is the one!" I exclaim.

"This is the one." I say much more calmer. I saw my life with George become more apparent, and clear. This was meant for me.

"This is the one."