Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 28

The next day, George went back to work feeling a lot better. And me? Well I was feeling amazing that morning. After all the sex we had last night, I felt as if I was in a daze. It didn't feel real. But it was, and I was lucky to be experiencing it.

I ended up babysitting Sam again, which I had no problem doing. I love Sam and Ruth, so it didn't bother me much. So nothing really happened that day. Besides toys, games, snacks and naps. Oh and diaper changes. It doesn't seem like a lot, but it was. And it tired me out. But I stayed up and entertained him enough and made sure he didn't do anything stupid.

I was playing with Sam, picking him up and putting him down repeatedly, which made his laugh fill the house. Then George came back from the studio, seeming more tense than yesterday. I continued to play with Sam as I talked with him. "Rough day again?" I asked, as Sam continued to laugh from my actions. George just nodded and sat next to me. He watched as I played with Sam, and a small smile appeared on his face. "Hi Sam." He took Sam out of my arms and placed him on his lap. Sam smiled and rested his head on George's chest. George then proceeded to stroke his back and sing to him.

My heart couldn't handle how cute it was.

Sam eyes fluttered shut as he quickly fell asleep in George's arms. If and when we decide to have kids, they will be lucky to have George as a father. He noticed that I was thinking about something, so he placed his arm around my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder. For the first time, it felt like we were a real family, even though Sam wasn't ours obviously.

After a while, George put Sam in our room and in the bed and sat down next to him. I crawled in between his legs and sat there, my back against his chest. "So tell me about your day." George sighed and looked over at Sam. "I want to quit the band." I sat up and looked back at him. "What?" He looked at me and repeated himself. "If you feel like you really want to then...I don't think I can really stop you. But whatever you choose to do, I support you." He smiled and pulled me back down to my spot between his legs. "Thank ye. I really appreciate it." He kisses my cheek, and his hands rested on my thighs.

We sat there for about an hour talking about music and the band before Sam woke up. He started off crying at first, since his back was toward us and he thought he was alone. But I quickly placed him in my arms and held him close. George rubbed his back and kissed his head. "It's okay, Sam. Yer not alone or hurt. Yer okay." He said to Sam in a soft voice, and stroked his hair. Sam then crawled out of my grip and went over to George, and George held him and I moved across from them, and watched as it all went down.

Sam quickly began to calm down as George held him like that and rubbed his back. I watched in awe how good George was doing with Sam. Once he calmed down, George and I took him to the kitchen and got him a snack to eat. Even though he was busying himself with Sam, I could tell he was thinking about the band. "I'll be right back." He handed Sam to me and walked out of the house.

I knew he was stressed about the band, but I didn't realize how much of a toll it really was taking on George. But I decided to let him have some time to himself and stayed with Sam, who was just eating and playing with his food.

After a while, Sam was playing on the floor but George didn't return. So I picked Sam up and fixed his clothes. "Let's go find Uncle George!" I said to Sam, who clapped his hands and smiled. I put a coat on him since it was too cold. I opened the door and looked at George who just stood on the porch smoking.

"George... you know I hate it when you smoke." I made sure Sam was covered as much as possible. "Come inside, love." I told him, and he took one last puff and then put it out. He followed me inside and I covered my nose. "I hate the smell of cigarettes." I mumbled to myself as I took off the protective layering on Sam and let him wander around.

"If this is really stressing you out, I'll go with you tomorrow and we'll talk to the boys." I rubbed his arm and he smiled softly. "I would like tha'." He hugged me and I tried to ignore the stench of the cigarette on his clothes.

So we began to watch some animated kid's movies with Sam, even though we were more into it than he was.

And later, Ruth came and picked him up. "With work going well and everything, he's going to be coming here a lot more." Ruth told me and I smiled. "I don't mind at all." I told her.

And once they left, George just seemed so stressed, and I really didn't know what to do to help him. Maybe more massages? More sex? Music? I didn't know. But I was willing to try. I went to George and took his hands in mine. "Come." I said softly, and he stood and followed me to the bedroom and to the bathroom. "Strip." I told him, and his eyes widened a little as he followed my order.

I began to fill the bathtub with very warm water, and bubbles. When it reached high enough, he got in, and I stripped and joined him. I sat on his lap and straddled his hips as I faced him and stroked his cheeks. "I love you, Geo. And I hate seeing you so stressed. I want to help in any way I can. But whatever you decide to do, I truly support you." I placed a soft kiss on his lips, and he held my waist and pulled me closer to his body as he kissed me back, as if he really needed this. As if he craved it.

"Thank ye, Brielle. I love you too. And I couldn't ask for a better partner." He smiled softly as we remained in each other's arms in the bath.