Poor Lucy continued to struggle through each day in pain. The doctors could still offer her little in the way of relief except to rest as much as she could. However, even then, the pains still plagued her to the point that she grew increasingly frustrated and more desperate for her pregnancy to finally be over.
"Hey Lucy love," said Paul one afternoon, keen to lift her mood, "Can I play you my new song I've just finished?"
She scowled up at him from the sofa where she was lying. "It's alright for you, merrily getting on with life, and I'm stuck here like a beached whale in total agony!" She snapped, shaking her head, "So NO, I don't want to hear some daft song. Leave me alone!" She closed her eyes.
Paul opened his mouth to respond but then decided against it. Instead he left the room in silence. Barely seconds had passed when Lucy opened her eyes, immediately regretting snapping at Paul as she had. It wasn't his fault she was so uncomfortable at the moment. She slowly heaved her bulk to her feet and walked wearily to Paul's music room where the sound of the piano could be heard. She knocked on the door.
"Paul?" The piano sound stopped so she knocked again, "Paul," she called, "Can I come in?"
"Sure!" His voice was quiet, uncertain.
Lucy opened the door and stood for a moment in the doorway. "I'm sorry for snapping Paul love. It's not your fault I'm feeling so crap!" Her bottom lip began to wobble. "Forgive me!"
Paul got up from the piano and went to her. He pulled her into his arms. "I know you feel rubbish! I wish I could help!" He kissed her gently, "You're forgiven!" He grinned. "I love you Lucy! Snap at me all you like if it helps...OK?"
Lucy gave him a weak smile. "You're mad sometimes Paul!"
"Mad for you woman!" He laughed then kissed her again, a kiss which Lucy responded to, making it deeper, more passionate. When it ended Lucy pressed her forehead against Paul's. "What was that for?" he asked softly. "You haven't kissed me like that for a while?"
"That's because despite feeling like I do, I adore McCartney," she whispered, "And I've avoided kissing you like that because it makes me as horny as hell!"
"Does it now?" Paul teased, rubbing himself against her.
Lucy groaned. "Don't do that Paul! Not unless you're planning on taking me to bed!"
"Why not?" said Paul. "Why don't we go to bed? Your blood pressure has been absolutely fine for ages now. Maybe a little gentle loving would help you feel better?"
Lucy's eyes lit up at Paul's suggestion. "Are you serious?"
He nodded, grinning at her. "I am. Tempted my love?"
"Very!" replied Lucy excitedly. Then she sighed. "We can't Paul love. I'm so big just how would we manage it!"
"I'm sure we could work something out! Or have a lot of fun trying! What do you think?"
It wasn't long before Lucy and Paul were lying on the bed, both naked but covered by a sheet.
"I still can't see how we can make it work." She said mournfully, "I can't even move to lie on my side!"
"Shhh." Paul began to kiss her, softly at first then more and more passionately. His hands caressed her body lovingly. He cupped her now enormous breasts softly, marveling at how beautiful they were now that they were swollen in readiness to feed his children. His hand moved slowly down her body until her came to her bump. It had been a while since Lucy had been totally naked in front of him. He leaned up on one arm, talking gently to Lucy about how sexy and beautiful she was to him and his pride that she was willing to go through so much in order to given birth to his children. He stroked her bump, talked softly to those inside and was rewarded with some brisk kicks from the babies yet to be born. He looked up at Lucy's face. She was smiling at him, watching him intently.
"I love you so much Lucy, my love," he told her, "Never forget that!" He began to kiss her again, this time his hand had moved beyond her bump and was stroking her clitoris gently. The more he kissed her, the more he played until she orgasmed, shouting his name as it hit. He held her in his arms as she began to calm down. She opened her eyes. "I'm guessing you enjoyed that?" he whispered.
Lucy smiled up at him, looking relaxed for the first time in a long time. "That was wonderful. Thank you Paul."
"You don't need to thank me baby. I love you!"
Lucy looked at him earnestly. "But what about you? What can I do for you?"
Paul grinned at her. "Who said I'd finished with you just yet?" He whispered something into her ear.
Lucy looked surprised. "You think that would work?
"We could try if you think it wouldn't hurt your back too much?"
Lucy put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I'm game for anything," she told him, grinning. "Especially as I don't think anything could make my back hurt more than it does anyway!"
Paul helped her to her feet then Lucy leaned over the bed, her bump supported by the pillows and covers.
"How does that feel?" Paul asked once she was in position.
"Surprisingly comfy!" said Lucy, "Its taken all the weight off my back!"
"Do you still want to try making love then?"
"You bet I do!"
Paul chuckled at the enthusiasm of Lucy's answer. "Tell me to stop if it hurts or you become uncomfortable. OK?"
"I will now, get on with it!" she urged, "It's been far too long!"
