Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Help!~ My Fathers Son

"Where was he Paul?" George inquired. The night was balmy and so were the natives, John having skedaddled and Lou disappearing too.

"Down behind the rocks at the end of the beach"

"Are you just going to leave him in the bathroom all night?"

"No"

"He's been in there agessss" George paced. After the hullabaloo of this afternoon, the way Lou had stormed off and how John stared after her blankly, George was tired. Tired of their antics, tired of them yelling and walking away. "Why'd she take off?"

"Oh I don't know George. You know Louise" Paul leaned beside the door of the bathroom and waited John out. For some reason the news of the baby had freaked him out so badly he back handed Louise and knocked her off her feet. She recovered quickly though, and being so upset and mad with him, she was more than eager to put miles between both the public scene, and John. Louise had taken the MG and, in a shower of gravel, left.

"Ringo and Mal aren't back that means-"

"Lou's still gone" Paul finished the sentence and they looked at the door and both knocked lightly.

John had snapped inside after seeing Lou and Paul with hands over each other all afternoon he had snapped completely when she said she was.... Pregnant.
Must be Nate's, Paul's been here with me the whole time. And she wants me to father another of her spawn.

I can't bear this, two kids not mine, John fought with himself. He looked after and cared deeply for Evie. He thought he loved Louise, cared about her very much at the very least but he couldn't stomach another child in his house that wasn't his.

Can't be mine she's on the pill.

Cant be mine because.....

Just cant be mine.....

"Let us in John" Paul tapped the door with enough force to be polite but enough determination to make John look up from his position and stare at the door.

"Is it yours?" John yelled.

"Don't be stupid" Paul yelled back.

"Can't be mine. Must be Doctor fucking Nate's"

"And, John, pray tell, why it can't be yours?" Paul through back with a bang on the door to go with the question.

"We.... She uses protection"

"Like condoms? Those things aren't 100% mate"

"No, she's on the pill.. we don't use condoms" John stood and washed his face, why am I doing this he mumbled to his reflection in the mirror.

"The pills' not totally infallible either John" Paul tapped again. Lighter this time like a wake up call- I'm here, talk to me, I won't yell and murder you for making Louise run- tap, tap, tap.

"Has she come back!?" John yelled over the incessant tapping.

"No"

"Well why are you and George here?"

"Someone's got to look after you"

"Go find her"

"Oh so you do care then, just a little perhaps"

"O' course I care but I don't care for her saddling me with another mouth to feed"

"And why is that. You put up with Evie ok. Even, dare I say it, love the little 'en" Paul slid down the wall and George walked off, kicking every piece of furniture as he went.

Standing on the verandah George shook his head, Louise was in a right pickle this time but it wasn't her fault. Of course, the baby was Johns, but he hits with angry words first then thinks later. George tested his knuckles- sore. It felt good to clobber John the first few times then as he realised John wasn't fighting back nor reacting to the whole thumping Lennon bit- things got stale pretty quickly after that.