Tomorrow Couldn't Come Any Faster

Chapter 18

We quietly drive back to my house. We have to tell my dad. I truly don't know what he would think, I am legally an adult anyways. I sure he won't be mad, I mean, Paul and I are getting married next week. He get out of the car, and walk in. "Hey all and Julie, what's happening?" Says daddy. "We have so,e surprising news to tell you," Paul says, sounding excited. Well, at least he's not ashamed. Me and Paul sit on the plaid couch, and daddy sits on the chair across from us. "So what's the bloody scoop?" He says, looking back and forth between each of us. Paul looks at me, expecting me to tell. "Well, ya see, I started to throw up today, so we went to the doctors. Daddy, I'm going to be a mom." His jaw drops. His face gets red. Not with anger, but of tears. He doesn't say anything. He comes over to me, and gives me the tightest and most secure hug I've ever gotten from him in my life. I felt relieved, that daddy wasn't angry. "I'm going to be a grandpa" he says, and gets up and walks away.
Now time for Paul's dad. We walk over to his house, and walk in. Mike is there. "Where's pa?" "In the bathroom," he says. We sit at the kitchen table, waiting for James to come out. Eventually he does, and he looks at us. "Can we talk to you?" I say. He comes over. Paul yells at mike to get over too, I mean, he needs to hear this also. They sit down. Now it's Paul's time to say. "I'm gonna say three very important words. That's it." Paul says to them. James nods, and there is a silence for a few seconds. "I'm a daddy" he says. "James Paul McCartney! You are 19. Sure you're out of my care, but you're living in my house. You already are getting married next week as it is. Can't you slow things down?" He's not yelling, but I can tell that he's upset. Mike just walks away. James finally blurts out a few words, quietly. "Paul, I need you to get a place of your own. If you can't follow my rules, you can't live here." We get up from the table. I gives Paul's hand a tight squeeze. We walk out, and go to my drive way to get in his car. He just sits there for a second, with the keys in his hand. "I'm relieved." He says. Really? He just got kicked out of his house, and he's relieved? Whatever. Maybe he's just shocked or something. "It's a good thing. Me and me lads and you can get a flat together here in Liverpool. Closer to the cavern." I'm a really gonna live with him? That would be amazing.
We start to drive. I don't know where. But as long as I'm with him, I'll go anywhere. "What if it's a girl?" He asks. "You name it" I say. "Hmmm.... Savannah." That really is a beautiful name. I thought of it, and imagine a beautiful baby who would grow up to be smart, and amazing. "That sounds perfect," I say. We drive for almost 10 minutes. We're at the beach. Yes, I know what you're thinking, and yes, it is that beach. It's 8:00 at night. We walk into the soft sand holding hands, with the wind slightly blowing at us. We hear crickets chirp, waves slowly crashing to shore, but best of all, I'm with Paul. No one else is here. It's a pretty secluded part of the beach, no foot prints are ever here. I considered it me and Paul's place. And it was. We lay down on Our backs, right next to each other. All is quiet. "I want to get married here." I say, breaking the silence. "Okay." He replies. He tilts his head towards me , and I tilt mine towards him. Our faces are nearly touching. He places his forehead on mine, with his hand on my cheek. He starts to kiss my face. My forehead, my temple, my eyes, my nose, everywhere but my lips. I close my eyes, and then he kisses my lips. A soft one, I can feel his smile on my lips. The perfect, cool night. I rest my head on his chest. And he's stroking my hair. Suddenly, he picks me up. He's walking towards the water. "Don't do it!" I say, he gives me a quick kiss and keeps walking towards the water. "James," I say, and he stops. "Now I'm gonna do it!" He yells, and runs into the water with me in his hands. He drops me in, and I Start to splash him. Now we're all soaking wet. He stops, and puts on a serious face. "God, Juliette, you are stunning. Your eyes in the night are still so bright." He wades closer to me, and now we're touching noses. He slowly whispers "you're beautiful," and bits my lower lip. He slips in his tongue, and lifts me up so I straddle his lower back with my legs. He starts walking towards the car, and opens the back seat. He lays me down, shut the door behind him, and straddles me. He takes his shirt off. He leans over, and says, "you are perfect" and kisses my neck. He kisses all down my arms, all the way to my fingers. He takes each individual finger and kisses them. He presses his naked body against mine, and I feel my nails digging into his back. He brings his face close to mine, and a bit of sweat glides down his nose. I lean up to kiss him. I push his hair back, bring his face closer to mine, and say, " No Paul, you're perfect."