From The Beatles: Book 2 {COMPLETED}

#19: George

Imagine, sitting on your porch watching the rain fall down. You caressed your body in your bedsheets, nothing underneath. You wouldn't give a care in the world, an isolated house in the fields is what you needed.

You felt inspiration, feeling the need to paint. You always loved to make portraits of your loved ones, especially George. You sat in one of the old rocking chairs, biting your lip. You could just imagine everything in your head, George looking out in the distance, with Lily's surrounding him.

You couldn't ask for more than seeing the colors warm up on his skin. You sat there for as you felt forever, just enjoying your mind visualize a beautiful picture of your husband. You heard the door open quietly, seeing George give you a warm smile.

"I don't know how you do it love, but you've accomplished stealing my heart." He smiles, kissing your temple.

You smile widely, "Well it wasn't easy showing how much I liked you."

George took your hand, guiding you to your art room. He opened the door, admiring your work. You don't know how many paintings you had, but you knew the one in your head would be apart of your heart as well.

"Paint me like one of your French girls." He laughed.

"Give me a couple of hours and it can happen."

~*~

You spread the lilac delicately, making your finishing touches on the wonderful painting you visualized earlier that day. Every half an hour George would stop by to visit, give you something to eat, or just even watch you create the work you do.

"And...done." You sigh, smiling at the finished painting.

"George! Come see this! I swear you're gonna love me!" You yell.

George came in, panting from running across the house. His expression changed, unsure you were. Was it good? Bad? Sad? In awe?

"Y/n...this is...beautiful. It's like...like Strawberry Fields..." He awes.

"You like it?"

"Like it? I LOVE IT." He says, picking you up bridal style.

You press your lips to his, "Where's my reward?"

He smirks, "And that's where the bed comes in to help."

George carried you up the stairs, letting the day carry on with all of his loving. <3

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long but I got this idea out of nowhere. Short but it's something. Vote, comment!