P.S I Love You (A Sequel to Ain't She Sweet)

Chapter 4

December 24, 1962.

"Happy Christmas, loov." Paul said, kissing my cheek and looking at his new present, a pair of shiny new leather boots (in style, of course). 

I grinned.

"Well, there go all the presents!" john finished, laughing and putting his arm around me.

I took a sip of my delicious eggnog. "So much for waiting for Father Christmas, hm?"

This caused everyone to laugh as we discussed presents, Christmas time, Hamburg, and of course, the upcoming LP.

John stood up and cleared his throat, pulling his slipping dark red sweater down over his jeans and holding his glass of eggnog up. "If none of you crazy lunatics mind, I'd like to make a toast. A toast to, this beautiful Christmas Eve, our first ever LP record, The Beatles, and the love of my life, Emily."

Awws came from the crowd, everyone raising their glasses. I couldn't control my blushes. 

"Cheers!" Everyone said, knocking glasses and sitting back down. John stood still, putting his glass down. Suddenly, music started. Earth Angel-The Penguins.

"I have a special, very-most-important message to deliver this fine Christmas eve." he announced. "To none other than Miss Emily."

He turned around to face me. Was-was this it?!

Earth angel, earth angel...will you be mine....?

He, John Lennon, (squeals from the audience), got down on one knee and opened a beautiful red  velvet ring box with a sparkling, exquisite diamond ring inside. Everyone in Brian's home started clapping and cheering. My hands covered my face, i could feel the tears coming. Was this really happening?

"Will you, my fair emily, my fair lady-will you be my bride forever and ever some more?" he asked, tilting his head, pleading for a yes. "BE MY MRS.!' he said over the hooting and cheering. 

Tears ran down my face, I could hardly contain myself. "Yes." I managed to choke out, wiping the tears from my eyes with the sleeves of my sweater.

"HOORAY!" John exclaimed, arms up, his eyes filled with happiness. He took the ring out of the box.

"If you could so kindly..." he said, taking my hand and slipping the diamond ring onto my once bare ring finger. I leaped into his arms, John laughing and holding me tightly.

"Thats so beautiful!!" Charlee squealed, a tear running down her face. 

Before anyone could say anything else, Paul jumped up from the sofa, his index finger up.

"I too have a very important task I need to perform this evening!"

Ringo hooted, George cheered him on and I couldn't even speak. Still hugging Lennon, he held on to me and chuckled, his embrace as tight as possible.

Charlee squealed again, her hands in fists, biting her lip to control herself from going mad. Paul knelt down, took a similar, also beautiful ring out, and cleared HIS throat.

"My beautiful Charlee, would you marry James Paul McCartney?" he asked, putting on his best charm.

"YES!! YES OF COURSE!" she screamed, hugging him and jumping about.

"NOW DON'T ASK FOR ANYTHING ELSE THIS YEAR!" john hooted, everyone in the room laughing, crying, cheering, who knows. All I could focus on was that I was getting married.

I was finally getting married to John Lennon! He kissed my cheek and laughed some more, rubbing my back. "How bout that? Isn't it a beauty?" he said, taking my long, nimble hand and looking at the ring. "Its beautiful, like you."

I couldn't help kissing him again. I was so happy, I was crying!! Christmas of 1963 was the best Christmas I'd ever had. It really was a beautiful evening.  

After everyone had calmed down a bit, smiles all around, John commented: "Its what I always say: 'A kiss will never miss, and after many kisses a miss becomes a misses'!"

Everyone laughed, kisses going all around.  Best Christmas ever. 

Short chapter!!