The Beatles | Oneshots | On Hold

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Paul McCartney × Reader-Y/N

1962-1963 (very early Beatles)

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I mutter a couple of curse words to myself, pushing the door open. I hang my coat on the hanger and put my shoes away. My stomachache was getting worse, so I put a hand over it to relieve some of the pain. Sighing, I make my way to the kitchen to find a big surprise.

The table was done perfectly, with roses and candles lit in the very center of it, two plates opposite each other with wine glasses next to them. Smiling at the romantic sight in front of me, I jump slightly as I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist. "Hello my dear," I hear Paul say and spin me around to face him.

"Do you like it?" he asked and looked over to the table. "Yes, yes I love it," I said and smiled, kissing his soft, sweet lips. He kissed back and took hold of both my hands, leading me to the already set up table. He held the stool back for me. "M'lady," he said and slightly bowed down to me. I giggled a "M'Cartney" and bowed back, earning a laugh from Paul.

"The food isn't done yet," he said pouring the wine into our glasses. I smile at him, completely forgetting about the pain I was in. "Thank you, Paul. This is just what I needed," I said and pulled him down by his collar, kissing his lips again. He kissed back and smiled, "Anything for you, darling."

He made his way to the oven, trying to figure out how to operate the machine. "Do you need help?" I asked and turned around. "Err... No, I'll be fine. I've already called your mother to help me with this thing earlier..." he said and scratched the back of his neck. I laughed and stood up to go and help him - when he suddenly sprang up and sat me back at my seat.

"No no no no! You just relax, I'll try to figure it out myself before I burn the food," he said and tried to work the oven again. I heard him shout proudly at himself when he finally figured it out, bringing the tray with the food. "I'm sorry it's nothing fancy... I didn't want to make fish and chips again and that's all I can make," he said, looking kinda sad and disappointed at himself.

"Oh, love, it's great," I exclaimed and smiled at Paul, earning a smile from him. He placed the food onto our plates. The smell of the deliciously looking mash made me dig into it immediately - I loved Paul's mashed potatoes. Shortly after I dug in the sausages as well. As I was eating, the stomachache returned and it was even worse than before.

I tried not to make it obvious - I didn't want to worry Paul too much. "Y/N, is something wrong?" he looked at me, putting down his fork. I shook my head and continued eating small bits of the food. He took my hands in his, knowing something wasn't just right. "Please, tell me... Are you in pain? Is someone hurting yo-..." "I'm fine, Paul. It's just a stomachache, again, nothing to be worried about." I cut him off.

"I'm sorry..." I sighed. "No, don't be. You should have told me, love!" he said and got up from his chair, helping me stand up. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands around his neck. He carried me to the bathroom, closing the toilet lid and sitting me on it. I looked around, yet to see another surprise. The bathtub was filled with hot water and bubbles, rose petals all over the place. I smiled as Paul came over to me and helped me get rid of my clothes.

He helped me get in the bath and kneeled beside the tub. "Paul, it wasn't the food - that it was delicious, but I had a rough day at work today again..." I sighed and looked at him. "Don't worry, that's quite alright. I just don't want you hurtin'," he said and held my hand. "Do you... Mind joining me?" I smiled at him. He smiled back and took off his shirt - and the rest of his clothes. I scooted over to the front of the tub, making room for him. He sat down behind me and pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me.

"The Beatles will be big someday, y'know... And then, we won't have to worry about money - or anything at all. You won't have to work hard everyday... We'll have everything we want," he said as his hands made their way to my shoulders, massaging them gently. I smile and lean back, him continuing his speech. "We'll get married and have a happy little family..." I could feel his lips form into a big grin. I giggled quietly and smiled. "You'd want that?" I asked.

"Well of course! I love you, Y/N," he said and kissed the back of my head, continuing to massage my back. I sighed as the pain slowly started to fade. After - what felt like hours - of sitting and chit chattin' in the bath we finally got out and wrapped ourselves in our bathrobes and continued the cuddling in the bedroom. As we were laying on the bed in each other's arms, the pain in my stomach got more and more intense - until I felt like throwing up.

I broke out of his grip, running to the bathroom. I kneeled in front of the toilet as I threw up, a pair of soft, gentle hands holding my hair back and stroking my arm. I looked to the side to see Paul looking at me slightly worried. "I'm fine..." I managed to speak out before I threw up again. As soon as I was finished, I collapsed in his arms and he held me close to him. "You're not... You're sick, love. Let's get you to bed," Paul said and picked me up, carrying me to our bedroom.

He laid me on the bed, laying down next to me, holding me until I fell asleep. Next morning I woke up feeling way better, I got up and got ready for work. The apartment was super tidy - including the dishes. Paul must have done the dishes, I smiled. I picked up the note on the table

"Good morning, love! I hope you're feeling better, I'm at the studio with the boys, finishing off our first album! Oh - by the way - I made you breakfast and cleaned up the place. I hope you like it :) -Yours, Paul"

I read the letter and smiled, sitting at the table. After I finished breakfast, I hurried off to work.

"What if you're pregnant??" my friend-coworker Mariah exclaimed after I've told her about my incident yesterday. "You think?" I looked at her in slight shock. "I don't know. But you should check, just in case," she told me, opening the door. We left our workplace and she went with me to pick up a pregnancy test.

I took the test as soon as I got home. When I saw the results, I broke down in tears. It was positive. I didn't know if I should either be happy or not. I sat on the sofa where I calmed down. My mind was going crazy... How do I tell Paul? Should I even tell Paul? How will he react? Is it too early for this? -Well, I certainly can't do anything about it now. I sat there alone with my wild imagination all until Paul came home.

"Y/N, I'm home!" he yelled and came to the living room shortly after, finding me looking miserable, sitting on the sofa - staring off to the distance. "Oh, what happened?? Are you alright??" he said and I stood up, looking at him. My eyes started tearing up and I started stuttering - trying to come up with words. "Paul, I'm... I..." I let a couple of tears roll down my cheeks. "You're what, love?..." he said and put his hands on my shoulders, stroking them gently.

"I'm pregnant," I managed to breathe out. He stood there, looking at me in shock. "I'm sorry..." I said and hid my face in his chest. "It's not your fault," he smiled and sat me on the sofa, climbing on it next to me. He lifted my shirt and stroked my stomach gently. "Hello there, little McCartney!... I'm your daddy, and I promise to take good care of you - and your beautiful, beautiful mommy, which I love very much. I love you too, y'know," he kissed my stomach and continued talking to it.

"So... You're not mad?" I asked him, playing with his hair. "Are you crazy, love?? Of course not, this is great! I've been dreaming of this..." he smiled and kissed me.

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AN:

Hello lovelies! Sorry if the ending is sort of emotional -ish, but after all I hope you like it. Comment requests/opinions! <3

This is the longest oneshot I've ever even written and it's about 1,5k words (which isn't even a lot) 😳✌️
And also, let's pretend the pregnancy tests weren't invented in 1970.