«𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘕𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵»
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March 22, 1967
"Rebecca you are the prettiest girl in Brooklyn. Thank you, Sr. Jeffers. Will you accompany me to the mysterious wedding today? MMM NOPE! But, but... Rebecca, I love you! I LOVE YOU TOO, I loveeeee you! Marry me, Rebecca!!... NO. Why? I-I don't love you, OOPSIS! REBECCAAAAAA!!... I'm in love with another. Who is this maaaan!!?? He... is.... YOU! I LOVE YOU! Marry me, Rebecca. Nope. REBECCAAAAAA! I'm in love with your brother. CHAD? I'll kill him when I find him!... Or he will find you!! CHAAAD!? The mysterious wedding has been or wedding all along, Rebecca and I are getting wed at the wedding today!! YOU! Are not invited!! Will you be my best man?... Of course, brother! I hate you so much... Goodbye brother, I'll see you at the bachelor party. Goodbye, Sr. Jeffers, I will always love ya... Rebecca!"
George watched from the doorway with a big grin on his face at Rebecca, who was sitting in the greenish garden as she performed what looked like a whole play with their white cat Corky and the newest member of their household, a border collie puppy which they named: Millie. The young woman kept changing her voice as she changed characters. She was so absorbed in playing with their pets she didn't notice his presence.
"What are you doing, Mrs. Harrison?" George shouted with a smile.
Rebecca gave a little scare jump. The way he called her by her new last name made her melt and feel massive butterflies on the belly. Sorry feminism.
"¡Dios! How long you've been spying there? How rude! Did you see everything?" Becca asked out loud blushing sheepishly as she put Millie on the grass, the puppy began to run at George's direction, he laughed and left his hiding place until he reached his wife, sitting next to her, holding Millie with him.
"Long enough," he looked at her playfully with those mesmerizing velvety eyes, leaving Millie aside. "Poor Mr. Jeffers," he said, grinning as stroked Corky their kitten, who had played Mr. Jeffers role. "You've always been a heartbreaker!" George teased Rebecca by giving her a playful slight poke on her ribs.
She stuck out her tongue childishly. "Of course, I am. Have you seen me? I'm such a dream!" she joked between giggles.
"Of course you are, my pretty girl!" he told her coming closer to kiss Becca's bare shoulder, tickling her by the touch due to her husband's facial hair.
"Babe, stop! It tickles!" Rebecca said squirming and then taking her man's face in her hands, petting his beard and moustache.
Boy, he was damn sexy. How did she managed to marry one of the most handsome men on earth? Not even in her wildest dreams thought about it.
"At first I was like... mmm beard and moustache as a joke... but brooo. I don't think it's a joke anymore!" she teased before launching into a passionate kiss, she urgently needed his physical contact. She entwining her hands in his now longer hair and ruffling it.
George returned her kiss immediately. Gripping Becca's waist tight. He adored showing how much he loved her whenever he could. Each kiss and caress were better than the last and with each day they spent together their love and devotion grew more and more.
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So far, so good they'd beaten the first year of marriage extremely well. So well, that from all the members of the band and their girls, the Harrisons were the most adorable, tender, passionate, faithful couple.
You could tell only by looking at them. No one knew what it was around those two, but they shared such a deep and beautiful connection it could only be projected onto others in a positive blooming way.
Things and days at Kinfauns were perfect to say the least. Between both built a beautiful timeless home where photos of their travels, wedding and honeymoon hung on the walls, just like photos of George's family, paintings that Cynthia did to represent Rebecca's family. Records and more records arranged all over the house, guitars, ukuleles, and sitars and Indian instruments walking from one place to another.
Designer furniture that Rebecca carefully selected and paid for with her own money. She also created some handmade pieces design by her. It was a cosy place where all their friends regularly meet together, filling the house with laughs and music and lots of food.
Recently they painted the exterior walls with colourful psychedelic patterns leaving the pure white in the past, in general it'd been George's idea, but Rebecca didn't refuse, and they had an incredible time painting together.
Not to mention the beautiful garden George created for them.
Them, Rebecca said, but in fact, George knew he was doing it just for her, and he was delighted to please his lovely wife by doing gardening things. Not without considering the countless times that he was interrupted by Becca and her burning desire for him. He was even able to grow a beautiful bougainvillea just for Rebecca; an incredible feat to do in England.
