Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 83

"Thank you so much for today!" Pattie said as I walked them to the apartment door. I licked some of my ice cream as Jordan finished hers.

"Yeah thank you, Ms. Brielle! I had a lot of fun!" Jordan said, devouring her ice cream. Pattie opened the door and we all entered in, putting our shopping bags down.

Adam came out from his room and greeted Pattie by kissing her, then hugged Jordan. "There are my girls!" He hugged me as well, which made me smile. "Hey Adam."

"Where did you ladies go today?" He took Pattie's bag to their room, then came back. "Well first we went shopping, then we went out for lunch, then after a while, we went to an amusement park for the rest of the afternoon, then we grabbed some ice cream. I should've brought Zuri." I explained, then sat back in the chair.

"Well maybe we can do this again soon, and next time we'll take Zuri." Pattie said, and I nodded. "Definitely."

"Oh! Brielle, George called earlier. He was looking for you."

"Did he say why?"

Adam shook his head and I sighed. "Well I better head home to see what he wants. Thank you everyone!" I got up and grabbed my things.

"Remember What I said earlier. Everything will be alright." Pattie rubbed my shoulders, and I placed my hand over hers. "Thank you."

"Bye, Ms. Brielle! Thank you for everything!" Jordan ran to me and hugged me, and I hugged her back. "You are welcome, love!" When she let go, I waved to them as I headed back to the car and drove home.

After the gates opened and I drove into the driveway, I parked and grabbed my bags and ice cream and got out of the car.

"Where 'ave ye been? It's late." George said as I was getting out of the car. "I didn't come back home to be nagged to death, George." I turned to him and he had Zuri in his arms. "Hi baby." I kissed her forehead, but she went straight for my ice cream and began to eat it. But the cold temperature made her cringe and I took it back from her.

"No ice cream, love. It's almost bedtime." I took my things inside and George followed. "Ye didn't answer me question. Where 'ave ye been?" He said as we entered the house and he closed the door behind us.

I looked at him and finished my ice cream, then went to our room to put my bags in my closet.

"Come on, Zo. Let's get ready for bed." I heard him say in a very soft voice as he went to Zuri's room.

I sat on the floor in my closet and ran a hand through my hair. Maybe I was wrong. Trying to make George feel bad about not having another child. If he felt as if he wasn't ready, then I had to accept it.

I felt hurt because I really hoped he would want to, but he had every right to feel how he felt. So I just sat on the floor and thought about George's words and tried to imagine how he felt. While I did that, Cleo crawled into the closet with me and sat in my lap.

"Hi girl. Wow... you're getting big." I noticed how tall she was getting and her fur was getting thicker. "You're growing up." I laughed softly and she panted excitedly as I petted her. "Thanks girl. I needed someone to cheer me up right now." I hugged her softly, and she licked my cheek, which made me laugh.

"Brielle?" George called as he looked into the closet and saw me on the floor with Cleo. "Yeah?"

"I know ye want to have another child, but I don't want one right now. I'm satisfied with Zuri for now."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"We 'ave to. So we both can be on the same page about it."

I sighed and continued to pet Cleo. "I just want ye to know how I feel about it, and now that ye do, I want ye to understand how I feel."

"But I can't understand. The way you feel makes no sense to me. I think it's about time Zuri had a sibling. She's lonely. And yet, you don't want to see that she is lonely."

"She has Jordan! She has us! Why would she feel lonely when she's not alone?"

I groaned as I took Cleo off my lap and I stood up and left the closet to sit on the bed. "Being alone and being lonely are two different things, George."

He got up and followed me towards the bed. "And Zuri is neither of those! I just want us to be on the same page!"

"So you want me to admit that I'm wrong for noticing how my daughter feels and trying to fix it? And I'm just supposed to agree with you because you're my husband?"

He shook his head. "No! That's not what I'm saying!"

"But that is what your saying! And I'm not going to let you dictate how I'm supposed to feel!" I got up and my hand moved back, before it swiftly landed on George's cheek. I slapped him. But it didn't stop there.

There was so much anger built up inside of me, and I headed towards a nice vase that we got as a wedding gift, and quickly knocked it over, and it shattered on the floor. "Fuck you!" I screamed at George and quickly exited the room.

I know I overreacted, but my anger took over and I ended up doing things I definitely already regretted. Anger makes you do stupid things. But because of my pride, I didn't go back to apologize or anything like that. I went out to the backyard and sat in the grass, and looked out towards George's garden, and it calmed me down.

Cleo walked outside through the open door and sat in my lap again. "You're so sweet..." I whispered to her and held her close. "Thanks for supporting me." We both just sat there until  George entered the kitchen. He probably just finished cleaning up my mess. I felt horrible, but I believed every word I said.

Our eyes met through the window, and I quickly turned my back towards him. Sometimes, he would come and just hug me whenever I got like this. But this time, he didn't. He turned off the kitchen light and went back upstairs. And that's when I completely lost it. I began sobbing and crying louder than I thought I would.

I didn't think a conversation like wanting another kid could almost break us apart.