Chapter 19
Finally, the pilot announced that we'd be landing in Miami in fifteen minutes. Miami? That's where Paul was taking me? I glanced over at him excitedly, and he gave me that silly little wink. I thought I'd be polite, so I spun around to talk to John, but he was sleeping. There was a bottle of wine on a tray in front of him; he was probably drunk out of his mind! Yoko, however, was wide awake and very alert. I could tell that she was just being shy.
As the plane began to land, I squeezed Paul's hand tight. I'd never been on an airplane before! What if something went wrong when it was landing, and it exploded? I snuggled closer to him. He laughed quietly and stroked my hair. I loved when he did that. But did he understand why I was getting close to him? If he didn't, then good. I wasn't about to tell him about my fears. He would think that I'm so childish! And his opinion is everything to me!
Once the plane had landed safely, everyone rushed to get off. Paul pushed me out in front of him, but his hands never left my waist. I tried to push through some people, but my arms were basically numb with fright. This one man, however, who wouldn't leave my husband alone, I kicked in the shin. He hobbled around in pain while Paul and I blew right past him. I stumbled down the stairs, nearly running into several people... at the same time!
Paul pulled me away from the crowd and pulled my face up to his. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. He just gazed into my eyes and smiled. His carefree smile made my heart nearly leap out of my chest! Didn't he know what he did to girls? His charm, his good looks, his precious dimples when he laughed... It was enough to give a woman a heartattack! I'd have to tell him that later.
"So," he whispered in my ear, rubbing his chest against mine. "We ought to be getting back to the hotel, shouldn't we?"
My eyes widened. Yes, I thought, hoping that he could hear me, even though I knew that he couldn't. My mouth wasn't working right; I couldn't talk. Quickly, I nodded my head. He snickered and gently kissed my neck. My breathing became heavy, but it was worth it. Paul McCartney is my husband, I thought. I'm so very much in love with him, and, I don't know why, he's in love with me, too. I'm so lucky to have him.
Instead of taking a car back to our hotel, which I would have prefered, we walked several miles. Soon, however, we reached the front doors of our hotel. The lobby seemed very fancy; I wondered how much he had spent on our room. Probably a lot, and I hadn't asked him to do so! After taking a deep breath, I made a promise to myself, saying that I would have a good time here with my husband, no matter what happened.
Since we didn't have any luggage (we just planned on buying new clothes here; after all, he says that he doesn't mind spending money on me), we ran right up to our room. It was on the very top floor. That way, only very desperate and athletic fans would run up eight flights of stairs just to get an autograph from my husband. It would be extremely awesome if somebody asked me for my autograph! I'm not famous for anything spectacular, but I'm married to the best man in the entire world!
As soon as we entered the room (and he locked the door and windows) Paul pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. He unbuttoned his shirt immediately, and even slipped off his trousers and knickers. After he was completely naked, it was my turn. His nimble fingers easily slipped my blouse over my head, and then he instantly got my bra unhooked. I waited patiently for him to be finished, toying with his dark chest hair. (I had slipped my own shorts and panties off; I didn't want his hands down there, you know?)
Paul kissed me, and I eagerly (and passionately) kissed him back. I knotted my fingers in his hair, securing his face to mine. You know, just in case he was having second thoughts. (I doubt that he was, since he barely made it off the damn plane..) He had an erection for the third time today, but this time, it didn't bother me. To be honest, I was flattered. (Why did it make me anxious? I'd been through this before with him..)
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I awoke the next morning feeling satisfied. Paul, my lovely husband, was sleeping peacefully beside me, and I didn't have a care in the world. I pecked his cheek, and then jumped out of bed. For some unknown reason, I had tons of energy! Nearly tripping over the bed, which took up most of this part of the hotel room, I checked myself out in the mirror. I had a huge hicky on my neck, but at this point, that didn't bother me. Again, this wasn't the first time.
From the bedroom, I heard a deep grunt. Spinning around, I saw Paul sleepily stumbling toward the kitchen. I wasn't sure if he was sleep walking, or if he was awake, but very tired. I shrugged it off and returned to making us breakfast. After such a fantastic night, I doubted that he wanted to go out for breakfast. Plus, it had been a while since I had cooked, and it was actually quite fun. (Ask Charlotte to cook something, and she'll freak out on you!)
Paul wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. His warm breath tickled my ear slightly, but all I did was wrap my arms around his back. He kissed from under my earlobe to my chin. My heart began to pound in my chest. Had my heart ever raced like this before when he was close to me? Just when I thought he didn't notice it, he placed his hand on my chest and giggled quietly.
"I still get your heart racing, don't I?" he exclaimed, doubling over in laughter. I glanced back at him, shaking my head defensively. "I think I do," he mumbled, suddenly becoming serious. His eyebrows knitted together, and his lips parted slowly. My eyes widened in surprise. I hadn't expected anything during this honeymoon to be serious, and here he was, scaring the shit out of me. I silently prayed that it wasn't anything bad.
"Um.. If I got you pregnant again--" I winced "--I was actually hoping that it's a boy." He shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, me girls are great, but I want a kid that I can after meself. You know... James. That's a good name, and you can't name a girl that." He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he grinned from ear to ear. "Or... can you? Can you name a girl James? 'Cause then I wouldn't need a boy!"
My heart nearly broke in two. So, our girls weren't good enough for him, just because he couldn't name them James? But I had to be cool about this. I wasn't about to show him how hurt I was. I turned around and sat on the sink, staring into his deep eyes. He stared back, caressing my cheek, making me feel very uncomfortable. The whole being pregnant thing... I didn't know if I wanted to deal with it again. Not so soon, anyways.
But I couldn't be cool. The tears streamed down my cheeks. "I c-can't deal with this right now!" I stormed out of the hotel room, into the hallway, leaving him behind.
