Love isn't bad.

Chapter 23

September 6th, 1964. It had been two and a half years since Paul and John had met. Paul and John were together. As always. Paul was laying in his tummy on the bed while John sat at the other edge of he bed, rubbing Paul's back. Paul was looking into the newspaper, reading some story. John was smoking a fag by the window. "John?" Paula kind began to explore thoughts never talked about. John sat his fag down and turned to Paul. "Yes, my beautiful princess?" He could officially call him his princess now. "I want to be pregnant." John became more shocked in response. "You want to be pregnant?" Paul nodded. Paul had knew that John always knew that mates couldn't get pregnant which made it harder on Paul to explain. "I wish we can adopt, princess. I wish we could run to foster homes or other places." He knew this day in time, no one accepted a gay couple adopting a child. Paul shook his head in frustration. "No. You wouldn't have to, John." John was quite puzzled. "There is something I haven't told you, John. I was just waiting for the right moment to tell you." John looked so serious at Paul. "What?" Paul looked down at the floor, taking a deep breath. "This isn't going to be easy to explain. But when I was 13, the doctor had told me that I had this special gene. Passed down from my mother. That gene is rarely in mates. But I have it. And since I have that special gene, I am able to become pregnant." John looked so serious into his eyes. He didn't exactly believe it but he knew that Paul has never told a lie. He was the most honest person John knew. So he emerged to believe it. "Are ye serious, Paul? We have been together so long. Why haven't told me?" Paul nodded. "I had always been so scared. I'm sorry." Silence was filling the room until John broke it. "It's okay Macca. Well I'm glad always used condoms." Paul laughed. "Oh John!" Paul gently pushed Johns side. "But to be serious, so if you can get pregnant.. we could have a child." Paul nodded. "Yes John." John looked at Paul up and down. "Oh my god." Paul came closer to John. "What is it John? Does it change the way you feel about me?" John shook his head furiously. "No no, of course not, Paul." He rested his hand on Paul's leg. "I just. Wow. It's just amazing." Paul smiled. "I know, John. I shouldn't have kept it from you. It's extremely important." John's eyes got wide. "Of course it is. I could be a father!!!!" Paul looked down and his lap and back at John. "John." "Hmm?" Paul's hands became more and more sweaty. He didn't wanna say it. He was scared. He was scared John would not think of him as the same as before. He just wanted this. So much. More than anything! "I want to have a baby with you. I know it's really soon but I feel that I'm ready. I found my dream man. I want to have my dream kids. I want to raise a beautiful child with you. We are adults now. And I'm sorry John. I feel so ba-" with that, John covered Paul's mouth and started to kiss him. At the moment his lips were disconnected from Paul's, he smiled. "Paul, I'm ready. I'm ready more than anyone could ever know. I am definitely ready to have a child with you!!! It will be amazing. I want you to have our child!" John was getting emotional. He had also been thinking about a child but didn't expect Paul to feel the same way. For that, he was relieved. Paul had a tear from his eye. "John. What about everyone else? What will they think of us? What will they think about me?" John pulled Paul into his warm embrace. "Paul. Jesus." He wiped and kissed away Paul's tears. "Who cares what they think? What matters is that we are together. That's all you need to worry about baby." Paul felt a sense of relaxation running through his veins. But he just wanted all of the other people to go away. "John. I love you." John grinned. " I love you too Princess." "Hey. I think it should be tomorrow." John claimed. "Whatever do you mean tomorrow, John?" John could see the sorrow and confusion in Paul's pretty blue feminine eyes. Paul let out his sorrow through his eyes. Paul was the type you could never dare to hurt. Even if he had committed the worse possible. He was just so lovable to ever be thought of in that sort. "I mean, I think we should have sex. You know. Without a condom. Tomorrow. It should be special. Just the two of us. We can send mike with his friend. And we could have our night tomorrow. How about that?" Paul giggled. "I like that plan a lot John. We shall do it tomorrow!" With that, John stood up and held out his arm anticipating Paul to grab onto it. They did so too. John pulled Paul up and brung him in his arms. He grabbed his left hand and placed it in his and placed his right hand on his shoulder blade. John placed his right hand in Paul's hand and placed his left hand on Paul's waist. "I wanna show you something, princess." "Hold on. Remember that position." John quickly went over to the record player and started to play it. He jumped over the candle and lit it with his liter. "Nice." John smelled the candle and adding more over the room. "I think that'll do it." John was satisfied and when he was, he paced back over to his lovely princess awaiting him. They both got into their position as before. "I want you to step forward as I step backward." Paul did but accidentally stepped on Johns right foot. "Oh sorry John! Oops!" John laughed. "Oh don't be sorry princess! I got muscles places you wouldn't imagine!" John taught Paul how to ballroom dance that night. He loved it so much because his aunt taught him how to before she died. The whole night, John went through steps and repeatedly had shown Paul the way. They spent the night away as the hours had mysteriously flown by.