The Beatles Through History

Chapter 21

Pauls POV

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I woke up and began to feel cold. I didn't have any clothes on, just a diaper. 

Yes, a few days ago i was changed into a baby. Why? I wish i knew. If only i could ask John. Pete doesn't want us to talk, i guess. And plan something out. But anyways, Ringo and John were only here. I never saw George either. I was worried about him.

"Here you are Paul. Your awake, good." My mum smiled and slipped some clothes onto me. She lifted me up and i cuddled next to her. My eyes began to fall sleepily over my eyes, but i had to stay awake. 

"Ringo, John. Can you watch the boys while i go shopping?" My mum put my on the floor so i could play. 

Looked up and saw Ringo, with a grin. Why did he have to see me like this? It was embarrassing. 

"Sure. How long?" He asked.

"Oh less then an hour. Hopefully. Ill giv you a ring, if i find a phone booth." She giggled.

"Alright." Ringo nodded.

My mum stumbled and placed her hand over her right side. I tried to help her, but for got i couldn't walk, and fell over.

"You alright?" Ringo asked, helping her up and then coming over to help me.

"Im fine." She smiled. "Just lost my balance, standing up you know." She smiled.

She was having pains, i knew it. Why was it happening now? I had to tell Ringo, somehow. I could figure it out.

She gathered her jacket and purse and walked out. Ringo watched her out the window and came back into the room.

"Well, Paulie, what do you want to do?"

I sat down and stared at him. He chuckled a bit.

"Nod."

I nodded for him.

"Good, now, lets see- can you say anything? A word?"

I attempted but nothing came out. I couldn't say it well, it came out baby talk.

"Forget it. Want to play?" 

I crawled over to him and got in his lap. Thought i felt silly, i curled up next to him. I wish i wasn't trapped in here, since i could think big, but i did everything small. If that made sense.

Ringo sighed and picked me up. Carried me to the piano and sat down.

"Can you play?"

I looked up at him then at the piano. I could but i couldn't, if that makes sense. I hid my face between his neck and shoulder. 

"Well?"

I looked up and saw John standing by us. I reached my arms out towards him. He took me willingly.

I looked at him, trying to send him a message saying, 'tell me whats going on'. This had to work.

"Now Paul, don't look at me that way. I cant help it if you were changed into this."

I tilted my head a bit, indicating that i didn't understand.

"Pete, did this because he doesn't want the band together. You know? George isn't here, and he's not born. Ringo is older then me and you. He's at least 8."

I nodded my head.

"You taught him to do that?" John looked up at RIngo and smiled.

I frowned and hit him with my hand, it wasn't great force at all, but John's smile went away.