Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Just Autographs

It was gone two in the morning by the time the cars rolled out of Manchester. Louise was next to George in the back seat and sound asleep, her jacket buttoned at the bottom under her bump, her breasts heavier with pregnancy, hindering the jacket to fully button to the top.

She needs more clothes he thought, maybe he should treat her. John tugged Louise away gently so George could move closer to the window, bringing Louise to rest on his own shoulder, there it was again, vanilla, and .... he leaned a little closer, coconut, his eyes widened slightly at his discovery, not a normal scent in gloomy old England that's for sure.....

They had had to wait for John and Paul, they had disappeared for more than twenty minutes right in the middle of the transferring of the equipment to the cars. Brian thought over the event now as they motored along, Louise was right here and still John took off to chase random skirt. He'd have to have a word, he looked into the back seat and she was sound asleep on John's shoulder.

Fifteen minutes from the flat Louie woke with a grimace, painful spasms hurting. It was most probably due to the long trip and cramped quarters, she moved to correct her posture and a twinge hit hard in her side once more.

"Alright there Lou" George leaned over to his sister trying to be quiet with the others sleeping.

"Yea, I think I'm just cramped up a bit from the trip, how far to go Georgie?" Louie moved to the side and squeezed Georges thigh hard. "Gosh ouchie, this little one is being a bugger tonight"

"How do you mean?" George enquired looking at her belly, he hadn't any idea what to do with a pregnant person, John woke while George nattered quietly with her.

"Oh, Braxton Hicks they're called. I get 'em some days... usually if I'm on my feet a lot at work" Louie smiled sincerely at George trying to quell his worried face.

"When did you finish up at work then, I know Ma was right tizzed you wouldn't" George asked as he casually tried to unwrap his thigh from her tight grasp.

"Ouchie......Ummm yesterday morn, had a bit of a send-off cake, wotnot" Louise grinned it was a lovely cake they had gotten her. "Was sponge, jam and cream, your favourite"

"Mmmm did you bring me some?" he teased. As John sat up Louie growled a deep, guttural pained moan as she shifted positions again. "Louise come on, should we go to the hospital?"

"What's going on, what's wrong?" John leaned round over Louie's shoulder, sleepily rubbing his eyes." Hospital?"

"No thanks to you, ya twat, we would have been home an hour ago" George grumbled.

"I was busy doing autographs"

"Oh, calling it that now are you" George sat peeved as Louise held a hand on her stomach. "Louise was right here"

"I was a fucking minute or two"

"What, it wouldn't stand up any lon-"

"George for Christ sake, stop it!" Louise wanted out of the car-pronto "When?" she yelled "I need to get out!"

"A minute- two tops, pet" Mal pushed the car faster, Louise leaned down to grab her bag, opening it on what was left of her lap,  dragging open the small zipped compartment inside.

"George when we get there call the doctor, here take the card"

"You want a Liverpool doctor?" Brian was awake and now turned round "They'll be hours, Louise dear"

"No, owww!" Louie near crawled over George "Nate moved to London recently"

"Nate?" John's ears pricked up at the mention of the doctors name.

"Doctor Nate from the hospital, he's transferred in to a practice here in London in the last few weeks..." Louise grasped Georges hand as he got out of the car.

"Handy" John sneered.

"Jeez, you went off fucking some tart while I sat in the car mere metres away and you're all but convinced I'm shagging the damn doctor. Shut the hell up Winston"  Louise fumed, releasing all the pent up frustrations that she harboured and the pain she was currently enduring and John coped an earful!

George sniggered and led Louise up the garden path toward the ground floor flat, foxgloves along the edge.

John open and closed his mouth multiple times.

Brian stood beside him, quietly taking in John's demeanour, he didn't see the need to have words now.

"Quite the girl you've got there John" Brian muttered quietly, then ambled up the path into the flat, turning to address John who still stood stock still by the cars back door "Coming? It is your wife now isn't it, that is in pain" Brian's neat eyebrow arched in question.

John nodded slowly, shutting the car door, hands pressed against the roof, minutes taken to gather and muster some sort of dutch courage to push off and enter his flat...... now their flat.

He shut the front door quietly when he finally managed to drag himself through it.