And while he still hadn't fully spent all his free time in the garden, he did great things in there. When he wasn't doing something at EMI's studios, like recording Sgt. Pepper's or his own studio at home practicing with Ravi, now that gigs and tours were over, he could tell he was officially Mr. Harrison and that made him incredibly blissful.
Thanks to Rebecca and with her, George was able to ride on his spiritual journey and connect with Hinduism and Indian culture, things which also filled him. It made him happy to go on a good course. However, there was still a long way to go but meditating and connecting with all helped him a lot.
And they would be always grateful with this wisdom which made them open their eyes and soul to be together for good. As much other knowledges, the couple became vegetarian too. George and Becca even got married once more, by a marriage ceremony when they pilgrimaged back to India in September 1966.
Rebecca kept getting used to life in the past, in the 60s, with the help of her loving husband. And George also got used to her occasionally speaking strangely or asking for things that didn't exist yet. Becca tried not to do it so often and not to interfere with the course of life, but she wasn't perfect.
She didn't tell George what she knew about the next years, surprisingly, things were very similar to what she knew, but in a different way. And from what she knew she would continue at George's side for a long, long time. Strange but true. Sukanya told them, as she knew it for sure.
It was magic and chaos completely covering them, although as in all marriages there were difficult moments, most of them were for foolish or external reasons.
Why don't you pick up your clothes? Why did you eat my candies? Why is your bed's side so comfortable? And the ultimate favourite: Why are you wearing too many layers of clothes?
At the end of the day, even if there were many difficult days, neither of them could remember one that made them want to walk away or had really angered them. It was still pretty soon to say it, their love was young, yet they discovered so much together and knew each other way too well, the couple could assure that it would always be like it. It felt like a lifetime, but they didn't get tired of each other.
It was something special about their relationship, their love existed thanks to magic, mystery and energy, they shared a deep fond, opened to each other so completely, not only physically, sexually, and spiritually but like human beings, soulmates and bound themselves together.
Their love for sure broke a lot of natural laws but it never felt wrong or in a bad way. On the contrary, it always felt like walking on the right path, with love, mistakes holding together.
Between them made a great team.
Contrary to pretty much every man in the 60s, bandmates included, George understood quickly that he had to be an active part of the formation of their home. John Lennon called it "feminist propaganda" but being with Becca taught George Harrison so much and he saw the world differently.
Each one had tasks and responsibilities in the house, he was always committed to do it, and he knew it wasn't only his wife's task to attend their household.
Rebecca adored he was such a hardworking, caring, loving, handy and sexy man. He was totally perfect, created by the universe and the gods.
Life was good, full of love, respect and joy between them, their connection was so deep, only with one look they told each other everything, what the other thought, wanted or needed, there wasn't need for words many times. Both had their space, their job, their things, and all that helped their relationship to strengthen.
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The kiss caused them to end up lying on the grass in the bright early spring sun, the precious white light made shine on Rebecca's necklace and the ring on her finger projecting on George's face a kaleidoscope of colors thanks to the reflection.
"Then, what ye think? Should I keep it, shouldn't I?" George asked between kisses above his amazing wife, enjoying her delicious lips which tasted like honey.
"This?" Rebecca said stroking his moustache and beard lightly. "Fuck yeah! You look even more handsome. How is that possible?" One thing for sure was it; George Harrison with facial hair was on another level. She returned to seek his lips, but now she'd totally changed her way to a sweeter and more tender one. "Still tickles me though"
"You'll get used to" George giggled "So, baby what will be my next move?" he asked as always teasing his wife about her condition in the world. He always used to joke about it as if Becca could predict his moves.
The female narrow her dark eyes and put a funny grimace rolling them. "Y'know your joke it's so 1965... It's getting old,"
George proceeded to rub his face into his girl's, placing soft and delicate kisses all over her face making her giggle too.
Staring at each other, they ended with a soft, attentive, tender kiss full of so much love mixing in their mouths.
"Te amo muchísimo, George Harrison"
"I love you so, so much, my beautiful Becca! My love..." he whispered, bringing their foreheads together.
They were truly the perfect match.
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A/N: And that's it. This is the last chapter. Before I start to burst in tears I wanna thank you all for stopping by every time. Believe me when I say I didn't expect anyone to read it. I'm so happy to conclude this.
If you are interested Part Two is coming, those chapters will be shorter so I hope you like them. I'm gonna take some days off to prepare everything.
All my loving.
- Stella Harrison