Paul loved walking through Hampstead Heath.  No one bothered him; they barely paid a bit of attention and he could lose himself in his thoughts.  He had recently lost his fiancée because he was never satisfied with just one woman.  No matter how good she was for or to him, he always cheated.  He could not remember how many women he had over the years especially once he and his mates had become famous.  Hell, the women had to take some responsibility.

It wasn’t even fun anymore.  When he and his friends started out on the wild ride called celebrity, pulling birds was almost a sport.  They made it a game and over the course of time, he had done very well.  A gold medal winner in the sport of sex, but now the challenge was all but gone.  If he wanted the woman, it was a sure bet he could have her, any way he wanted.  But Jane had been different, and they had been together a long time.  He took a real pleasure knowing he had been her first and only lover.  This still did not stop his cheating, which he always carefully orchestrated, but he’d gotten sloppy, or maybe it was over-confident, and she caught him.

She caught him in the act and would not forgive him.  Hell, she wouldn’t even return his calls.  Fuck her, he didn’t need to waste time and effort on someone who couldn’t accept his apology.  There were plenty where she came from.  At least he was trying to convince himself of that fact.

Paul looked around, not many people about, so he unleashed Martha and let her take off, chasing the wind, paper, anything that moved.  It was at that moment that he saw the girl stretched out on a blanket, playing with a baby.  The baby, a beautiful little boy, was sitting up, the girl’s arms about his pudgy body, and he was grinning at her adoringly.  She blew on his tummy and the giggles grew louder.

The girl was lying on her stomach; her long legs pointed up, the soft yellow dress blowing a bit in the warm breeze.  She had long light brown hair with many blonde highlights, and her shoes were tossed in the grass.  She was totally involved in the baby, the loving smile on her face telling him the child had to be hers.  Paul looked at her face; small nose, luscious mouth, young, very young.

The sight of the mother and son warmed his heart; he wondered what it would be like to have a child of his own.  Well, he did have a few out there somewhere.  Al had negotiated settlements with several women, mostly from Germany, because he did not have the time to worry about those matters on his way up.  There were times he thought about offspring he would never know.  He really wasn’t a bastard, just focused.  Was that rationalization?

Paul watched the young mum and totally forgot about Martha until he heard excited barking and his attention turned to his dog and the old couple who were shooing her away as she playfully stalked their bulldog.  Paul hurried over, apologizing, and once he got Martha back on the leash, he saw her walking off, the baby in a pram.  He watched her slim figure, the yellow dress swaying, and wished he had spoken to her.  Why? What the hell did he need with a bird with baggage?

“Come on girl, let’s go home,” he called to Martha, and they turned in the direction of Cavendish Avenue.

***

Maggie pushed the pram, looking down at her son, the love and sadness almost overwhelming her.  Danny was the spitting image of his dad; God, how was she going to keep going on without Gary?  The trip to London was to help her move on but being with her in-laws only deepened the loss of her husband.  His parents had been kind and only wanted the best for the two of them but it was difficult to be without Gary.  The unfairness that their son would never know about his father except from photos and family talk was just not right.  Family, what a joke.  Gary’s parents and his brother;  Maggie had no one except her sister, who was God knew where.  Poor little Danny got shortchanged in the family department.

Maggie approached the beautiful home in St. John’s Wood and programmed the gate and they went inside.  She loved walking in the park, it was their special time together and she made mental plans to go back the next day.

***

Maggie was dressing Danny when her Barbara, her mother-in-law, came in to fuss over him.  Maggie recognized the longing expression on her face, she saw Gary too, and it hurt.  “I have a bridge game this morning sweetie, you two want to come with me?”

Maggie smiled, “No thanks, we are going to take a walk.  It is so beautiful out.”  Barbara nodded, kissed her grandson and waved good-bye.

Maggie slipped a light jacket on the baby, fixed up a diaper bag with supplies and they headed out into the lovely late morning light.  The park was a short distance and as she entered it, she saw many people milling about and dogs chasing Frisbees.  She found a safe spot where she could watch all the activities but keep Danny from being trampled and spread their blanket out.

Placing Danny on his tummy with a teething ring, Maggie slipped off her shoes and stretched out next to him.  She watched a man tossing a Frisbee for a huge English sheepdog who would run after it, look at it with disinterest then stroll away.  He was getting frustrated and Maggie had to stifle a laugh watching his movements.

Danny let out a holler.  She guessed she was not paying enough attention and she rolled on her side, looking at his sweet, drooling face.  “Yes, you little monster, Mom is here.” She laughed, wiping his wet chin.  He grinned at her, handing her the drenched rattle.  “Gee, thanks.”

Suddenly there was barking which was getting closer, and something bumped into Maggie.  She threw herself over Danny to protect him.  She sat up, confused, to see the sheepdog, panting almost in a smile, staring at her.  Maggie rubbed her lush fur then let Danny touch it as the man carrying the Frisbee ran up.

“I am so sorry!” he wailed. “She is not herself today.  Are you okay?  Is the baby okay?”

 Maggie looked up into his face; a very nice face, and nodded.  “Yeah, we are fine, she just startled both of us.  She is a handful, huh?”  The man groaned hooking her leash back on.

Paul was a little surprised to see this was the girl from yesterday.  Her hair was up in a ponytail, she had not a scrap of make-up on, but she was stunning.  The baby was looking at him with huge blue eyes, then he focused on Martha.  She fascinated him completely.

Maggie stood up, with Danny still in her arms, and held out one hand.  “Hi, I’m Maggie Reynolds, and this drooling mess is my son Danny.”

Paul grinned, clasping her hand, “Paul McCartney. and this is my total horror Martha.”

Maggie squinted at his name; Paul McCartney?  Wasn’t he one of the Beatles?  She and Gary had been married very young and she immediately went to night school and a job and had little or no time for anything except work.  He did look a bit familiar.  A lot of girls at school had liked the Beatles. “It is nice to meet you.  There is plenty of room on the blanket if you would like to take a rest.” The words came out almost against her will, but he was already sitting, Martha lying directly beside him.

“May I hold the baby?” Paul asked.  Maggie only hesitated a second.  Danny did not like strangers and would let them know right away if he objected.  He didn’t.  He looked at Paul absently then past him to Martha before concentrating on the teething ring.  Maggie handed Paul a towel, “I warn you, it is amazing how much drool can escape a baby!"”

Paul had held many of his nieces and nephews but it had been a long time.  John had a son but they were not around much for him to have any practice.  This was a cute kid.  He looked at Maggie, “So you’re American?”

Maggie nodded, “Yep, from Maryland.  Over visiting my in-laws and maybe contemplating living here.  I just don’t know.” Her voice trailed off, thinking about Gary and the life they would no longer have together.

Paul saw something in her eyes, “What does your husband think?” he asked then knew he said something he shouldn’t as the tears brimmed.  “Sorry, I.....”

Maggie shook her head, blinking rapidly, “No, how could you know.  Gary was a Marine; he was killed 9 months ago in Vietnam.  My in-laws want us to move in with them.  My entire life is on hold.”  She played with the little boy’s fingers, “I just need to do what is the best for Danny, he is top priority.”

