Chapter 12
It wasn't that much longer after Mary was born when I discovered that I was pregnant once more. We didn't want the gender to be spoiled for us, so we never visited the hospital. We knew that, of course, we would have to go there once it gets closer to nine months, but that was still a long time from now. For now, Paul and I could just relax with our firstborn child, not worrying about the scolding we would recieve from the doctor for not going there; not thinking about if the child will be a boy or a girl. Life was just a bunch of unknowns, you know?
Absent-mindedly, I rubbed my hand over my stomach. I don't know why, honestly, because it was much too early for me to feel any kicking or movement! But I couldn't stop myself. I loved the feeling of being pregnant. You get to do basically whatever you want, unless it involves too much bending over or..moving in general. Plus, Paul did all that he could for me, which was a super thing! I loved him so much when he got all fatherly on me. It was sexy.
Suddenly, Paul came bouncing into the room. I could tell by his expression that he was holding back a grin. I raised my eyebrows at him. "Hey!" I called to him, trying to be silly, yet serious at the same time. "What're you hiding, big man?" Big man. That was just something that I called him. 'Cause, you know..he's tall. Yeah, that's definitely why I call him that. Oh, who cares? He enjoys being called that, and I enjoy calling him that. Everbody wins.
As he came closer, I noticed that he had his hands tucked behind his back. Okay, now I was getting suspicious. What did he have?! And why wasn't he telling me?! I knew that I was beginning to sound a bit clingy, but when your boyfriend is hiding something, I think that his girlfriend has a right to get clingy. Especially since her boyfriend shouldn't be hiding anything in the first place, if the girlfriend is satisfying him. And, trust me, I satisfy that boy.
Paul bit his lip. "Somethin'."
I narrowed my eyes. He was grinning from ear to ear now, so I knew that it couldn't be anything bad. But, still, I was curious. I hopped off the couch and threw myself at him. I grabbed his hands, trying to pry them apart. I was failing, since he was so strong. He was chuckling now, and, using his right hand, he pushed me back onto the couch. He put up his hand, signaling for me to stay right where I was. Now I was extremely curious. What was in his hand?
After that, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Paul dropped to one knee, and I gasped, throwing my hand to my lips. From behind his back, he pulled out what he was holding; it was an engagement ring. Tears formed in my eyes. This is the moment I had been waiting for this entire time I had been with him! A bit impatiently, I waited for him to propose. Surely he would say something, instead of waiting for me to just snatch the ring and agree. That wouldn't be very..polite.
"JoAnna," he began, taking my hand in his, making his face all serious. "I love you, like I've told on several occasions previous to this one. We've been through so much together already, such as having our first child, with another one on the way! I just wish that I would have done this earlier.. Jo, will you marry me?" He thrusted the ring toward me a bit more, for I was frozen. How many times had I dreamed of this happening to me? Um, all the time! I used to even think about how I would respond. All of that totally trickled out of my mind.
A few seconds passed. I nodded my head, enjoying the warmth from my salty tears. Beaming, he slid the ring onto my left ring finger. I sniffled, admiring its beauty in the dim light. It sparkled greatly; it nearly lit up the room! Paul's dark eyes glittered when he saw me gazing at the ring. This was the best thing that could ever happen to me! I was Paul McCartney's first wife, and the mother of his children! I couldn't thank my mother enough for getting me those tickets!
"I have waited a lifetime to hear those words, Paulie!" I blubbered, pulling him toward me. I hugged him tightly, never wanting this moment to end. "I promise you that I'll make the best wife there ever was! I love you so much!" I buried my face in his neck, sobbing softly. Why did I cry so much? I realized now that I was crying because I was so pleased, but what about the other times? Something is wrong with my tearducts. Honestly.
Suddenly, Paul took my face in his hands and kissed me. The kiss didn't turn into anything more, the way that I had hoped, but it was amazing. He was so romantic, and passionate, and he was just so sexy! And I was the ugly, insecure woman that he wanted to marry. I was flattered, really. I hadn't ever had a boyfriend before, let alone a fiancee! I didn't know exactly how to behave, but I knew some of it. You take care of your man the way that you would take care of your children. Because, after all, men can be very immature.
He then straightened himself up, me clinging onto him for support. My stomach was killing me; the baby must be kickboxing in there! Paul must have known, because he began to run his fingers over my stomach. It was one of the sweetest things I had ever seen! I leaned in to kiss him again, but Mary began to cry from her bedroom. I was ready to stand up, but Paul insisted that I remain seated, and he jogged into Mary's room.
I heard a short knock on the door, and I immediately jumped up to get it. My stomach did its normal churning thing, but nothing was going to stop me now! Especially since I was already on my feet, I was not going to sit down again. Slowly, almost dramatically, I opened the door. John was standing there, his hand on his hip, staring down at my little baby bump. He raised an eyebrow quizzically, already judging me, and I hadn't said two words to the man!
"Another one?" He snorted, shaking his head. Then, he entered the room, flopping down on the couch lazily. He switched on the television, finding some channel that was talking about the Beatles on their first tour to America. I shook my head at him. He was the perfect example of the type of man I never want Mary to go near. Even though they might be attractive, the way that John was, I want her nowhere near them! I will tell her this when she's older.
I smirked at him. "Yes, John. Another. And you weren't even invited in!"
John winked at me. "That's alright, dear. I don't need to be invited in. I'm family."
Oh, John, you're an idiot.
