"I can't believe you talked me into wearing a wig." I groaned scratching my new black head of hair annoyedly.
"Well maybe stop going around kissing me in front of reporters then." George smirked cheekily, his eyes hidden behind a thick pair of sunglasses.
When we had arrived to the hotel, George and I had split up from John and Cynthia for some time to ourselves before meeting up for dinner at the fancy restaurant attached to the hotel.
George and I had decided on taking a walk to the beach, of course George not letting me outside without the wig, afraid of what would come if fans who had read the magazine spotted me like the one at the airport.
"Well maybe if you were so kissable that wouldn't be a problem." I shrugged playing with the hem of my bikini cover up with a smug grin.
"Oh come off it." George said bumping his shoulder against mine.
It fell silent between the two of us for a moment as we walked the sidewalks admiring the scenery.
"Have you thought at all about living in London?" George inquired looking back up to me thoughtfully, like the question had been in his head for awhile.
"Well, I dunno really," I began, the uncertainty seeming to make George uneasy.
"Brian says he can sell my paintings in London, but I'm really not sure if I'm cut out to be a full time artist, y'know? I kind of expected to work at NEMS for the rest of my life no matter what I went to school for." I shook my head seeing he was watching me intently for my answer.
"Is that what you want to do? Work at NEMS I mean." George questioned further.
"No." I bit my lip shaking my head, the truth was, I hadn't thought about what I wanted to do in a long time since Brian and the boys had left for London.
"George?" I asked after a moment in thought.
He hummed in response, lifting his head once again.
"We've never talked about our future, like, really talk about what's going to happen." The thoughts of our earlier argument resurfacing into my mind.
I don't think George and I had even spoken about kids before the argument, not even when we were back in Liverpool wearing our promise rings around our fingers like two lovesick puppies spending every passing moment together.
"Oh, w-well," he began with a lump in his throat, seeming to have already been worried himself on that topic.
"Never mind, maybe that's a silly question." My face heated up in embarrassment as I looked out ahead of us, seeing the beach was only now about a block away.
"No, no it's not silly." George took my hand in his thoughtfully, standing still.
He took off his sunglasses with his free hand and placing them on his head, looking into my eyes with that look of admiration that never ceased to erase any trace of doubt I had in me.
I stopped along with him, watching him doe eyed, waiting for why we stopped.
"I'm sorry for how I reacted when you told me about, well, you know. The truth is I would be the luckiest man alive to be the father of your children." The corners of his lips turned upward charmingly, causing my heart to flutter in fondness.
"I'm sorry for overreacting. I know maybe we aren't ready for children yet it's just- you're the only person I'd ever want to have them with." I spoke softly, my expression lifted in delight, captivating George as his eyes glazed over with warmth.
He leaned down placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, smiling ear to ear overjoyed to hear those words. I buried my head in his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around him longing to feel his warm embrace.
He wrapped his arms around me comfortingly, his lips grazing my ear.
"I love you Poppy." He spoke thoughtfully, causing my knees to buckle slightly, feeble underneath here mere touch.
As we broke away from each other's arms, I watched as he stared at me nervously, one of his hands hidden behind his back.
"What's wrong love?" I reached holding the side of his face in my hand, seeing the strange look in his eyes and becoming slightly frightened.
"N-Nothing." He shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets of his swim trunks.
"You've been acting strange." I furrowed my eyebrows withdrawing my hand from his cheek.
"I just want to make sure everything is perfect this trip." He smiled with a clear tenseness in his features, the kind when he wasn't telling the complete truth.
I knew he was holding something back, but I didn't question it further, he obviously didn't want me to know.
"Everything will be." I smiled grabbing his hands in mine.
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Later on in the afternoon, after we'd spent the afternoon at the beach peacefully together, George acting like his usual self again, we'd come back to the restaurant to find that Cynthia and John already waiting at a table for us, seemingly in better moods than ever.
"There they are, how's the eng-" John began before looking over at George with a smirk.
"-Englanders." John cleared his throat quickly looking down and squinting at his menu.
I looked at him funnily, confused by his question.
"Oh John you goof." Cynthia laughed slapping his chest.
"How was the beach?" Cynthia switched the topic quickly, smiling largely over to the two of us.
"Great." My expression softened as I looked over to George.
"I think I'm moving to London for good." I bit my lip happily turning back to see the excited expressions on John and Cynthia's faces.
"Really?" Cynthia asked excitedly, clapping her hands together.
"Well, I would have to look for a place and job and all that, but yeah, I've missed everyone too much." I laughed lightheartedly as George grabbed onto my hand joyously, as it was placed on the table.
"Why don't you move in with Geo?" John suggested looking between the two of us slightly puzzled.
"Brian would kill me. I don't think he'd allow that unless we were married." I joked making Cynthia nearly spit out the water she was drinking.
I looked at her strangely.
"Wrong pipe." She coughed.
"Well, what if we could convince him?" John mused.
"Well," I looked over slightly flustered to George, as if to ask what he thought on the subject.
"I wouldn't mind that." He smiled cheekily.
I felt as if I were dreaming, things seemed to be going almost too well. I wondered to myself what George was hiding, and worried if it was something that would end up hurting me.