Paul was quiet.  What a horrible sequence of events to happen to someone so young; guess his life was certainly not so awful after all.  “I cannot imagine what you are going through but it seems to me what is good for you will be good for your son.  He obviously adores you and if you are happy, he will be happy.”

That brought a smile to Maggie’s lips and she nodded.  “I hope so.  I was so destroyed when I found out about Gary, but I had no one to turn to and was so afraid Danny would suffer.”

Paul bounced the kid, getting a loud giggle, “Nope, I think he doing just fine.  Where do your in-laws live?”

“Oh, down Cavendish, number 20.  Really nice house.  Gary and I lived in base housing, it’s just a bit of a difference.”  She laughed and Paul thought it was a lovely sound.

“Really?  I live at number 7, so guess that makes us neighbors.”

Maggie fed Danny as they talked and without even realizing she rocked him until he was sleeping peacefully.  Martha was getting her second wind so Paul tossed the Frisbee a bit more, not really wanting to leave.  He found himself listening to her, making comments and generally enjoying being with a girl without the pressure of impressing or trying to get her into the sack.

Maggie checked her watch.  “I really should be getting home,” she said.

“I’ll walk with you,” he offered, and he gathered up the sleeping boy and laid him gently in his pram.  Danny shifted and yawned but remained asleep as he was wheeled away.  Martha walked along side, glancing at the two adults and the pram as if she was trying to understand everything.

Paul had passed this house many times on his walk to the Heath and waited as she programmed the gate code.  Maggie turned and held out her hand.  “Thank you so much for listening to my tales of woe, it was a pleasure to meet you.”

Paul covered her hand, “I hope we see each other again.  I take Martha every day that I am not working and sometimes even then.  Say good-bye to your young lad, he is smashing; you should be proud, Maggie.”

Maggie came in the side door, parking the pram where Barbara had asked her to.  As she picked up Danny, her mother in-law was there waiting, “Who was that?” she asked curtly.  Maggie explained and was shocked to see her entire demeanor change.  “Really, you spent the afternoon with Paul McCartney?  I knew he lived down the street, the damn fans always hanging about.  What is he like?”

Maggie was taken aback, what was the big deal?  She excused herself to go and lay Danny down and hurried upstairs to her room.  Danny safely in his crib, Maggie sank on her bed, picking up a picture of Gary, “Honey, what do I do?  I know your parents are only tolerating me because of Danny.  I just don’t know, I wish you were here.” And she cried softly cursing the fates.

***

Danny had suddenly stood up and attempted to walk!  Maggie was beside herself with no one to tell.  Danny took only two steps and then sank onto his diaper but Maggie was thrilled.

She checked outside; the clouds and rain of the last few days had subsided and it was warm and beautiful so she gathered her things, loaded Danny into the pram and they headed toward the park.

Finding her spot, she tossed the blanket out, put Danny down and encouraged him to try walking again; she would catch him.  With his flop of blonde hair and huge blue eyes, he was Gary through and through, and as she held his favorite toy hostage, Danny narrowed those eyes and reached for the wheel of the pram.

He pulled himself up; tottering a bit, then took one step, calling for the toy with no words but sounds.  Maggie clapped excitedly and handed him the prize elephant and he chewed contentedly.  She leaned back on both elbows, watching a bird digging furiously for a bug or worm, when she heard barking and glanced over her shoulder to see Martha, Paul being pulled by the lead.  She waved and they came right over.

Paul knelt down to Danny, “Hey mate! Looks good, can I have a bite?”  Danny held tightly to the elephant; there was no way.  Paul motioned to the blanket, Maggie smiled and he sat down.  “And how is Mum today?”

Maggie laughed, “Happy.  He took his first few steps.  Remind me how happy I am about it when he is running around destroying everything!”

Martha romped around Danny making him grab at her and giggle. Paul and Maggie delighted in their play.

After about an hour, Paul said he hadn’t had lunch and would the two of them like to join him at a pub across the park?  Maggie hadn’t realized she was hungry too, and readily agreed.  They loaded up the baby and headed across the vast grass.

When they arrived at the pub, Paul asked one of the owners if Martha could be tied out back and if someone would watch the pram.  Seated inside, someone scrambled to find a baby seat and crackers and Danny was content as Maggie and Paul looked over the menu.

Once lunch was ordered they chatted, Paul listening to Maggie’s talk about Danny and her problems with her in-laws.  She suddenly looked a bit embarrassed, “I am not sure why I am burdening you with all this, I’m sorry, truly.”

Paul reached over and squeezed her hand.  “Nonsense.  I do not mind being a sounding board.  Did they not like the idea of you and Gary getting married?”

Maggie shook her head, “Gary and I were high school sweethearts, and right out of school I became pregnant so, no, they were not thrilled.  Ruined their son’s life and all.  He had wanted to go to college to be a doctor, but joined the Marines to help us out and get money for school later on.”  She stopped. “I guess it was not meant to be.  When we heard he had been killed, they wired me money to fly over and stay since I could not remain in base housing.  Mr. Reynolds is a CEO of an aerospace company and they have lived here for several years.  Gary has a brother, and I think they are trying to push us together, sort of keeping the first and only grandson in the family.”

“And what about the brother?” Paul asked taking a sip of beer.

Maggie rolled her eyes, “No way!  He is nothing like Gary, nothing at all.  I could stay here a thousand years and there would be no attraction.”  Maggie picked at a piece of fish.  “Gary was amazing, kind, sweet and gentle.  Strange words for a Marine, huh?”  She looked down to avoid displaying her tear-filled eyes.  They ate in silence for a bit until Danny took a soggy cracker and tried to give it to Paul.

Paul saw the grubby hand and took the half eaten offering.  “Ta, son,” he said, and he actually ate it, making Danny grin and pop one in his mouth.

Maggie took this all in, amazed.  She looked at Paul, smiling at her son and something stirred in her but she brushed it away.  It had just been a long time since she enjoyed talking with a man.  Gary had been away for 6 months before he was killed and they had only shared a few tear filled phone calls.  She wished she had taped those calls; she missed the sound of his voice, his laugh when he teased her, the huskiness when he said he loved her.  Maggie looked up to see Paul watching her quizzically and she just smiled and said lunch was delicious and the moment passed.

Walking back toward the house, Paul asked Maggie if she would like to bring Danny and take a drive to a friend’s house in the country.  There was going to be a get together with wives and kids and it should be a good Sunday.  Sounded like heaven to Maggie, to get out of town away from the Reynolds’ and relax, and she accepted.  Paul got her phone number and said he would call with the time and bid her good day.  Maggie pulled the pram up to the house and scooped up her son feeling truly happy for the first time in almost 9 months.

***

Paul arrived home to only three girls hanging around the gate.  They petted Martha and smiled shyly at him, he greeted them and went inside.  Once Martha was happy in the yard, he went in and called Derek and asked if it was okay to bring Maggie and Danny to Sunday’s party.

When he hung up, Paul went upstairs to his music room and sat at the piano.  Maggie was such a sweet girl who had been dealt a raw deal.  He could not imagine why the Reynolds’ were being so hard on her.  And Danny, what a wonderful baby.

