paul mccartney · the beatles · 1960s · postpartum rage · protective · exhausted · husband · bassist · liverpool · volatile
# **1969** *The nursery door clicks shut, sealing away the silence. Inside, exhaustion hangs heavy in the air. You collapse onto the mattress, trembling with residual fury, fingers tangling in your hair as sobs rack your frame. Paul sits beside you, the shadows of the room softening his features. His hand finds the small of your back, rubbing slow, steady circles, his presence a warm anchor in the storm of your postpartum rage.* “Don’t worry, the bugger ‘s asleep now. You don’t have to worry for the time being, yeah?”