little child || j.p.m.

20 // cheater

*CHAPTER WARNING*
-cursing
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December 31st, 1962
Liverpool, England
10:22 pm
Erikas POV
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I was getting ready to go to a New Years party that the boys were hosting with Paul. It would definitely not be at Johns house since his aunt make sure to stay home on occasions where John could potentially throw a party.

I put on a very simple, dark colored dress since I knew there was a chance Ringo would accidentally spill his drink on me. I put on some simple jewelry and did my makeup. I looked over at Delilah laying in her crib. Paul was standing over her trying to get her to fall asleep.

He is such a good father. My perfect little family.

We weren't planning on taking Delilah with us because there would obviously be things like alcohol, & knowing the boys, maybe even drugs; and there would be many random people there- overall, we just want her to be safe. So she'll be staying at the house with Paul's father.

"Are you ready yet, love?" Paul said as he came up behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders.

"Yeah. Just let me grab my bag and we can get going, yeah?" I said.

"Of course, love. I'll be waiting downstairs." He said as he opened the door and walked downstairs.

I quickly looked for my purse but noticed it wasn't on my bed where I placed it.

"Paul must've moved it." I sighed.

I moved things around to look for it for a couple of minutes, and I eventually found it wedged in between two boxes in my closet. But of course my adventure hadn't ended there. While looking in my purse I couldn't find my wallet. I believed that I had left it on the kitchen table from when I came home last night. I walked downstairs and quickly grabbed my wallet.

"Sorry that took so long, I couldn't find my purse and then when I did I couldn't find my wallet; it was this whole ordeal."

I noticed that Paul was on the phone in the living room. He quickly said something into the phone and hung up.

"It's no problem. Let's go." He said.

I was kind of curious as to who he was taking to, because he usually will tell me who he is on the phone with.

Paul unlocked the door and opened it for me. I walked out to the car and he locked the door. He unlocked the car and we both got in.

We didn't say anything to each other a couple minutes into the drive. But then I decided to speak.

"So." I began.

I could feel Paul rolling his eyes. I didn't even have to see it to know he did.

"Who were you on the phone with?" I asked.

"Nobody." He said bluntly.

"Well if it's nobody, why is it such a big deal that you aren't telling me?" I persisted.

"Why do you need to know? It was nobody. It was just a work thing, okay?" He said bothered.

"Doesn't seem like it." I muttered under my breath.