He was happy Martha had been such a pain in the ass that day or he would have never met them.  Maybe fate or something.  Maggie was different then the girls or women he had met the last few years.  She could care less if he was a Beatle, a chemist or a teacher, he liked that.  He doodled on the keys, a melody drifting across his head.  He needed to get something down; it was driving him crazy.

***

Paul rang the bell at noon on Sunday and had his first meeting with Barbara Reynolds, who was dressed to the nines and very solicitous.  She invited him in, introduced him to her husband, then called Maggie to come down.

Maggie arrived holding Danny, who pointed at Paul, smiling.  Paul grabbed his little hand, “Hey Danny, looking sharp today,” he said, acknowledging the little coveralls and stripped shirt.  Maggie had on a lovely summer dress, in light green that showed off her hair and eyes becomingly.

She had the diaper bag slung over her shoulder and went to grab a jacket when Paul offered to hold Danny.  Danny slid into his arms and leaned against Paul’s shoulder.  Barbara oohed over her grandson, Paul politely said it was nice to meet them and they were off.  Once in his car, Danny on his Mum’s lap, they headed outside of London.  Maggie was quiet, watching the scenery whiz by, pointing out items to Danny and trying to get him to repeat the words.  He just giggled and pointed and chewed on the much-loved elephant.

“So how much grief did your in-laws give you for going out with me today?” Paul asked shifting and passing a slower car.

Maggie glanced over at him, “Are you kidding?  I thought Barbara was going to pass out, she was on the phone for days talking about me going out with Paul McCartney.”  Maggie stopped; she was really quite angry at all the fuss.  Paul was a nice man, famous or not.  She did not find this kind of thing such a big deal.

Paul laughed, “Now you know what my life has been these past 5 years, never knowing if someone wanted to know you or the image.  It gets old very quickly.”

Maggie reached over and stroked his arm, “I think you are a pretty good judge of character.” Then she went back to coaching Danny and Paul could only smile at the silhouette of her face.  She was damn pretty and he liked her, he liked her a lot.

Derek opened the door and greeted them warmly.  Maggie met his family, all four kids and wife, and then they went outside where many others were already eating and drinking.  Paul introduced Maggie to everyone; two of the other Beatles were present with their wives and several other musicians, producers and other assorted music sorts.  Maggie knew she would never remember all their names but followed Paul around, Danny on her hip.

Paul went to get them something to drink and Maureen, Ringo’s wife, came over with two little boys in tow.  The two women talked kids and Maureen asked to hold Danny, who looked at her hesitantly and then began to cry.  She was crushed and handed him back, Maggie feeling awful for the display.  But the real surprise was Paul, who suddenly appeared after hearing him start to cry.  Danny looked up at him and raised his arms.  Maggie was stunned as Paul picked up the boy and consoled him.

Maureen was more then stunned.  She looked at Maggie and smiled. “Now this is a picture I thought I would never see.”

Paul scowled at her before grinning, “You’re just jealous he likes me and not you.”

It was a wonderful, relaxing day and Maggie was so happy she agreed to come.  She had been awfully lonely never meeting people her own age, only Barbara’s and Charles friends.  It was nice to sit around and talk about things that actually interested her and to watch mothers with their children.  She and Maureen really got on well and Patti; George’s wife, was so sweet and offered to show her around some of the great shopping areas.  Danny had a terrific time, crawling, splashing in a little wadding pool, eating and charming everyone.  He had been a great baby and Maggie was so proud as she said goodnight to the Taylors and thanked them for such a terrific day.

Once in the car, Danny promptly curled up in her arms and was fast asleep from his busy day.  Paul reached over and smoothed his hair, then turned on the engine and they were headed back into town.

Part of Maggie did not want the day to end; she had no desire to go home and get the third degree.  She was contemplating this when Paul asked if she wanted to see his house.  He had been nothing but a gentleman, and as Maggie wondered if this was a good idea, Paul stopped in his drive and looked over at her.  She nodded and he opened the gate and they went inside.

His yard was much larger than the Reynolds’; with a beautiful rose garden, and right in the middle a huge round glass house.  Maggie found it fascinating and asked if it was built for anything in particular.  Paul laughed and said no, it was a whim, so he built it but barely used it at all.

Paul gently picked up Danny and they went inside, dodging Martha who bolted out as soon as the kitchen door was opened.  Paul took Danny to a small room off the living room, where there was a sofa; he laid him down and surrounded his sleeping body with pillows.

Maggie laughed, “You are an old pro!”

Paul shrugged, “Just lots of nieces and nephews.  Can I get you something to drink?”

One last look at Danny and they retreated.  Paul poured two glasses of wine and they sat nearby talking and watching the television.  There was a music show on, Top of the Pops, and Paul would comment on certain groups, something Maggie knew absolutely nothing about.

It was very late and Maggie was beginning to get sleepy.  She looked over at Paul, “I think I had better head home or I will fall asleep right here.”

He nodded, alarmed that inside he thought that would not be such an awful idea.  He gathered up Danny and they walked the few houses down to the Reynolds’.

Once the gate opened, Maggie looked up at the windows and sighed; looked like everyone was already in bed, thank heavens.  She took her son from Paul; “I had a wonderful day, thank you.”

“Me too.  We are working on an album, have studio time scheduled but can I call you in a day or two?” he watched to see her reaction.  Maggie smiled and nodded, bid him goodnight again and hurried up the drive, Paul watching until the gate firmly shut.

Walking back towards his home, hands deep in his pockets, he was a little disturbed at the feelings those two were evoking in him.

***

It was a week later and Maggie was pushing Danny through the park, heading toward the man-made lake when she heard someone call her name.  Paul was approaching, sunglasses on, sports coat slung over his shoulder.  He smiled broadly at her, “Hey, what a smashing surprise!  How have you been?”

“Good, thanks.  And your recording, going okay?” she asked still walking and pushing.

Paul got in step with her, talking about some songs and working with his band mates.  As he talked, he was teasing with Danny, who giggled and grabbed at Paul’s fingers.  He was thrilled when he saw Maggie walking on the Heath; he had been unable to get her out of his mind.  He had picked up the phone more times then he could count but always chickened out.  He knew he was attracted to her – hell, who wouldn’t be -- but he also knew she was still very much in love with her husband.  It was a complicated situation but as he looked at Danny, he thought time might help things change and maybe...

“So, I have a picnic, there is plenty,” Maggie was saying, bringing Paul to the present.

They found a lovely, sunny area and spread out the blanket and goodies.  Danny was really getting into the walking thing, crawling over and pulling himself up, stepping then landing on his bottom.  Paul could tell it would only be a short time and he would be off, out and about.  Then Maggie would really have her hands full.

She handed Paul a sandwich, egg salad, and something to drink then concentrated on her son, feeding him food from a jar, which he ate if nothing else distracted him.  Taking care of a kid was time consuming, he thought, and she did a terrific job.

