Chapter 9

A/N: Wahoo party time...number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9

The next morning I looked over at John, which didn't take too much effort because he was snuggled into me. And gave him a quick kiss on the lips. I wriggled out of his grip and slipped out and bed and headed to the kitchen. I decided I would make pancakes. Being to lazy to make them from scratch, I grabbed pancake mix from the cupboard and placed a pan on the stove. I poured some into a mixing bowl and added an egg, a little bit of oil, and some milk. I mixed it all together and scooped some into the pan. While that pancake was cooking, John came up to me and hugged me from behind. Nuzzling in the crook of my neck.

"Mornin."

"Morning John," I said while I placed the cooked pancake on a plate and scooped some more from the bowl. He was silent as I finished up breakfast.

I grabbed the plate with the stack of pancakes and said "John you've got to let go of me. I can't walk to the table with you on me!"

"Well then I guess you're not walking to the table,"

"You're such a bastard."

"Yeah but I'm your bastard and you're stuck with me."

"That I am," I said as I struggled to free myself from his grip. "Literally."

I struggled to free myself for a little while longer until John finally let me go.

"I only let you go cause I'm hungry."

"Okay hungry, then can you set the table for me?"

"Fine."

After John sat the table we ate the pancakes as quickly as we could because they were so delicious. We finished them soon after and John cleared the table.

"You should call George."

"What? Why?"

"Cause he's your husband."

I gave him a weird look.

"Just call him. Ask him how the trips going. And how things are between him and Pattie."

"If you say so."

"Trust me. It's all part of my master plan."

"Okay I'll call him right now, but you need to be quiet. He can't know you're here."

"Yeah I know."

I picked up the phone and dialed the number that George told me to call if I wanted to talk to him. A woman answered.

"Hi can I help you?"

"Hi. I'm looking for George Harrison."

"May I ask who this is?"

"I'm his wife."

John rolled his eyes when. I said that.

"Okay then, I'll connect you to him right away."

A few moment later George answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi love!"

John rolled his eyes again. There's definitely going to be a lot of eye rolling during this conversation.

"Oh hi darling!"

"How's it going?"

"It's going great!"

"That's wonderful. How's Pattie been treating you?"

"Er...she's...wonderful."

"You okay you sound nervous?"

"Um-Yeah! I'm fine!"

"Okay...If you say so! I love you."

Another eye roll from John.

"Love you too! Bye!"

"Bye Georgie."

Yet another eye roll from John.

I hung up the phone.

"What's with all the eye rolling?"

"I don't like hearing you say shit about you and George's relationship."

"Why? Are you jealous?"

"What? No."

"You are!"

"Shut up."

"It's okay to be jealous."

"Stop."

"I'll stop if you admit you're jealous."

"...Fine. I'm jealous.

"Now that wasn't too hard was it?"

"Yes it was. It was extremely difficult."

It was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Okay well George is coming home tomorrow is there anything you wanna do?"

John smirked.

"Besides that, John. We've done that countless times. And don't get me wrong I love it, but can we do something that we're actually not going to be able to do for awhile?"

John thought for a bit.

"I wanna take you out."

"What?"

"I wanna take you out for a night on the town."

"John it's the morning!"

"Okay. Later."

"John the press-"

"Won't recognize us if we wear disguises."

"Disguises?"

"Yeah I'm a Beatle you don't think I know about disguises?"

"Fair enough."

We spent hours going through outfits and wigs. John decided to wear something simple with a floppy sun hat and George's sunglasses. I wore a wig, a new dress that I haven't worn and a pair of sunglasses. I spent an hour on my makeup going heavier than I normally do and another hour making fun of John's hat. By then if was time to go.

We spent our night walking around town and checking out store after store, buying absolutely nothing. As it got a bit later we stumbled into a few clubs getting drunker as the night progressed. I had a bit too much to drink and ended up throwing up into the club toilet. After that John decided it would be best to end the night. We got home and changed. I crawled into bed and John kissed me goodnight. He had to leave because George would be home early tomorrow morning.

"Good night."

"Good night John. I love you."

"I love you too."

And with that, he left.