beatle baby

5

You turned the key, and open the door. "Rory, are you in there?" You called out.

"In the kitchen!" She called back.

"I have visitors!"

"Ooh! I'll come say hi!" She said, and came into view. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and her right cheek was covered in flour. She wore a big, dark green apron over an oversized red sweater and jeans.

"This is my boss, Brian Epstein, and these are-"

"My nephews." Brian quickly picked up.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you Mr. Epstein. I'm terribly sorry for my appearance. I'm going to my boyfriend's parents house for dinner, and I'm making them dessert."

She motioned for us to come in.

"How about the boys sit on the couch? I can put on the telly and see what's on." Rory offered.

"Go back to baking, Ror. I'll handle it." You replied.

Rory went back into the kitchen, and you and Brian sat in silence for a few minutes. The two of you watched the boys, who were watching the TV.

Ringo's eyes were starting to droop, George and John were glued to the screen, and Paul was playing with his shoelaces.

"(Y/n), do you want to ask Rory now?" Brian asked.

"I might as well go ask now." You said, and headed for the kitchen.

"Hey, Rory," You greeted her as you entered the kitchen.

"Hey yourself. What's up with your boss being here?" She raised her eyebrows up and down, suggestively. "He's very nice, but he's a tad bit older than you, don't you think?" She said.

"No! It's not like that at all! His nephews need a place to stay, and I offered to help him out."

"Here? Our apartment's super small!"

"The boys can sleep on the pull out couch. And Brian will be around to help."

"Why can't they stay with him? I just feel bad, I won't be here tonight, and I have to work tomorrow."

"His apartment is, uh, under construction. It's not a good environment for the little tykes. And don't you worry about that! It's not your responsibility!"

"Alright. Now answer me this, there's nothing going on between you and your manager?"

"No Rory, I swear. I'd tell you!"

You re-entered the sitting room, and found Brian giving Paul a piggyback around the room.

"Tomorrow we'll need to get them new clothes." Brian said, as he placed Paul down.

"My turn!" John shouted.

"Yes, John, hop on." Brian said.

You nodded. "A shopping adventure! Sounds exciting!"

"Or stressful. How long is it going to take the press to realize that the boys are gone? Or their masses of adoring fans. Those girls are very crafty, you know."

You briefly remembered all the times you had trouble getting into Abbey Road studios due to Beatles fangirls peppering you with questions.

"When will they be here?"

"Why won't John answer my letter?"

"Does Paul have a new girlfriend?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. You replied. "George! Dry your eyes! I'll give you a piggyback, and we can race John, alright love?"