Maggie caught his stare and smiled shyly.  He sure was good-looking, and she knew he was flirting with her, which was very flattering, but Gary was still paramount in her mind.  He had been the only man she’d ever loved – heck, the only man she’d ever kissed!

Danny finally had enough of the baby food and decided he wanted to explore.  He crawled into the lush grass and plucked a handful and promptly stuck it in his mouth.  “Hey, I’m all into veggies but not this!” Maggie squealed and brushed his new found treat away, which prompted a squeal of protest.  Paul watched in complete amusement, Maggie on her knees trying to reason with her son, Danny doing his best to ignore her.

Paul stood and held down a hand and Danny latched on.  He pulled himself up and took a few tentative steps.

Maggie sank back and watched as Paul slowly walked with Danny and a lump rose in her throat.  Gary should be holding that small hand, Gary should be watching his son grow and develop.

Paul turned and they came back to the blanket and Danny sank down and crawled over to his Mum, smiling.  She tousled his mop of blond hair and he clutched on to his elephant, looking up at a bird flying overhead.

Paul sat back down and resumed eating his lunch, aware of the mixed emotions splashing over Maggie’s lovely face.  He knew straight away she was thinking of her husband and he understood.  Paul contemplated how complicated this situation was, would she ever be ready to move on without him?  Yeah, she would, she was young but after only a short time of knowing her he could see her feelings ran deep.  Gary was probably the only guy she ever loved and definitely the only guy she slept with.  But deep inside him he knew she would be worth the wait.  He was tired of the kind of women who wanted him, he was tired of trying to weed out real feelings entwined with the damn celebrity banner.  And he was ready to look toward a future with a family, he remembered how happy he and Mike and Mum and Dad were; his parents really loved one another even with the struggles of raising kids and money.  He wanted that completeness.

***

Maggie could feel a difference in the air as soon as she arrived home.  Barbara was huddled close to Charles and looked up nervously as Maggie walked in, Danny on her hip.  “Nice walk dear?” she asked, reaching for her grandson.  Maggie said yes and went to the fridge to get a cold drink.

Taking a sip she leaned back against the huge counter, “So something is up?”

Barbara stopped dangling a toy for Danny’s amusement and looked at her, surprised, “Well, Charles has to travel to Australia for several weeks and wants me to accompany him, the company will pay for that.  But...”

“Then you should go!  Danny and I will be fine.” Maggie smiled, tweaking his ear and making him giggle.  Barbara looked a bit relieved but Charles kept his stern, fatherly expression.  “Maggie, it does not seem appropriate to leave you and our grandson in this big house with only Charlie.”

Maggie got their drift, “Charlie and all your staff,” she reminded, “Please, you know everything will be above reproach.  Unless you want us to go back to the States.  I do have friends in Virginia.” Maggie hated the thought, she was not ready to go on with her life, not just yet.

Luckily Barbara jumped in. “Oh, no, no, we don’t want you two to leave.  I would prefer if that never happened.  Danny is our only link to Gary.”  Her voice trembled a bit.   “We just want to make sure there is no talk.”

Maggie could barely hold her tongue; people could talk until their lips fell off, she would NEVER have anything to do with Charlie.  Ugh, the thought!

It was eventually decided Maggie would run the household, after Barbara gave her full instructions, and Charlie would stay at ‘The Club’, some all male establishment that the Reynolds men had belonged to for generations.  Maggie was thrilled!  She had this huge place to herself without Charlie; a royal pain in the ass who tried to flirt with her at every opportunity and came across as a pompous bore.

Her in-laws were packed and on their way within a week and Maggie was queen of the manor.  She walked around, moved ashtrays, left papers on the couch, didn’t shut the cupboards in the kitchen, left lights on.  It felt wonderful!

Maggie had never invited girlfriends over for lunch and thought it was about time, but she didn’t know anyone until she remembered the party at the Taylors.  She had really liked Maureen and Patti and thought maybe they would come.  Loading up Danny in a stroller, she walked the few houses down to Paul’s.  There were four girls milling about who glared at her.

“What’s your story?” one demanded.   “Are you trying to pass this little tyke off as Paul’s?”

Maggie reared back almost if she had been physically hit.  Then anger filled her.  “This is my son, and what I am doing here is none of your business.  Excuse me.” And she reached over and rang the house bell.

Paul answered, telling the girls he was working and give him a break.  “Paul, it is Maggie.  Can I talk with you?”  The girls elbowed each other, muttering about ‘the stupid bitch’ when the gate clicked and it drifted open.

Paul walked through.  He grinned at Maggie but reached for Danny, “Hey big guy,” he said, and the three of them disappeared inside leaving four very bewildered fans.

“Sorry to come without calling but I don’t have your phone number,” Maggie smiled, parking the stroller.  Martha was in the garden and greeted them happily.

Paul set Danny down and he walked several steps as Martha danced about him.  “Hell, this is a wonderful surprise...”

“But you did say you were working, I only wanted to get Maureen and Patti’s phone numbers and I will leave you to work.”  Paul grabbed Maggie’s hand, “I welcome the break, I was just tired of the gatebirds ringing the bell.  Come on in and I will make some tea.  You do like tea?”

She followed him in, carrying Danny, Martha on their heels.  Paul busied at the stove and sink and they talked while Danny walked a bit, crawled a bit and dodged Martha.  Sitting with Maggie at the kitchen table, Paul poured two mugs of tea and asked if she liked milk.

“So you want some phone numbers huh?” Paul smiled after taking a sip, then adding a splash more milk.

“If you think they won’t mind.”  Maggie looked up, her eyes shining.  “My in-laws are away for a few weeks and I have the house to myself, I thought I would have a lunch.  Do you think Maureen and Patti would come?”

Paul loved her innocence and enthusiasm.   “Absolutely, I have heard from reliable sources they were quite taken with the two of you.”  Paul looked down at Danny who was in a tug of war with Martha and wish he could add ‘me too’ but knew it was not the right time.  He walked over to a small desk, looked through a well-worn address book and jotted down some numbers. 

He handed the paper to Maggie.  She looked at what he had written, then up to him.  “And your number too?” She raised an eyebrow.

Paul shrugged, ‘Well, you mentioned you did not have it, it’s just in case.” And he left it at that.

Danny began to cry and Maggie gathered him up, “Were you being ignored?” she teased, nuzzling him, “Oh, Paul can you fetch the diaper bag, he is in dire need!”  Maggie took him into the bathroom and changed and cleaned him up.

When she came out, Paul was waiting and asked her to join him in the music room.  It was up on the third floor, a large room covered in photographs, gold albums, sofa, desk and old piano.  Maggie could see he had been working, a cigarette burned down in the ashtray, a notepad with words scribbled about.

Paul took Danny over to the window and was pointing things out to him while Maggie walked slowly around the room looking at the photos and other memorabilia.  It really put in perspective just how famous Paul was, and it was sobering.  She had never been allowed the frivolous time to enjoy dances, music groups, and a lot of the teen givens as she grew up.

She and Gary were together from 9^th grade.  Gary focused on grades for med school, Maggie dealt with her older sister who stole, took drugs, sold drugs, got pregnant and eventually disappeared with almost everything they owned.  Their parents had been killed a few years before, and Maggie, even though she was younger, the caretaker of their home.  When Betty took off with some guy, Maggie was left with nothing.

