Author's Note: Hello again, all! Here's this week's chapter which I hope you will enjoy! I can't forget to give credit to Paulsgirl34 for this, as well. Anyway, thank you all for reading, favoriting, reviewing, and enjoy!

Chapter 6: Back Home

Emily woke up in the car on the way to George's and her flat.

"Good morning, sunshine," George said with a toothy grin.

"How long was I asleep," Emily asked, rubbing her eyes and looking around.

"Well, long enough to finish the flight and drop everyone else off at their homes."

"Oh," she said, finally awake enough to realize where they were.

"After tonight, we start your therapy, love," he said, looking off into the distance, in thought.

"Oh yeah, can't wait," she said sarcastically, knowing it will be painful.

"Hey, love, I'll be right with you. We'll get through it together, yeah?" George said, putting an arm around Emily.

"Yeah, I have to walk again for John, and Paul, and Courtney, and you and, our future family."

George kissed her. "I'll love you no matter what."

"I love you, too, for better or worse, forever," she said with a happy sigh.

Three months later, Emily had been going through physical therapy and had begun her road to improvement. We were all gathered in John and my living room.

"So, how's the therapy?" I asked, bringing in tea for everyone.

"I can walk with crutches, but it's painful. I can feel below my waist again so we're actually getting somewhere. I can move my legs a little and it may hurt but I've never felt better."

"Hey, that's some improvement!" I said cheerily.

John walked in with the tray of biscuits I had made earlier. "Not too long and you two will be the ones picking out baby names!"

"Yeah, hopefully," Emily said, looking to George.

"Did the doctors ever figure out what had caused it?" I asked. It had seemed quite sudden, but we were all too worried about the future to ask what had happened in the past to cause it.

Emily nodded. "They said it was most likely a severe case of Guillain-Barré syndrome, which is basically a rare disease where my immune system goes haywire and attacks my nerves for no reason... Most recover within a few weeks or months, but I guess I'm lucky enough to have to wait a bit longer. Anyway, it's not serious, just rare."

"Wow," I breathed, "That's a bit insane! How in the world did that happen to you?"

She shrugged. "No one knows."

"The best doctors didn't even know the cause," George snorted, shaking his head.

John piped in, "At least you're not a permanent cripple!"

Emily ignored him. "So, you guys come up with any baby names?" she asked, changing the subject.

John shrugged. "Not really."

"It's tough," I said, "But we have a list and when the baby comes, we'll decide for sure."

"That sounds good. How far away is that now?" she asked, smiling.

"Two months now!" I said, excitedly.

"Wow, I'll be an aunt in 2 months! And John, you're gonna be a dad! How does that feel?"

"It's mad!" John said, "To be honest, I'm a bit nervous."

"We're almost completely ready. Got the room set up next to ours and some clothes, hopefully they fit," I said.

"I'm sure they will. And John, you should be nervous; that's your baby!" Emily said.

John nodded. "Yeah, it's gonna be a weird day when he's born."

"Did I tell you?" I said to the rest of the group. John already knew. "The doctor's said he is most likely a boy!"

"That's fantastic!" Emily said, "I can't wait to meet him!"

"I can't wait to see his little face," I replied, smiling.

Ringo yawned and stood up. He looked like he hadn't been getting much sleep lately. "I'll see you all tomorrow. Gonna head home and... bed."

"Sleep well, Rings!" I said, waving at him and wondering if he was okay. I made a mental note to try and keep an eye on him in the near future.

"Take care of yourself if I don't see you tomorrow," Emily said, hugging him from the wheelchair.

"You two, Em!" He replied, "Keep it up with that therapy." He gave a thumbs up, then sleepily stumbled out the door.

"Oh, 'course I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can get lunch and hang out a little," she said, hoisting herself from the chair to the couch.

"Sounds good," he replied, then left with a wave.

"And you, Courtney, call me when you need work done around the house. I'll come over and do it. I've gotten used to working from the chair. You need rest."

"Will do," I replied, not really planning on taking her up on it. Making other people do my work for me was not something I did well. "Ta!" I yawned, then turned to John, "I think I'm off to bed, then."

I got up with effort and headed down the hall to the bedroom, saying "Goodnight" to everyone.

"We better go too, George. We have physical therapy at eight in the morning," Emily said, dropping herself back in the wheel chair with practiced ease.

"Well, Johnny boy," Paul said, getting up from his spot, "I'm leaving, too. See you tomorrow or something."

Emily hugged both of them and waited for George.

George followed her out, and John closed the door behind her. He fiddled with his guitar for a bit, then headed to bed.

The next morning, after Emily's physical therapy, she and George met Ringo for lunch.

"Hello, you two!" Ringo said as he sipped his drink.

"Hey, Rings! Good to get to spend some quality time with you, minus all the crazy girls," Emily said, wheeling up to the table.

"Yeah, they didn't follow me. But I do prefer them to the weird blokes in France... John won't let it go, either," he said, laughing, "So, none have been bothering you and George lately?"

"I wish! There was one that wouldn't leave me alone, saying George was her man. I kindly informed her that the ring on my left hand meant otherwise."

Ringo shook his head. "Those birds are mad," he said.

"Yeah, so George and I talked to the doctor about our chances to start a family. He said we have a high chance," Emily said, excited.

"Hey, that's great! Congrats to both of you!" Ringo replied.

"We're hoping soon... So, how are you doing? Any special ladies?" she asked, winking and smiling.

Ringo shrugged. "Not really. A fling here and there, but no one really special. And it's actually harder with all the fans throwing themselves at me."

"Well, you know what they say. There's someone for everyone."

"Yeah, it's what they say," Ringo said, "Just haven't found her yet."

"You will. She's out there, just waiting for you," Emily said encouragingly, thinking about how lucky she really was.

"Oh, yeah," he agreed, "So how was today's therapy session?"

"We made so much headway! Watch this." Emily motioned for George to stand up and she put her arms around him and actually stood up on her own two legs as long as she held on to him.

Ringo's eyes widened. "I'm impressed! That's gear!"

"It's hard and kinda hurts but I'm getting closer," she said, taking an aspirin.

"That's gear! You'll be just in time for the Lennon wedding, then! The invite came this morning. Suppose you two were out. A couple months after the baby and they're getting hitched!" Ringo said, "So when do you think you two will say your vows?"

"When I can finally walk again. Until then, we're just planning."

Ringo nodded. "Well, can't for that one! Two of me mates getting married... I feel old!"

"You're only a year older than me! You're not old if I'm not old, I promise," she said, reaching over and messing up his hair.

Ringo ducked away, but he was smiling. "Yeah. But Christ! I'm gonna be an uncle! Kinda. And a brother-in-law! Sorta."

"Well, hey, I'm gonna be an aunt, sorta, and a sister in law to 3 guys, kinda, and a real sister in law to all George's siblings!"

Ringo laughed. "Mad, innit?"

"Yeah, mad! But you'll be my brother-in-law, so it isn't too bad," Emily said, laughing.

With a warm laugh, Ringo took a quick swig of his drink, then started up a conversation with George about the new sports cars coming out.