Paul slipped his arms around her and slowly began to kiss her neck and back. His hand slid down and caressed her bottom. Lucy moaned softly. His hand moved lower then he slipped his fingers into her and stroked her clitoris. Once more she moaned and pressed herself against his fingers. Encouraged by her obvious enjoyment Paul took a single finger and pushed it into her warm moistness and gently pumped it in and out. Lucy gasped with pleasure, making him smile.
"More!" she urged, "Please, more!"
"Do you want me to try to make love to you still?" he whispered.
Lucy moaned again and moved herself up and down on his finger. "OH YES!"
Paul moved and then positioned himself to enter her. He slowly pushed himself into her, filling her, and making her moan even louder.
"How's that baby?" said Paul, relishing the feel of her tight, warm wetness.
"Amazing!" she gasped, "Oh Paul, please."
Satisfied Lucy was fine with him being inside her, he began to move, very slowly at first but gradually increasing how deeply he took her. His eyes closed and his hands on Lucy's hips, he gently thrust into her, trying to absorb the intense pleasure he was feeling. He had missed their physical intimacy over the last month or so, he paced himself in order to ensure they both received the most pleasure possible from this opportunity to make love. Lucy moved against his thrust, pulling him deeper into her. She was now moaning more, crying out as he plunged deeper and faster.
"More Paul!" she called suddenly, "Please! More!"
Her frantic cries turned Paul on even more and his pace quickened further. He could feel Lucy begin to quiver and tighten around him.
"PAUL! ARGGH!" She cried loudly, coming hard against him. That led to his immediate undoing as Paul too climaxed. He leaned against her, panting hard as his ejaculation seemed to go on and on, filling her. Finally he slowly withdrew, holding on to Lucy to support her.
"Well done baby." he told her as he pulled her into his arms. "That was amazing! Thank you!"
Lucy looked up to him, and gave her a sleepy satisfied smile.
"Do you feel alright?" he asked again, concerned, "I didn't hurt you did I?"
Lucy shook her head. "I feel fantastic!" She kissed him, "Not an ache or a pain anywhere! Just happy!" She leaned her head against his chest. "But tired!"
Paul helped her to sit on to the bed.
"Help me put my feet up Paul love." she asked, yawning.
"Don't you need the bathroom first?"
She shook her head. "Sleep." She yawned again.
Paul lifted her feet into the bed and covered her up again. Then, whilst he too was naked, he slipped into bed beside her.
Lucy awoke several hours later, hungry and desperate for the bathroom. She got up and enjoyed the relief of emptying her bladder. Happy once more, she headed to the bed where Paul was still sound asleep. She sat on the bed, wondering if she could manage to get her own legs in without needing Paul's help, when the urge to go to the bathroom returned. Lucy heaved herself up once more and began to walk towards the bathroom. Suddenly Lucy felt wetness between her legs, as if she couldn't hold in the urine any more. Shocked, she tried to hurry but the wetness continued until a trickle of water ran down her legs and onto the carpet. It was then that Lucy realised. She hadn't actually wet herself as she first thought, her waters had broken!
"Paul!" She called, suddenly afraid, "Paul, wake up!"
Paul opened his eyes almost immediately and was concerned to see Lucy stood in the middle of the room, a scared expression on her face. "Lucy, what's wrong?"
"My waters have broken!" she told him, panic stricken, "I'm scared!"
"Hey, stay calm!" Paul was immediately out of bed and by her side, "Have you got any pains?" Lucy shook her head, "Right, then I'll ring the hospital and see what they say."
Lucy was surprised by the calmness of his reaction to her news. Paul spoke briefly to someone on the phone and then put it down.
"We have to go in Lucy love."
"Now?"
He nodded. "Right now!"
The journey to the hospital was nerve wracking! Paul spent the time trying to hide his feelings and reassure Lucy whilst she was waiting for the first signs of labour to start. They were taken through to a side room where a midwife and doctor were waiting for them. Paul helped Lucy up onto the bed so that she could be thoroughly examined. It wasn't long before it was established that although Lucy's waters had indeed broken, she wasn't actually in labour. Although relieved to hear this, Lucy resigned herself to the news that she would need to stay in hospital so that she could be monitored regularly.
15th December 1969 – 4.25am
Lucy woke up suddenly, aware that the once niggling back pain had turned into a fierce pain that went in waves. She breathed deeply and waited for it to pass. It subsided for a few minutes then hit her hard again. Lucy knew immediately what was happening – her labour had finally started! She pressed the call button and waited as wave after wave of pain hit her with an alarming regularity! It was with some relief that a midwife arrived quickly after the call button was pressed.
"Lucy?"
"I think I'm in labour!" said Lucy, "It's really strong regular pains though!"
"How long have you been having the pain Lucy?"
"About ten minutes!" She groaned, "God, that hurts!" She breathed deeply as she'd been shown, hoping to take the edge of the pains.
A doctor was called and, after being examined, it was found that Lucy was indeed in labour and that things seemed to be progressing very quickly.
"I need Paul!" Lucy cried, in between her pains, "Please call him!"
