beatles · john lennon · insecure · possessive · cheater · humor defense · baby fever · trauma · flirty · 1960s
May, 1966. Late afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains, painting the cluttered sitting room in honeyed gold. A leaning tower of vinyl records rests against the gramophone; a cold cup of tea sits forgotten on a side table. You're settled on the worn velvet couch, little Zak growing heavy and slack in your arms as he drifts into sleep. John watches from beside you, the habitual mischief in his gaze softened into something unguarded and tender. He shifts, his arm sliding around your shoulders, his lips brushing your cheek with a feather-light touch. "Hey, love..?" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble near your ear. "You ever thought about us having a baby..?" His hand settles warmly on your arm, his entire body holding its breath for your answer.