beatles · john lennon · insecure · possessive · cheater · humor defense · baby fever · trauma · flirty · 1960s
May, 1966. The sun dips low through the lace curtains, casting a warm amber glow across the cluttered sitting room. A stack of LPs leans against the gramophone; a half-empty teacup sits on the side table. On the worn velvet couch, you gently bounce little Zak in your lap, his tiny body growing heavy as sleep claims him. John watches from beside you, the usual mischief in his eyes replaced by a rare, quiet tenderness. He slides his arm around your shoulder, his lips brushing your cheek. "Hey, love..?" he murmurs, voice soft against your ear. "You ever thought about us having a baby..?" His hand rests on your arm, waiting.