Here Comes The Sun: Book 2 (Under Editing)

Here Comes The Bride💒

" Reesy Reese Reesy. " I heard Paul's voice above me cooing my nickname. "What is it? " I groaned out sleepily rubbing my eyes. He sat on the bed next to me and wrapped me in a hug. "Its the best day of your life!" I sat up straight in the bed. "What!? But, the wedding isn't for another two weeks!" Paul laughed and gave me a sneeky grin. "What have you and the lads done?" He stood up and went to my closet pulling out my wedding dress. "Today is the day!" Tears touched my eyes, as Paul laid the dress beside me on the bed. "Hurry and get downstairs, you've got a big day ahead of you. And you're gonna need some fuel." Paul walked to the bedroom door motioning me to follow him downstairs. I quickly threw on a robe, and braided my hair, as I walked downstairs. Once I reached the kitchen, I found Paul, John, and Ringo all gathered around the stove. "What are we doing here." I giggled remembering the last time I had one of the lads in the kitchen. The image of Paul wearing my apron floated in my head. Ringo pulled out a chair for me, and I smiled as I sat down. "This madam, is a breakfast fit for a bride. In which you are about to be." Paul flailed his arms around dramatically as he spoke. I laughed nervously. Ringo sat beside me, and gave his famous cheeky grin. I bit my lip to keep a smile from showing through. "What's the matter Claire?" I sighed and couldn't help but smile at Ringo. "Just nervous, I guess. Should I be nervous?" John turned around from the stove, and set a plate of biscuits in the middle of the table. "Well, of course. You have a right to be nervous. I mean you're getting married." I nodded at John's thoughtful words. Paul set a cup of tea in front of me then sat down. "You're gonna be fine." He rubbed my back reassuring me. I took a sip of the hot steamy tea. I looked around the room for the one person who I hadn't seen at all since the night before. "Speaking of all this wedding talk..... Where is my handsome groom?" Paul laughed as he put a biscuit on my plate. "Uh, uh, uh, not so fast. You're not allowed to see him until the wedding my darling." I sighed and puckered my lip. "But I miss him so much!" John frowned and gave Paul a playful punch on the shoulder. "Oh, Paulie can't they see each other for but a moment?" John reached across the table pointing to my puckering lip. "See the pain you are causing this little girl! How dare you make her go through so much!" Paul gave John a smirk. "No, she will see him when it is time."

After that we all quickly ate and drank our tea. I helped the boys clean dishes before we were all off getting ready for the wedding. "I dont understand why I'm so nervous." I said as I scrubbed a plate profusely. Paul took the plate from my hand afraid I might break it if I scrubbed any harder. "Reesy,  I'm telling you, its perfectly normal." I threw the dirty dish rag into the hamper, and began to dry my hands off. "I have known George for over four years now. And never once was I as nervous and afraid as I am now." Paul dried off the last plate, and put it up in the cabnet, along with all the other plates. "Reese, listen." Paul put his arms around me pulling me up close to him. I laid my chin on his chest looking up at him as he thought. "George, has loved you for as long as I can remember." Paul giggled lightly. "I remember the first time he ever told me too. We were about to play at the Cavern. When you walked in, we had only known you for about a month or two at the time. And we all just thought Georgie had a crush on the new girl, as he always did. But as I recall he pointed straight at you from behind the stage and said. "Paul I'm going to marry that little girl. And if I have to wait my entire life, I will marry her." I could feel the tears welling up as Paul told me this story. "Reesy,  he loved you for three whole years before he could finally build up the courage to show you exactly how he felt. He loves you like nothing I've ever seen. There is no reason to be nervous. He's gonna be there for you forever. Good, bad whatever. He is going to love you." I smiled up at Paul as he kissed my forehead and wrapped me in one of his warm, gentle big brother hugs. Paul was right. George loved me and I loved him. And we would be together for the rest of our lives.