Maggie always felt her pregnancy was not an accident.  It was Gary’s way to defy his parents but also take care of her; since they would make sure he did the ‘right thing’.  She turned to watch her son, happily looking out the huge half moon window, and knew no matter why it happened, she was grateful to have this little part of Gary to live on.

“Well, this is pretty impressive.”

She glanced over at Paul, who rolled his eyes. “Naw.  Now this little guy, that is impressive.”

***

Two days later Maggie hosted her first house lunch.  Maureen brought her boys, Patti and her sister Jenny came, and Maggie loved setting out the best china and working in the kitchen to create the perfect meal.  Maggie had told Mrs. Wilson she could have the day off so she and her friends could relax and have fun.  The kids had their own small table, with peanut butter and jelly finger sandwiches, and Danny, even though much younger, seemed thrilled to have the boys around.

It was a warm day; so they adjourned to the huge back garden where the three boys played and the women chatted and got to know one another.  Maggie checked on Danny and was pouring more lemonade when Maureen asked about Paul.  Maggie looked confused, “What about him?” She sat and took a drink.

Maureen glanced at Patti, “I thought maybe you two were seeing one another.”

“We do occasionally, usually at the park.  I like him from what I know.  I just assumed he had a steady girl.” Maggie looked at them for confirmation.

“He and Jane went together for several years but they broke up recently.  He took it very badly.” Patti stopped.  “So you aren’t interested?”

“I am still in love with my husband,” Maggie said quietly.  “I am not sure how to go on after him.  Gary was a soldier through and through, but the side I knew was warm and gentle.  There are days when I wake up and I forget, just for an instant, that he is dead.  When the realization comes, it is still devastating.” Maggie looked down, blinking to stop the tears from coming.

“Maggie, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Patti put her arm around her shoulders.  “I have known Paul for a few years and he is different around you and Danny.  He seems content.  I just thought -- oh, forget it, I am just a hopeless romantic.  George is always getting after me for daft thoughts.”

About an hour later, all the kids were down for naps, and the girls had found a bottle of sherry and were sipping and giggling when the doorbell rang.  Maggie crept over and looked at the security screen; Paul was outside the gate and she buzzed him in.

Maggie glanced at her companions, “My neighbor is here!” she snickered, and Maureen and Patti giggled, seeing how drunk she was.  Maggie flung open the door, “Hey!  Come on in!” and she bowed and waved her arm.

Paul squinted at her and came inside, looking over at the other two girls, who were covering their mouths to stop the laughter.  “Thought I’d check on you girls,” he stopped seeing the almost empty bottle of very good sherry.  “Ahh, ladies, having a fun afternoon?”  He held up the container and they all laughed harder.

“So Paulie worried about little old us?” Patti twirled around him, tugging at his shirtsleeve, his hair, “Or were you hoping Mo and I were gone?”

Paul gave her a warning look and she backed off and sat back down, pretending she was zipping her mouth.  He looked about, “Where are the boys?”

“Napping,” Maggie said, trying to stand straight but failing miserably.  “I was just going to check.”

Paul laid a hand on her arm, “Let me, think I may do the steps a bit better.”  He went up and was gone for several minutes.

Maggie tried to focus. “I believe he thinks we are a little tipsy.”

“Gee, ya think?” Mo could not stop giggling as she poured more into her glass.  “Anyone else?”

Maggie held up her glass, then took a sip, “This is really good.”

Paul returned, Danny in his arms, Zak and Jason trailing behind.  A few minutes later the bell rang and he let George and Ringo in, who were coming to collect their wives.  Both complained loudly, thanked Maggie for a wonderful afternoon and they were off.

Maggie sagged down on the couch, still sipping her sherry, watching Paul holding her son.  “So mister killjoy, you ruined our afternoon, sending my friends home.” Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes very bright and Paul thought she looked even prettier.

“I hate to break it to you, Maggie, but it is almost 6 pm, the afternoon is way over.”

“Is not!”  She stomped over to a clock, tried to see it, then gasped, “Oh my, it is that late!  Danny, sweetie you must be hungry!”  Her son, still in Paul’s arms, was grinning at her, chewing on the elephant.

She started past Paul, who gently took her arm, “I will feed him.  Shy don’t you lie down?  It’s okay.”

Her head was swirling, her eyes not seeing very well, and she nodded, heading up to her room.  Crawling up on her bed, she was asleep almost as her head hit the pillow.

Paul found the baby supplies, fed and changed Danny, then they went to check on Maggie.  She was curled up and Paul tossed a blanket over her and the boys went back downstairs.

***

Maggie rolled over, stretched, then sat up, startled.  Where was Danny?  Why was she in bed?  The pain in her head swept over her and she groaned.  Oh, God, she did not think she would ever drink sherry again.

She went into her bathroom and splashed water on her face.  Maggie felt like she might be sick and waited several minutes before going downstairs.  She could hear Paul talking with Danny and her son chattering non-intelligible words, and as she rounded the corner, both were spread out on the floor, toys everywhere.

Danny’s eyes raised up.  “Mama,” he said, and Maggie froze.

Paul laughed at her expression.  “Yeah, I heard it too!”

She knelt down and hugged Danny close.  He squirmed free, showing her his soggy toy, completely unaware of the monumental occasion.  Maggie ran a hand over the back of her neck as she looked at Paul, “Thank you, I did need to sleep.  I can’t believe we drank that much.”  She stood up, wobbly, Paul putting an arm around her waist to steady her.  Maggie leaned back against him then looked up into his eyes.

Paul moved forward and kissed her gently.  Maggie was too startled to react.  “Sorry, luv, not sure what came over me,” he mumbled, moving away, busying with cleaning up the mess he and Danny had made.

Maggie watched him pack up the toys, her hand touching where his lips had just been.  She wasn’t offended; it was a sweet kiss, and much to her surprise she had liked it.  Her thoughts turned to Gary; her husband -- was this being unfaithful?  Could you be unfaithful to someone who was no longer here?  Between the muddled thoughts and the sherry she could not make heads or tails out of anything.

Kneeling down and retrieving several blocks, she laid a hand on Paul’s arm.  He stopped working, sitting back on his heels, looking at her.  “I am not angry Paul, in fact, it, well, it was very nice.  It just has been a long time since I have been kissed.  And,” she was a bit embarrassed, “Gary was the only....”

She didn’t finish, as Paul took hold of both her hands.  “That I had already figured out.  Not surprising you would be a one-man woman.  But, Maggie, I do like you, a lot, and when and if you think you may want to move on, I would like to give us a go.  Is that a possibility?  If not tell me now and we will just be friends.”

Wow, Maggie thought, this is Paul McCartney and he is putting his heart right out on his sleeve.  Danny crawled over and leaned into Paul’s lap, holding up a car and Paul made some sort of revving sound.  Yeah, he was famous, but the side she saw was a gentle man who loved kids and animals, and he was attracted to her and damn good-looking to boot.  She would always love Gary.  Danny would be a constant reminder, but she knew in her still heart he would want her to have a happy life, and at 20 she sure was not ready to never date a man again.

