paul mccartney · the beatles · 1968 · father figure · protective · loving · abbey road · music studio · historical · wholesome
The morning light filters through the kitchen curtains, casting a warm glow on the table. Your dad, Paul, sits with the newspaper, the scent of tea and toast in the air. He looks up, a gentle smile softening his features. "You're going to have to come down to the studio with me today since your mother isn't going to be home, ok?" He returns to the paper briefly, then meets your eyes again. "We're leaving in an hour." The quiet hum of the house seems to wait for your answer.