THE LENNONS arrived at the home of Ritchie and Mo Starkey.
Two other cars parked at the front, who belonged to George Harrison and Paul Mccartney.
The car came to a stop, Em hopped out and walked to the back to get Jules.
Her large pink sunglasses hid her eyes, from the dull sun.
She picked up her son, she slammed the door shut and locked the car.
John put his arm around both of them and they walked to the front door, he knocked a couple of times before Ritchie answered.
"hiya guys!" he smiled happily, "long time no see Em!"
"you too!" she pecked his cheek and stopped into the house, Jules grabbed onto the door holding them both back.
She chuckled, and gently pulled his little hands away.
John handed Ritchie a pack of beers, since John insisted they should bring them.
Em shook her head and chuckled, she walked past to two men and handed towards the living room, where everyone else was.
"Em!" Mo said happily, she stood up instantly and indulged her in a hug.
"hi Mo." the blonde smiled.
Then she thought, that was the first time she'd seen Mo and Jane since the beginning on 1967.
Jane shared a hug with her and of course Pattie did.
George gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, and Paul "you doing ok?"
"yeah." Em smiled, pecking his cheek.
Jules reached out for his uncle Paulie, the McCartney boy smiled widely and took the little boy in his arms.
Em sat down beside Pattie on the couch, "how is everything going?" she asked.
"just dandy, they're planning the release party for the new line, on the 10th." the Lennon girl replied.
"oh great!" Pattie smiled.
Jules crawled towards Zak, who was playing with his toys.
Em watched as her son interacted with the other little boy, they two seemed to remember each other because within seconds they were playing happily together.
She smiled and reached into her bag to pull out her packet of cigarettes and lighter.
She lit it, and offered Pattie one, which she gladly took.
"righty, so i found out little videos from Santorini. Ritchie really wants to see it, so i hope yous don't mind if i show the lads then." Mo said.
The three Beatles wife nodded, "yeah i don't mind." Em smiled.
"alright great!" Mo replied excitedly, going into a drawer and pulling out the tape.
She clicked the remote and the videos begun to play.
The first one being, Em running through the hallway singing.
"so Em is in the shower singing as always, with that beautiful voice." Jane said at the camera as Mo held it.
Em could be heard in the background, singing Feeling Good by Nina Simone.
They were rather surprised at how well she sang, it's was expecting, since what couldn't Clementine Darling do.
There was another video off Emmy and Pattie snorting some white powder.
The lads laughed as the two girls both sat up and had white moustaches.
There was a video of Tina and Jane dancing around the pool.
A clip of Em chucking herself into the pool, clearly intoxicated. She floated around the pool on her back laughing.
Another of Emmy on Melody's back as they swam in the ocean, a joint in between her fingers.
After twenty minutes of fits of laughter, it came to an end.
"how about we go outside?" Ringo asked, looking out the window at the sun.
Everybody else agreed, Em picked Jules up and kissed his cheek.
John stood behind them and gave Jules funny faces, which the little boys seemed to find hilarious.
The blonde giggled, and drew circles on her sons back with her index finger.
The group sat outside on the patio, Jules sat on his mummy's lap and placed around with her hand.
She smiled and kissed the top of his head, he looked up and smiled cheekily.
"cheeky boy." Em cooed, tickling his tummy.
"i miss when they were that age." Ritchie said to John, looking at the two.
"yeah, he's a great kid, Ems the best mother." John smiled.
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TWO HOURS HAD past all the lads very much tipsy, John on the verge of being black out drunk.
The wife's, Jules and Zak had sat around the table and played Monopoly.
Obviously not the two little boys, but they found great comfort in their mothers laps.
Ritchie had plugged in the 'extra loud' speaker, as he'd said. He opened the doors widely, Blonde On Blonde.
Em could remember the day, Tina had gotten a random call from Bob Dylan, even more random, he was asking to specially speak to Em.
Surprisingly, their conversations were good, they entertained Em, which is why they were on the phone for two hours straight.
So thanks to Bob Dylan, Emmy had missed a very unnecessary and boring meeting, and she'd forever be thankful for that.