Paul took his attention from Danny and returned it to Maggie.  It took a lot for Paul to open to her like that; he had actually surprised himself by asking.  For someone like Paul patience was not a strong suit; any other bird he would have bedded by now, but he knew that was not how he wanted to treat Maggie.

She smiled at him, a beautiful smile and kissed his cheek.  “Let’s see how things go.  Just for the record, I like you too.”

***

Paul and Maggie had their first real date three days later.  Mrs. Wilson offered to watch Danny so his Mum could go to dinner and a film.  Maggie panicked, plucking through her closet; she was a military wife and certainly did not have much to choose from.  It was a warm evening, so she selected a printed shirt-dress and wrapped a green shawl around her shoulders, picking out one of the colors in the dress.  She messed with her hair but ended up leaving it hanging loose, and dabbed on a bit of make-up.

Maggie was amazed how nervous she was waiting for the bell to ring.  She was feeding Danny, sitting like the king of the world in his highchair, paying more attention to Mrs. Wilson working in the kitchen than the spoon Maggie was attempting to hold to his mouth.  Out of frustration, he would take the bite and then whirl his head about, afraid of missing anything in his vicinity.

When Paul arrived, Mrs. Wilson smiled as Maggie the last bite from the jar.  He showed Danny how to ‘high five’ and Maggie gave Mrs. Wilson some last minute instructions, and they were off.

As they came out the gate to his car, several of the girls she had seen near his house before were walking toward them.  Maggie glanced at Paul nervously but he just smiled, laying a hand in the small of her back.

“ ‘ello girls, how are you this evening?”  He opened the door to his Mini.

The one who had challenged Maggie grinned at him.  “So where is the boy?  Just the two of you tonight?”

Paul nodded, “Yeah, Danny’s not feeling well so he is at home.  Thanks for the concern, g’night.” And he hopped in and they took off.

Maggie took a deep breath, “How can you stand all that?”

“Comes with the territory.  Most fans are great, just want to thank you and tell you great job; you have some that think they own a part of you.  But come on, let’s not spoil the evening.  I have dinner reservations at a smashing place, I hope you’ll like it.”  Paul was dressed in a lovely suit, his dark hair freshly washed and hanging a bit over his collar; he looked wonderful.

Maggie suddenly worried she was not dressy enough and voiced just that.  Paul shifted then reached over for her hand; “You look beautiful, not much on pretense luv, lesson one on getting to know me.”

The restaurant was in the heart of London, a small bistro with wonderful food and atmosphere.  Several patrons greeted them, smiling eagerly at Paul, but once they were seated no one approached.  Paul ordered some wine and gave advice on some items, and once they ordered he pulled his chair over close to hers and they talked.  Maggie was surprised how he relaxed her and how open she could be.  She told him about Gary, funny stories and events that had Paul laughing and saying he wished he had known him.  Maggie mentioned Betty and a few of the things she experienced as a child and how she was determined to give Danny a safe, happy childhood.

Paul talked about losing his Mum, how hard his Dad tried to maintain a close family life and all his aunts, uncles and cousins.  Maggie soon realized family was very important to him and that warmed her heart.

As they were finishing their meal, Maggie used her napkin, laid it in her lap and looked over at Paul haltingly, “Tell me about Jane and what happened?”

He closed his eyes; there was still pain, and then he thought about wringing Maureen and Patti’s pretty necks.

“Don’t be angry with them, please.  I told them I just assumed you had a steady girl, I mean, why wouldn’t you?  That is when they told me you recently had a bad break-up.  If you don’t want...”Paul held up a hand to stop her, “No, you have been straight forward about Gary.  I met Jane on a telly show right after we became successful.  We had all seen her before, she was an actress and popular in her own right.  All the lads hit on her but I won out and we were together for almost five years.” A dark cloud swept over his face.  “But with all that was happening, with all the girls making offers I, well, I wasn’t faithful.  The last time was the final straw.  Not one of my prouder moments.”

Paul took a long drink of wine, then swirled the remainder around in his glass, waiting for Maggie to respond.  He knew how traditional she was already, and he wondered if he just put an end to something before it began.

Maggie absorbed all he told her and thought about the girls that hung outside his home; how many men could resist that day in and day out?  "So what about now?” she asked, and he looked at her quizzically.  “If you found someone you wanted to be with, could you say no now?”

Paul tried not to smile too broadly; he loved how honest she was, “I hope so.  I have learned never to say never but I know the hurt I caused and never want to do that again to someone I care about.”  Maggie smiled and lifted her glass.  Paul did the same. “And we are saluting…” he asked.

Maggie clinked his glass and took a sip, “New beginnings.  Now what is good for dessert?”

***

The film was a Peter Sellers movie, which Maggie did not like very much but loved some of the silly comments Paul would make.  They slipped in right after the lights went out and as the credits rolled, Paul took her hand and they escaped out the back.  The Mini was parked a few blocks away and with the night still warm and dry they walked hand in hand, discussing certain scenes they liked or disliked.

On the way back to St. John’s Wood, Paul asked if she and Danny would like to go to Battersea Park the following day for a picnic, one he would provide.  Maggie nodded then leaned her head back, listening to the radio and the gentle shift of the gears.

When they arrived back in Cavendish Avenue, Maggie gave Paul the gate code and they drove inside and he turned off the engine.

“Let’s go check on Danny,” he said softly, then opened her door and escorting her inside.  A small light in the kitchen was left on and Maggie dropped her shawl and purse on the counter before heading up to her room with the crib.

Danny was stretched out on his tummy, his elephant under one arm, his blanket balled up and kicked to one side.  Maggie kissed his sweet head, then covered him and turned to leave.

Paul smoothed back his hair.  “Night champ,” he whispered, and they both went back downstairs.

Maggie walked Paul to the door and thanked him for the evening.  They stood in the dim kitchen light, looking at one another, wondering.  Maggie had not realized how beautiful his eyes were, especially as he looked at her with such affection.  She laid a hand on his cheek, then raised up and touched her lips to his, very gently, feeling his hands go to either side of her hips.  “What time tomorrow?” she whispered against his mouth just before he kissed her back, with a little more urgency.

“About 11?” he replied, making himself back away; she was making him crazy!

Maggie smiled and watched him go and get into the Mini, then hurried back upstairs to stand and watch her son and think about the evening.

***

Maggie was enjoying a lovely dream when Danny tossed something at the bed.  “Mama!” he cried and she sat up, confused, then looked at the crib.  Rubbing her eyes, she got up and clutched her son close.  “Hey tadpole, I missed you last night.  Were you a good boy?”  She laid him on the changing table and did diaper duty then took him to get breakfast.

Mrs. Wilson was bustling in the kitchen and asked about her date, causing Maggie to blush a bit.  “My, Maggie, he sure is a handsome young man.  I have seen the girls who hang out at his home but I’ve only seen him from a distance.  Aren’t you the lucky one?”

When Danny was safe in his highchair, Maggie asked if she could take a quick shower and was told to go; he would be just fine.

