Three Of Hearts, Paul McCartney/Cynthia Lennon, Beatles Fan Fiction

Spring '63

"You all right?" Paul placed his hand on John's shoulder.

John drained the last sips of rum and coke from his highball glass. "I could use another one of these."

Paul smiled. "I still can't believe it." He held up his left hand and pointed to the simple gold wedding band on his ring finger.

"How far gone is she?" John set his empty drinking glass on the table.

"I've already told you she's not pregnant."

John looked across the marquee, set up in the backyard of his mate's Auntie Jin's home. Cynthia was chatting with George and his actress girlfriend, Jane Asher. "You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?"

"I'm not lying." He good-naturedly replied and playfully winked.

John wrapped his arm around Paul's shoulder. "Why else would you get married?"

"I love her."

John rolled his eyes.

Paul grinned. "She looks right fit in her dress."

"I've got to hand it to Miss Powell. Just in time for the move to London. She is smart to hitch her wagon to your star."

"Mrs. Paul McCartney," Paul companionably patted John's back. "I don't want to leave her behind. You're still my best mate, John. Getting married to Cynthia won't change our friendship."

"You haven't even been married a day and you've already gone soft on me. Of course, I'm your best mate." John playfully contorted his face into a grotesque mask.

Paul heartily laughed.

John stood up from the table. He shouted across the marquee at Cynthia. "Miss Prim."

Cynthia continued to chat with George and Jane.

John raised his voice. "Don't ignore me, Miss Prim."

Paul slightly frowned. "John,"

John smirked and briefly looked at Paul. "What? I've been calling her that since art college." He cupped his hands around his mouth. "I want my dance with the bride."

Cynthia shook her head.

"Come on, Cyn. Your old man won't mind."

Cynthia walked over to Paul and John.

Paul stood up from the table and wrapped his arms around Cynthia's waist. He greeted his wife with a passionate kiss.

John huffed. "If it weren't for me you two wouldn't have met."

Paul and Cynthia continued to kiss one another.

John continued. "If it weren't for me Paul would still be wearing that bloody awful white sports coat with a pink carnation on the lapel."

Paul laughingly pulled out of the kiss. "That was a long time ago."

"Not too long ago. How about that dance, Miss Prim?"

Cynthia's eyes met Paul's.

John narrowed his eyes behind the thick lenses of his horned rimmed glasses. He was envious of the newly married couple's silent communication.

Cynthia smiled. "Let's have that dance, John." She looped her arm through John's arm. She guided them over to where The Fourmost were performing.

Brian O'hara, the lead vocalist of the Fourmost, crooned 'Go Away Little Girl' into the microphone.

Cynthia reached out and pulled down the part of John's button-down collar that was sticking up. "I understand the importance of the band in your lives. It's still just as important to Paul. The two of you were meant to do this, John."

"How do you know that?"

"It's just a feeling." Cynthia placed her hands onto his loose tie. "You're undone."

"I don't know what're talking about."

"The top button of your shirt is unbuttoned."

"I use to think it was an act."

"What?"

"Your support."

"I've been a fan from the beginning."

"But, you don't like me."

Cynthia's eyes momentarily widened. "That's not true."

"You've never been comfortable with me."

Cynthia shook her head. "John -"

"I use to think it was because I was always taking the piss. But, that's not it, is it?"

Cynthia gently patted his arm. "John, I do like you. I want you to have a good time. Are you having a good time?"

"Are you?"

"Yes, of course I am. It's the happiest day of my life."

"Plenty of more days left in your life. You haven't got to convince me. Paul's bought into it."

Cynthia rapidly blinked.

John softened his tone. "Bloody hell, don't start crying."

Cynthia shook her head. "I'm not going to cry. What a horrid thing to say to someone on their wedding day. I'm not trying to convince you."

John held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'll be a good boy, Cyn."

"That never lasts." Cynthia walked away.

George approached John. "Having a good time?"

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. You?"

"I'm having a fab time."

"Where's the actress?"

"Jane," George patted his blazer pocket. "I seemed to have misplaced her. "Paul looks really happy to have tied the knot."

"There's a reason why they say looks can be deceiving."

"One day that'll be us."

John playfully batted his eyelashes. "Oh, I couldn't possibly accept a proposal this early into the season."

George erupted into laughter. "Me and Jane. You and Dot."

"Don't count on it."

END OF CHAPTER ONE