Chapter 11
It was then, directly after Mary was born, that I decided that I wanted more children. I explained my thoughts to Paul, and he thought it was a great idea! I could just picture our future together; several little McCartneys running around, a bright diamond ring on my fingers, with Paul McCartney by my side, his arm around my waist, my belly round with yet another child. I mean, seriously! How great would that be? Sure, childbirth was painful, but having a child's love is worth all of it.
I ran my fingers through Mary's few strands of hair. It was already coming in dark, like Paul's. Aw, couldn't she have blonde hair, like me? I loved Paul, but it would be nice for one of our kids to resemble me! Even though I was jealous of his stunning good looks, I was also pleased that our first child didn't look like me. After all, I wasn't the most beautiful woman there ever was, no matter what Paul tells me. I know that I'm ugly, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Come at me!
Suddenly, my mom entered the hospital room. How had she found out where I was? I hadn't seen her since before I left for the Beatles concert! Surely she was worried about me, though, right? By the looks of her, she hadn't slept at all since I'd gone to that concert. Wow, that was such a long time ago! I hadn't realized how long I'd been staying with the Beatles! Time flies when you're having fun! I suppose that, now, I can finally agree with that statement.
"Hi!" I squealed, grinning at my mother. She beamed in return. Her smile lit up the entire room. Wow, I hadn't seen her in such a long while! I know, I've said this before, but just...wow! I had missed her birthday and everything; I'm such a terrible child. She must hate me! But I tried not to let this get to me. Why would I ruin this reunion with my sadness and regrets? I simply couldn't. Everyone would be so disappointed in me. Especially her.
Mom smiled cheekily. "Where is she?" she murmured. I knew that she was referring to our daughter, who was wrapped up in her blanket in Paul's arms. He was kneeling next to me, so that I could touch her soft hair and see her adorable face. (I would have to thank him for that later, since I was in a bit of pain. It hurt whenever I moved.) But, before I could answer, my mother caught a glimpse of Paul, holding our baby girl.
Her green eyes widened greatly. She stumbled over her words, glancing from Paul, to me, then to Paul again. Then, her eyes wandered down to the infant in his arms. Tears formed in her eyes as she reached out for her. Paul half-smiled, and handed over our child. Mary suddenly awoke then, as if someone had called her name. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a gust of air. Aw! She hadn't done that before now! What a cutie.
"Meet Mary Anna McCartney," Paul announced, puffing his chest out proudly. He put his hands on his hips, watching my mom with our baby. When my eyes widened, he kissed my cheek reassuringly. I thought that Mom was going to pass out! She was awfully pale, and her hands appeared to be a bit shaky. But the love for her grandchild showed in her eyes, and my heart swelled. I was extremely happy at this point. Nothing could wreck my spirit now!
A tear trickled down Mom's cheek. "JoAnna," she whispered, glancing up at me. "She's precious." Then, she turned her attention to Paul. There was a slight smirk on her face. "Looks just like you, don't she, Mr. McCartney?" I loved how she didn't call him by his first name. Way to embarrass me. But Paul was totally cool with it. He dipped his head, a smile lighting up his incredibly perfect features. He then lifted his head and winked at me.
At roughly 9pm, a nurse came in and told my mother that visiting hours were over. I hugged her tightly, telling her to have a safe trip. I watched sadly as she hugged Paul goodbye, secretly wishing that she would stay with me. She was my entire life for several years, and I didn't want that to disappear just because I'm dating a Beatle. As soon as she was gone, I broke down. I didn't care that Paul was there to see me like this. He would soon know how I felt about all of this going on. It was just a bit much.
But Paul never said a word. He just wrapped his arm around me, leaning his head on my shoulder, thus pulling me closer to him. We both just sat there as I sobbed my heart out. Why wasn't he saying anything? I wished that he would.. Just so I knew that he truly loved me, and that he would be there for me while I cried. Tears continued to stream down my cheeks, but my sobs slowly subsided into gasps of air. Paul leaned closer and kissed my forehead, telling me that everything would turn out alright. I hope he's right.
