Tomorrow Couldn't Come Any Faster

Chapter 20: The End part 1

*7 years later*
"Ma! The neighbors invited me over! Can I go play basketball with them?" "Sure, Dawson. Make sure you come back before dinner!" I say. My boy is now 7! I can't believe it. Me and Paul haven't even spent one day apart in our marriage, and our love is more vibrant than ever. The Beatles have blown up all over the damn world, and I get to go along everywhere with him! We are both in our mid twenties and have been to almost every country already! Not to mention that Dawson goes with us sometimes. His favorite place is New York City, but we as a family decided to move to Scotland. We rarely are there anyways, due to recording and all that busy stuff. A few years ago, this girl almost died trying to mail herself the The Beatles! What the hell? I mean, I can see why, because Paul and all the other lads are damn gorgeous.
"Hello love" Paul says kissing my cheek. "You're back!" I say excitedly and wrap my arms around his neck. "What song have you recorded today?" He gives a funny look, and says "helter skelter. I think Ringo is done for a year." And laughs. "Where's Dawson?" He questions "at the neighbors." I say. He gives a worried look. "Well he has a doctors appointment, because they need to set him up for a date for chemo therapy. He shouldn't be outside, Juliette. Ill go get him, wait in the car for me," shit. I totally forgot. I run over to the car and hop in the passengers seat. I wait for about 10 minutes, when the two boys get in the car. "Ready?" Paul says. "All set," I reply, and starts driving to the doctors office.
We get there about 5 minutes late. "Appointment for Dawson McCartney" I say to the lady. He gestures is to sit down. When the nurse comes in the waiting room, she asks, "Is this the McCartney family?" "Yes, it is." Paul replies. She waves is over to her, so we get up and walk. "Follow me, we're just going to run a few tests." The lady says. She takes his blood, checks his eyes, feels his bones and skin, and checks his hearing. "I think we should start radiation next week, the symptoms are just a but worse than a month ago, and we don't want the cancer spreading to his brain. Good thing this isn't terminal, but we have to start soon or else that is what it will become." Next week? That's when the boys are recording the rest of the album, not like that's important right now. "I'll stay with him Paul, you go to the studio whenever you need." "No. I need to be here for our son. I can take a short break. John knows how to sing." He grasps onto my hand.
When were finished, we go back to the house, to have a silent night.