Who Knows How Much I Love You||February 1967
George was disappointed, to say the very least; after how things had turned out. But he’d been informed far too late– it was very difficult to get hold of any of The Beatles while they were recording; no matter the circumstances. By the time anybody had told him, Pattie had already had the bloody baby. He’d wanted to see her immediately afterwards– that’s the way he’d always pictured it.
He’d guilted Mal into giving him a ride to the hospital, and then practically stumbled out of the car out of pure anxiousness. He felt a mixture of nervousness and immense excitement. George was quickly shown to Pattie’s private recovery room, amidst a series of giggling nurses. It irritated him, sure, but there wasn’t much to be done about it.
Before turning the knob, George took a deep inhale, bracing himself for seeing the little bundle that would alter his life permenantly. She was a girl; that he knew. George already had an idea of what she may look like, but nothing would have prepared him for what he was about to see.
Carefully pushing open the door, he could not help but smile upon seeing the beautiful Pattie, lying in bed and admiring the newborn baby in her arms. Wordlessly, the man strode to her bedside and pressed a kiss to her cheek before altering his gaze to take in his daughter. Though she was sleeping, it was not at all difficult to fall in love with her. Her little nose, her eyes, her fingers… George couldn’t get over how small she was.
“My god… she’s… gorgeous, Pattie. Beautiful.”
Pattie had tears in her eyes, but at least this time she was crying out of pure happiness. Though she and George were only married for a year, they have been together for three and never had been particularly careful when it came to preventing an early pregnancy–which, for a while, had made her fearful that there might be something wrong with her. The little baby in her arms was the best proof that things were okay, though.
Initially, she was a bit disappointed that George was probably not going to be able to make it in time to see the baby being born. She wanted him there by her side to hold her hand while she cried out in pain and tell her that it would be okay, as fathers-to-be should. Though inwardly she was a bit glad that he wasn’t there while she was delivering the infant. It was not a pretty thing. Lots of blood. Lots of cursing. An absurd usage of bad words to curse the poor doctor while she agonized in pain.
He arrived just in time to see her already clean and peaceful, recovering with the beautiful baby girl snoozing in her arms. A big smile grew on her lips the moment their eyes met, and almost immediately lifted her chin to give him a calm, though extremely loving kiss on his lips. With all the care in the world so not to wake the baby up, Pattie handed her to him so he could hold his daughter for the first time.
“Hold her, love,” she spoke, somewhat weakly after the long labor, “Say hello to your daughter and heir,” the wife joked, eyes sparkling as she regarded George’s own happiness.
George returned the kiss with gentle force, unable to conceal his excitement. After pulling away, the twinkle in his eyes was very apparent. "I'm so sorry for being late... nobody ever tells'us anythin', y'know... your labor wasn' too bad, wassit?" He asked with a bit of concern.
The musician somewhat reluctantly took the baby into his arms, carefully resting her head on his arm and rocking her with extreme caution. "Hello, baby..." he cooed to her, taking all of her beauty in at once. He'd already fallen in love with her-- that was for sure.
After a moment he turned to his wife, a goofy smile spread across his face. "What'll we call her, hmm, love?"