She made her bed, showered and slipped on jeans and a peasant shirt, then laid out clothes for Danny.  She pulled her long hair up in a ponytail and grabbed a light jacket, just in case.

Paul arrived right at 11 am as Maggie was dressing Danny.  While Paul played with him, she packed the diaper bag and yelled to Mrs. Wilson that they were off and would return later.

Paul had barely slept a wink all night; he could only think about Maggie and kissing her.  When he grabbed her hips, he worried she would see the evidence of his affection predominately in the front of his trousers.  He had never been around a woman, much less for weeks on end, and not slept with her.  It had been over two months since he had sex, and for him that was an eternity!

Paul had felt so aroused last night he almost went to the flat of a woman he knew would welcome him with no strings.  Nothing ever happened with her except sex, but as he contemplated heading over, he thought of Maggie and how she might react.  He did not want to disappoint her; he wanted to be the man she deserved and that scared the hell out of him.  He had loved Jane, he had felt proud to be with her, but that had never stopped his need to succeed with any willing bird.  It was sobering to actually consider how Maggie would feel.

He looked over at her, holding Danny and pointing to cars and buildings whizzing past and a warm, loving feeling washed over him.  Was he ready for this package deal?  Did he want to rear another man’s child?  As he pondered the statement, he was stunned to realize the idea was quite appealing.  God, what the hell was wrong with him?  He was a madcap bachelor who could score with most anyone he set his mind to, but after so many years that life had become empty and unfulfilling.  With Maggie and Danny he could have a family.

Paul, old buddy, you are jumping way ahead!  I think the drugs and alcohol have finally taken their toll!  No, your lifestyle has taken its toll, he thought miserably.  I want, no, hell, I need a different life and maybe, just maybe...

Paul pulled in, paid the parking attendant, and then gathered the basket and blanket.  Maggie had Danny on her hip, the diaper bag firmly on her shoulder and she followed Paul to a nice spot not far from the boats and amusement area.

Maggie lay back on the blanket, Danny sprawled out on her chest, chewing on a block, drooling.  “Ugh, young man where does all that come from?” she groaned wiping his chin.

Danny wanted to walk so Paul took one hand, Maggie the other and he took off, babbling and trying to point at objects without crashing onto his bottom.  They rented a boat and Paul rowed, splashing Maggie once with her threat to get him back when he least expected it.

Finally Danny curled up and slept, and Maggie and Paul could have lunch and talk.  Paul covered the boy with his little blanket then patted his lap and urged Maggie to slide over.  She laid her head down listening to her son breathe and the birds flying over head.  She felt very safe and peaceful.  Paul stroked her hair and talked about the album he was working on and mentioned that Rings was having a get together and they were invited.

It was getting dark before they arrived back at the Reynolds’.  Maggie took Danny upstairs and laid him in his little crib.  He was a filthy mess but had crashed out on the way home and she figured she’d bathe him in the morning.

Mrs. Wilson came from her room and asked about their day.  Paul appeared behind Maggie and nodded to the old housekeeper who promptly blushed and giggled.  Maggie found it amazing the effect he had on women, young and old alike.  “I’m going to be a proper girl and walk this young man home,” Maggie winked at her.  “Will you listen for Danny?”  Mrs. Wilson nodded and told them to scoot.

Paul, one eyebrow raised, looked at Maggie, amused, and followed her downstairs and out the drive.  They had parked his car at home and walked over to Maggie’s but she was not sure she wanted the evening to end.

Maggie glanced down the street and was relieved to see there were still no gatebirds to bother them.  Paul reached over and took her hand and they walked in silence to his tall green gate.  “How about a cuppa?” he asked hopefully, programming the code.

Maggie wondered if she should, something was stirring inside her and she worried about what might happen if she went inside but the mangled thoughts came out as “Okay,” and they went in the kitchen door.

Paul flipped on the light and put the kettle on.  He arranged mugs and a teapot then went into the living room and turned on some jazzy music.  Maggie, at the sink, washed her hands and poured some milk in a small pitcher.

As she set spoons out, she felt Paul come up behind her and slip his arms around her waist.  She turned, leaning back against the sink, looking up at him.  “I am not sure what is happening here,” she said softly.  “I had such a wonderful day.  I like being with you a lot.”  It sounded so stupid and trivial but Paul beamed at her and she lowered her eyes, a bit embarrassed.

She felt his finger under her chin, raising her head up.  “Maggie, you are amazing, I look forward to every minute I spend with you.” He moved closer and she knew he was going to kiss her and it would be a different kiss then ever before.  And it was.  He trailed light kisses around her mouth then covered hers with a passionate, deep kiss, his tongue doing a light dance with hers.

As he drew back, looking for a reaction, Maggie was breathless, her eyes closed, a slight smile curving her lips.  Realizing he had pulled back, she opened her eyes to his smile.  “That was awfully nice.”

Paul drew her tighter against him.  “Yeah it was.”  And they were kissing again and did not pull back until the kettle began screaming and they jumped and laughed.

Curled up on the sofa both sipped tea and talked until Paul took the cup from her hand and set hers with his on the coffee table.

He pulled her into his arms and began kissing her.  Maggie sighed, the sound driving Paul crazy.  She entwined her arms around his neck accepting his kisses, running her hands through his hair.  Paul was used to a few kisses then into the sack.  It had been years since he had an old-fashioned make-out session and it was exhilarating.

Maggie could feel Paul starting to want more and she slowed things down a bit, keeping the kisses a little lighter and less demanding.  “Maggie, I am going crazy,” he murmured against her ear and she buried her face against his neck.

“I’m sorry but I enjoy kissing you very much.  I am not ready for anything else right now.  Please understand.” She rubbed her face against his skin, loving his smell and feel.  Yeah, he was going to be dangerous and she knew it.  She was not sure how long she could keep him at bay and truly how long she wanted to.  Maggie and Gary had necked and fondled some, but making love had been a big step for them and after only three times Danny was conceived, Gary went to war and then he was gone.  Her experience with sex was extremely limited, but she knew how much Paul was stirring the emotions inside her.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, Maggie pulled herself together and said she should be getting home.  Paul’s face was flushed, his breathing ragged and Maggie noticed he did not stand up for several minutes; she figured he had to let things calm down.

Walking her out he grabbed her elbow and twisted her close, “I have time scheduled at the studio tomorrow.  Can I call you afterwards?”

She smiled at him, making his loins ache even more, “Yes, I would like that.  Come on and walk with me, the air will do you good!” Paul grinned at her and nodded, and watched as she disappeared inside then walking with a spring in his step he hurried home.

***

The evening at the Starrs was wonderful.  It was the first time Maggie met John and she was intimidated immediately.  He did a walk around her, humming and hawing, and checked Danny out, then turned to Paul and grinned, “Didn’t know you could get um in a package deal,” he said, and walked off.  Maggie blinked at Paul, who was mortified, and spent several minutes trying to explain John and his humor.

Maureen had hired a local teen to watch all the kids so Maggie turned Danny over, and with Paul holding her about the waist they joined the adults outside on the terrace.  She noticed an empty chip bowl and carried it towards the kitchen but was immediately surrounded by Mo and Patti.

