A/N This is the last chapter. Sorry, I know it is so short and it is also the worst chapter I've ever written ahsdkahdka.

Paul McCartney P.O.V

My husband grabbed both of my hands and started playing with them like a little child would do. Husband. I didn't realize how great that word sounds until now. He approached and gave another of his flirty looks that can say more than a hundred words, and we were about to kiss when we heard the most indecent knocks from the principal door. If it wasn't made of good wood, I'm sure they could have thrown it down. "COME ON, NEWLYWEDS! OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR! GEORGE WANTS CAKE!"

"Just… Lovely." John burst out laughing, our lips almost touching, as we fell apart.

I quickly jogged to open the door, finding the older and the younger Beatle smiling brightly, almost creepily. "Awwwww, look at the little birds in love, Geo."

John protested, ignoring Ringo's comment, "Why can't you knock softly two times like normal people do?"

"'Cause we're not normal." George seemed so serious, that it actually sounded funny.

"True fact." I affirmed.

"We're angry with you, anyway." George rolled his eyes, and apparently, he is as bad as me at pretending to be mad.

John joked, smirking at the two, "Why is that so, lovelies?"

"I wanted to be best-man, y'know…" Ringo looked so cute using his puppy-eyes, that it even sounded real. He's the only Beatle that could actually succeed as an actor.

George nodded and then said, "Me too… And I wanted to be the first one to try the cake…"

"We even prepared you a wedding gift." Rings said with the most manipulative voice he found.

John eyes widened and exclaimed, "Gift? I love gifts!"

"You didn't invite us so you won't have your wedding gift." George decided, and Ringo followed.

"No wedding gift for us means no cake for you." I joked, but George took it very serious.

George handed us a little rectangular box, tied with a huge red bow. "Forget it!"

"You're going to love it!" Ringo affirmed, and George burst out laughing.

I gently opened the box, which contained a wooden frame with a photo of George and Ringo in it, with a little note that contained the words: "Don't forget us!"

John and I stared confusedly at the picture, until he broke the silence to say, "Just what I wanted!"

George joked, "Oh, we totally knew it."

Ringo smiled and suggested, "You should place it in your nightstand, that way you'll see our beautiful faces every day."

I winked to my friends, "Believe me, we will."

"Now tell me something, Paul was the bride, right?" The youngest Beatle asked, and everyone laughed, except me.

"Indeed." John replied, giving a kiss to my hair.

"It's not funny!" I complained.

Ringo stated, imitating my past winks, "But don't be mad, Macca, you are the most beautiful bride ever."

"He is…" John sighed.

I affirmed, "I am the most beautiful GROOM, yes."

"You're my beautiful groom," He declared, kissing my cheek.

George proposed, "I'm going to call you from now on, John McCartney and Paul Lennon. How does it sound?"

"No, no, we better call 'em John McCartney-Lennon and Paul Lennon-McCartney." Ringo suggested.

"Or John Lennon and Paul McCartney," I said. "That sounds even better."

"I like Mr. and Mrs. Lennon," Ringo laughed.

I protested, "WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO BE THE GIRL!"

"He's right, guys… Stop bothering Macca…" John stood out for me and I nodded innocently.

George remarked, "You were the one who started it, by the way…"

"Or maybe Mr. and Mrs. McCartney." Ringo joked.

"Stop it, seriously." John requested, "This is not funny anymore."

"It was never funny." I claimed.

"Anyway," George pronounced, "Where's the cake?"

I commented, "You only think of food, don't you?"

George jogged to the kitchen to look for the cake, and didn't have to put much effort, because it was right on top of the counter.

"What flavor it its?" Ringo asked looking at the cake like if it was some kind of weird Indian food.

John laughed saying in reply, "A mix of everything Paul found in the kitchen, I think."

I shoot back, "Shut up! You know it tastes good!"

George declared, "Yeah, shut up John. Paul is the only one that can actually cook something." Then he burst out laughing reminding him, "Remember when you where trying to do fried eggs without putting oil into the frying pan?"

"But I wasn't saying it as a bad thing!" John protested.

"It is actually really good." Ringo affirmed while giving it the first bite.

"Hhhhmmm…" George stated positively, "You're right. This thing is good."

I smiled satisfactory, as I saw everyone eating my master creation.

"Let's make a toast for the newlyweds!" Ringo proposed.

I replied, "That would be lovely. I bought wine."

John took out the bottle of wine from the kitchen cabinet and showed it to George and Ringo, "I'm sure it's the smallest bottle of wine I've ever seen."

"It's enough for a cup for each of us. It's small because I don't want any of us to get drunk on my wedding day." I stated.

"And John gets wasted even with chocolate milk," George laughed.

I grabbed four glasses and served a little amount of wine in each one, giving one to every Beatle.

"Cheers to John and Paul!" Ringo exclaimed, elevating the arm that was holding the glass.

George added, "Cheers to the success of 'A hard day's night'!"

We all joked and talked for hours, until Geo proposed, "Beatle sleepover?"

"Almost every day is a Beatle sleepover because of the touring. Let the newlyweds have their night. Tomorrow we will probably be working 36 hours in the studio." Rings said.

"Oh, well… Bye, bye then! We love you, yeah, yeah, yeah!" George sang cheerfully as they left closing the door loudly, knowing that's something that annoys us.

John chuckled, "I'll demand them to buy us a new door."

"And I demand you to kiss me." I approached suggestively, grabbing him by his neck.

He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "You demand?"

He enjoys teasing me, and he does it when I look needier. I bit my lower lip, approaching closer, as he brushed the hair out of my face to start an intense, long, deep kiss.

"I love you, James." He giggled, brushing our noses together.

"I love you more, Winston."

A/N I will think about adding another chapter about a "honeymoon" or whatever, but I don't know.

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