"We're going to take you through to the delivery ward Mrs McCartney," said the midwife, "and then we will ring your husband, You have a way to go yet before your babies will be born!"
Lucy groaned. "It doesn't feel like that to me!" she said, "These pains are so strong and there's no gaps between them! Is that normal?"
"I'll examine you again Mrs McCartney, once we get you to the delivery ward," said the doctor, "And I'll be able to give you something to help with the pain."
Lucy nodded, focusing on the next wave of contractions that were hitting her hard.
The delivery room was much brighter than the room she had been in, dazzling Lucy. She squinted around and could see how the room was prepared for all eventualities, including two cribs awaiting her babies. She was suddenly frightened.
"I'm scared!" She told the midwife suddenly, "Really scared! I need Paul!"
The doctor examined her as the midwife reassured her. "You're dilating very nicely Mrs McCartney. That's good!"
"My husband? Please, have you rung him yet?"
The midwife looked at the doctor questioningly. He nodded. The midwife patted Lucy's arm. "I'll go and do it now."
"Thank you," said Lucy, looking relieved, "Tell him to drive safely though!"
"I will, don't worry!"
By the time Paul arrived, Lucy was in established labour. She looked up as he came into the room.
"Thank god you're here!" she said through gritted teeth as another contraction hit her.
"I'm here to stay until those two arrive safe and well baby!" He kissed her hand then held it, "They've said you're doing really well!"
Lucy groaned. "No one told me it would hurt this much though!"
"Breathe through the contraction Lucy, breathe." That was the midwife.
Lucy did as she was told and rode contraction after contraction until she suddenly shouted as a particularly strong contraction hit her.
"I want to push!" she panted, "I REALLY WANT TO PUSH!"
"Let me check first Lucy!" called the midwife. She was swiftly examined. "You're ready!" she said in surprise, "That was very quick but you're ready to start pushing!"
Summoning all her strength, Lucy began to push with each contraction. She held on to Paul's hand, he was encouraging her all the time and telling her how much he loved her.
"You're nearly there Lucy!" said the doctor, "I can see the start of a head!"
Lucy continued to do what her body told her. Paul watched, marveling at how amazing she was, coping with what were clearly very strong pains but still able to summons the strength to push when needed.
"Right Lucy, on your next push, the head will be born!" said the doctor suddenly.
Lucy pushed hard then shouted as a new wave of pain hit. She pushed again.
"It's here!" said the doctor, smiling at her, "and he or she has a mop of dark hair! Now Lucy, just a few more pushes, and baby number one will be here!"
Paul squeezed her hand. "Go on Lucy, you can do it!"
Lucy pushed hard, sweat pouring down her face. She paused to take a deep breath then pushed once more. Suddenly the sound of crying filled the room. Lucy fell back on the bed.
"Is everything alright?" she asked worriedly.
The doctor lifted a bundle wrapped in a green blanket. "Congratulations to you both," he smiled, handing Lucy the bundle, "You have a beautiful baby boy."
Lucy looked in wonder at the baby in her arms then to Paul. Tears were rolling down his face. He kissed her over and over.
"Thank you Lucy! My god, he's beautiful! Thank you!"
The midwife approached them. "Would you like to give him first feed Lucy?" she asked.
"Can I?"
The midwife smiled. "Of course,"
She helped Lucy get the baby to latch onto her breast and immediately he began to suckle. "That's a great sign." Said the doctor, "Even though he's a few weeks early, he able to feed!"
Paul and Lucy watched in wonder as their son took his first feed.
"How does it feel?" whispered Paul to Lucy.
She beamed at him, "Nice...strange but lovely. I can't really describe it!" Suddenly she jumped and shouted "Arggh!"
"Lucy?" Paul was immediately worried.
"Arrggh!" She cried out again, "More contractions!"
The midwife gently took the first baby from her and handed him to Paul. "Your turn." She told the stunned father, "It looks like baby number two is on its way!"
Paul stood back from the bed this time, perched on a stool with his new son in his arms. He watched once more as poor Lucy went through contraction after contraction. It seemed to happen much faster the second time though and it wasn't long before baby number two, another identical little boy, was born, just 8 minutes younger than his brother.
Paul and Lucy sat together, a baby each, the only way of telling who came first was by the colour of blanket they were wrapped in.
"Do you have any names for these two yet?" asked the midwife, about to fill in the tiny identity bands the babies were given, "Or am I writing twin 1 and twin 2?"
Lucy smiled at Paul. "We do have names," she told the midwife, "Baby number 1 is James and his brother is Daniel."
"James and Daniel McCartney," said Paul, "Born on December 15th 1969." He grinned at Lucy, "The anniversary of a very special day Lucy love."
Lucy looked at him, puzzled. "Anniversary? What do you mean?"
"Well, Mrs McCartney," he whispered softly, "It's a year ago today that you turned up on my doorstep singing Christmas Carols!" He kissed her gently, "Thank God for that! I love you and our little boys so much!"