All You Need Is Love

Problems

YEAR: 1964

Its December and I could barley walk. The winter in Paris is a lot harsher than Liverpool. The tour is going beautifully and all is well. Lucy's wedding is in 5 days and the boys have 3 concerts and thankfully the last concerts of the tour. The boys had left for their first Paris concert earlier that day; Pattie had flown in from London to attend Lucy's wedding.

"Oh Lucy, I'm so happy for ye!"
"Thank ye Pattie." Pattie flashed her a smile.
"Where's yer dress?" I asked.
"Should be in the closet, would ye be kind and grab it for me?" I gave her a sassy look. "Oh, yeah," she let out a small giggle and looked over to Cynthia, "Cyn, can ye please get it for me?"
"Sure darlin," Cynthia stood up and made her way over to the closet, "uh, Lucy..."
"Yeah?" Lucy became very nervous.
"There's no dress in here."
"WHAT!"
Lucy sprung up from the couch and sprinted over to the closet.
"THERES NO DRESS IN HERE!" She began digging through the rubbish in the closet.
"Ok, Lucy, clam down, yer gonna stress Michelle out."
"I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT MICHELLE RIGHT NOW!"
"Well, ye should," Pattie said while sprinting in, "she needs help!"
"What's wrong?" Cynthia became worried.
"I-I dunno! C'mon!"
"I'm comin! Lucy, call Paul!"
"HOW!"
"I DUNNO, YE KNOW WHAT," she took a deep breath to calm down, "just drive down there and get him."
"Should I get 'em all?"
"Just Paul for now, now go!"
Lucy nodded and sprinted out the door to get Paul. Cynthia rushed into the 'living room' to see what was wrong.
"MICHELLE!" She rushed to my side, "okay, tell me, what's wrong."
"I-I-I think I'm in labor!"
"WHAT!" Pattie started freaking out.
"Alright, can ye stand?" Cynthia remained calm.
I tried go get myself up, then I felt pain.
"No, I can't."
"Alright, I'm gonna call an ambulence, Pattie, stay here with Michelle."
"Okay, I can do that."
Cynthia ran to the phone and called an ambulance. The phone call was rather short, when she was done she ran back over to me.
"Alright, since our room is on the top floor, we have to meet 'em downstairs, to save time. Now, Michelle, we're gonna help ye get up, grab our hands."
I took a hold of their hands and they pulled me off the couch, as soon as I got up, I stumbled and almost fell.
"Are ye alright?"
"No!"
"That was a stupid question, I'm sorry, let's just go."
"What about the kids?"
"I'll grab Jules, Pattie, get Heather. Michelle, please stay standing."
"I'll do my best."
"Alright."
They leaned me up against a wall and rushed to get the children.
"Okay, we're back, c'mon."
They wrapped their arms around my waist and walked me to the lift. Heather was on Pattie's hip and Julian was on Cynthia's hip. Once we got out of the lift, the ambulence was there to help me.
"Mrs. McCartney?" The man had a thick French accent.
"Yes, that's me."
"We are here go help you to the hospital."
"Thank ye."
"You two are not allowed to come."
"Then where are we suppose to go?"
"You can meet us there, but only one of you can ride in the back."
"I'll take the kids Pattie, go with Michelle."
"Alright, are ye sure?"
"Ye don't have kids, I can handle them. Now go!"
Pattie nodded and set Heather on the ground and hopped into the ambulance.
"C'mon Heather, yer goin with aunite Cyn."
"Mummy?"
"Yer mummy is not feelin well, we're gonna meet her at the hospital. Okay?"
"Okay!"
Cynthia turned her head to Julian, "why don't ye ever talk?" Julian just sat there, same expression on his face as always.

"LET ME IN, I NEED TO SEE PAUL!"
"Miss, I can't let you in."
"PLEASE! I WAS SENT HERE BY PAULS WIFE! SHES GONE INTO LABOR AND SHE NEEDS HIM!"
"How do you know Paul's wife?"
"She's a really close friend, NOW LET ME IN!"
"I can't."
"THEN GET RINGO OUT HERE! IM HIS FIANCÉ-" Lucy was cut off.
"You're Ringo's fiancé?"
"Yeah, why?" Lucy folded her arms and gave the man a sour look.
"Why didn't ye just say so?" He gave her a smile and opened the door for her.
"Thank ye."
Lucy sprinted in and ran backstage.
"PAUL! PAUL!" Paul ignored what he thought was a crazed fan. "JAMES PAUL MCCARTNEY ANSWER ME!" He turned around to find a tired Lucy.
"Lucy? What's wrong?"
"Its Michelle-"
"WHAT HAPPENED!?!"
"Shes gone into labor! I have a car, let's go!"
A worried look creeped onto Paul's face as he ran with Lucy.
"PAUL! WE HAVE A SHOW TO DO!" Paul didn't answer.
"PAUL," John called, "ANSWER GEORGE!"
"CANCEL THE SHOW!" Paul yelled as he slammed the door behind him.
"We can't cancel the show!" Ringo exclaimed.
"I know someone we can bring in for a day or two."
"Who?" George asked.
"Stewart."