Jules stood up and Em helped him stand still, he shook, bobbed, wobbled his little body around to the music.
Emmy giggled, as Mo did the same to Zak.
Suddenly, John clamped his beer bottle down onto the table, Em flinched.
Everybody stopped what they were doing and just stared at John.
You could never really tell what his next move was, especially when he was drunk.
Then like he couldn't just made everybody in there shit themselves, he picked the beer back up and casually took a sip.
Emmy rolled her eyes, she knew that night it was going to be a rough.
She always got that feeling in the pit of her stomach when someone bad was going to happen.
Paul shot her a worried glances, knowing if John didn't sober up soon it was going to be one hell of a night.
Em looked back at her son and smiled, she kissed his cheek and continued to move him to the music.
She lit a cigarette, after she'd passed Jules to Pattie, and look a long puff, she felt at ease. Her eyes closed and she looked up at the ceiling dreamingly.
Cigarettes were the only things that got her through Johns behaviour when he was drunk.
She watched as he stood up and walked away, the bathroom door could be heard slamming a few seconds later.
She looked down at her cigarette in between her fingers, she bit her lip annoyingly.
That was something she absolutely despised when John was drunk, he'd just be so rough and dramatic and for what reason?
He always found some way to ruin the fun, that was finding some alcohol and drinking until he passed out.
The bathroom door could be heard opening, and the large noise of his storming back through.
She watched as he came around the corner, she looked away shamelessly.
Everybody else in the room look quite embarrassed even being in the same room as John.
Silence, until John decided to break it by singing his heart out to I Want You.
Emmy could feel his eyes shooting right at her, she peered behind her and she was right.
Her breath hitched slightly, she got the shiver.
For some reason, whenever John was drunk he'd become scary to Em, she never understood why but he just did.
She stood up and walked up the stairs, to the bathroom farthest away.
She closed the door behind her and leaned against the counter, she clutched her head in her hands.
She turned around and looked in the mirror, she took a deep breath.
Even upstairs she could hear John singing, a pause every now and then, Em assumed he was taking a sip of beer.
She walked out the bathroom and walked back downstairs, as she was doing so she heard John shouting, "shut it McCartney! I'll drink as much as i want!"
She turned the corner and saw John downing three shots , like it was water.
Pattie panicked as Jules begun to cry, which caused Zak to suddenly start as well.
Bob Dylan, two kids crying and John Lennon going off on one was a terrible mixture.
Emmys face scrunched up as she quickly rushed over to Jules, Pattie passed Em her son.
She cradled her little boy in her arms, "it's ok Jules, shhhh."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" John screeched at the top of his lungs.
Everyone jumped slightly, it was completely silence even Jules and Zak had quiet down.
Em looked at her husband, who was staring directly at her, 'had he really said that to his own son?' she thought to herself.
A small tear rolled down her cheek, she looked away and grabbed her bag and hat.
With that, she walked out not before saying to John, "your a immature fucker."
She got to the front door and opened it, and she headed straight to her car.
Peacefully, Jules sat comfortably in his seat, just as she was about to get into the car, John yelled "what the fuck did you call me?!"
She turned around and saw him stood at the front door, she shook her head and ignored him.
"answer me Em! What did you fucking call me?!" he rushed over to her, trapping her between him and the car door.
Emmy looked at her husband, terrified. She looked at him straight in the eyes, "i called you a immature fucker."
"explain that to me! Fucking explain how i'm a 'immature fucker'" he yelled loudly.
"look at yourself! Your a sick man John Lennon. Your a father and look at how your acting, immature. Just because your famous and have this bright life, don't forget you have a son and a wife! Not everything is about you!" Em screamed angrily.
SLAP
She gasped loudly, her hand instantly flying to her cheek.
John looked at her shocked, he stared down at his hand with a shaky breath.
A tear rolled down her cheek, she shoved him back hard and opened the car door.
She started the car engine, she looked up at the rear view mirror and saw John stood still and Paul jogging up behind him.
She didn't bother looking back after that, she kept driving until she reached Tinas house.
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