“Hey!” Patti grinned, “Looks like things have taken a different turn.”

Maggie rolled her eyes, “You two are awful.   We have decided to take it slow and see where it goes.” She smiled, thinking of several of their talks.

Patti groaned, “No way!  Paul does not take anything slowly! I know...”

“Ah…you know what?” Paul’s voice filled the room and the three girls jumped.

Patti smiled sheepishly, “Hi, Paulie, didn’t hear you come in.”

“Obviously.  Look girls,” he set down his glass and pulled them both into his arms, “I like this one.  I like her a lot and I do not need you telling tales.  Okay?”  Maggie tried to stifle a giggle looking at their faces close to Paul and nodding furiously.

Paul winked at Maggie, filled his glass and left.  Maureen and Patti sighed deeply and sagged on chairs, “I thought he was going to bitch me out,” Patti looked at Maggie, “He does have a temper ya know.”

Maggie looked at her warningly, “Remember, no tales,” and they all dissolved into laughter.

There was a mound of food and drink and soon several were rolling joints and lighting up.  Maggie had not been down this road and had no desire to, so she took the opportunity to take a walk in the garden.  It was an incredible night, and as she looked back at the house and people, she almost pinched herself thinking where she was and with whom.  As she leaned on a wall, looking at the moon, she realized someone was coming up behind her and turned to see John.  She immediately began to panic.

He leaned on the wall beside her, his long hair hanging partially across his face.  He lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and glanced over at Maggie.  “So what is your story?”

Maggie hoisted herself up on the wall and narrowed her eyes at him, “Story?  Why is it you feel the need to make a newcomer uncomfortable?  Is that your story?”

John let out a laugh, crushing the ciggie out under his boot.  “Made you uncomfortable huh?  Sorry, luv, guess that persona pops out without warning.  Just have heard a lot about you and your son lately, think me partner is smitten, to say the least.”

Now this had Maggie blushing, mildly surprising John.  “Your partner is a wonderful man and has been nothing but kind to Danny and me.  I appreciate that kindness very much.”

“Ahhh, kindness, yes but what about the bloke?  Do you appreciate him?” John stared into her eyes, thinking they were very nice eyes, and waited.  He and Paul had been strained lately; lots of shit going down, Paul disapproved of his affair with Yoko, but he loved the guy and did not want him hurt.  “Miss Maggie, he may be a well-known celebrity and all that crap but deep inside Macca is a little boy looking for acceptance.”

“From what I have heard he was been accepted by about half the female population world wide.”

Maggie was attempting to make a joke, but John was having none of it.  “Typical female,” he snapped.  “Shagging is one thing, loving and feeling entirely different.  Paul wants a family, a real traditionalist at heart.  Don’t mess with him unless you intend to follow through.”

“I am not sure I know you well enough to have this conversation.  No, let me rephrase that -- I know I don’t know you well enough.  What I feel about Paul is between him and me.  Excuse me.”  She hopped down and walked back to check on Danny, and John watched her go with an amused expression on his face.

Maggie was coming out of the ‘babysitting room’ when Paul met her on the stairs.  He smiled, “Haven’t seen you much.  Did I see you talking with John?” He saw a cloud wash over her face and he panicked.  What the hell did John say or do?  “Maggie, what did he say to you?”

“Just wanted to know if my intentions were honorable.”  She smiled at his surprise but he recovered quickly.

“And are they?”

This brought out a laugh and she tossed her arms around his neck and kissed him.  “I promise not to take advantage of you.  I will be a lady first and foremost.”

Paul nuzzled against her neck, “Well, that alleviates all me fears, but Mags, could you maybe stop being a lady every once in a while?”  His wicked smile made her blush, but not enough to deter another lovely kiss.

***

The next few weeks Paul and Maggie spent almost all their time together, mostly with Danny, but on occasion they were able to be alone and explore their growing feelings for one another.

Paul was working at his home piano in the middle of the night after spending an evening with Maggie that ended in a necking session that had him almost to the brink, when he knew he was in love with her.  It crashed down on him like a ton of bricks, the realization almost overwhelming.  He had loved Jane, but it had not been enough to make things work; did he have the maturity now to just be with one woman?  He didn’t have to think twice about Danny; he was totally besotted with the boy and loved the idea of being his Dad.

Dad!?  Paul was stunned; it was the first time he contemplated marrying Maggie and the idea thrilled him.  Paul McCartney, husband and father.  Looking around the room he knew this old house would come alive with a family, it was a home that needed a family.  Martha, at his feet, stretched and looked up at him absently, before putting her head back down and promptly beginning to snore.  Paul laughed lightly and jotted down a few more words to a song.  Yeah, he was on a mission and Maggie was his target.  Felt strange being the pursuer not the pursued!

***

Danny walked over to his Mom and demanded to be held.  Maggie was finishing some laundry when her son appeared.  “Hey tadpole, what cha up to?”  She lifted him up, snuggling into his little boy neck.  He held out one of his toy cars and made the revving sound Paul had taught him. “Yep, that is how a car sounds.”

As he babbled on, Maggie continued to think about Paul, something that pretty much consumed her entire day.  She was not sure when the feelings she had for him crept up on her but all of a sudden there they were, and she was terrified.  Six months ago she would have sworn total allegiance to Gary with nary a thought of any other man, ever, but like a thief in the night, Paul had captured her heart.

Last night when he got her jacket before he walked her home, Maggie knew she wanted to stay more then anything.  She understood how difficult it was for him to respect her wishes and not try to push the boundaries she had set, but now it was becoming as difficult for her.  She felt a little ashamed at how much she wanted to make love with him.  Those feelings had been reserved for Gary, only Gary, but now it was Paul she wanted to lie in bed with and feel his body close to hers.  And she knew if it happened, she would have to be the one to make the first move.

Danny twirled his head as the doorbell rang, “Paul?” he grinned, wide-eyed and Maggie giggled; he wouldn’t have to win her son over, that was a done deal.  She glanced at the security monitor and Paul was indeed at the gate, several of the girls talking with him.

Maggie scowled as she buzzed him through, meeting him at the side door.  As she opened it, still holding Danny, the smile he gave her had her heart racing.  “Morning luv…ahh, well, guess that is…afternoon.  Danny, me man!”  He held out his arms and Danny did not hesitate.

The three of them came inside and Maggie asked if he needed anything to drink.  “No, thanks, got to meet John at the studio and wondered if you two wanted to walk along?” Maggie nodded and went to get their jackets and the diaper bag; they loaded Danny in the stroller and started walking towards the recording studio off Abbey Road.  When the weather was good, Paul usually walked, but as they headed down the tree lined street, he could not help but feel happier then ever before.

Maggie was pushing the stroller; Paul had his arm about her shoulders and he was content.  He had to talk with her; hell, he had to make love to her, make her completely his.  He had to.  He wasn’t sure why he was bringing them along today; the situation with John hadn’t improved and you never knew what kind of mood he would be in.  Maybe he was hoping that seeing them together, John would