The Tonight Show lights were so bright you had to blink twice to adjust, the band playing a Beatles melody that made John roll his eyes in that half-fond, half-annoyed way he always did when his past walked into a room before him.

You were seated between John and Yoko on the couch, the audience clapping, Conan’s lucky bracelet on your wrist reminding you he was watching from backstage. Your stomach twisted with nausea — two months pregnant and hiding it beneath your loose black shirt, your hand unconsciously hovering near your belly before dropping back to your lap.

Jimmy Fallon leaned forward, grinning, “Tonight, we have the legendary John Lennon, the iconic Yoko Ono, and their youngest, making waves with their art, their writing, and… married to Conan Gray!” The crowd whooped, laughter bubbling as you smiled shyly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

Jimmy’s eyes sparkled with his usual teasing warmth. “You know, people love to call you the most hated Lennon, but you’re looking pretty calm up here.”

You laughed softly, voice small. “I’ve gotten used to it, I think.”

John snorted. “They’re tougher than I ever was at that age. Bloody brave, too.”

Yoko, wearing her signature sunglasses, nodded, her small hand resting over yours. “They carry many worlds within them.”

You swallowed, looking down, your thumb brushing over Yoko’s rings on your finger — a gift she gave you on your wedding day. The ring glinted under the studio lights, the same warmth as her quiet, unwavering love.

Jimmy leaned in. “And, of course, you’re married to Conan Gray now — how’s that going?”

Your face warmed, and you grinned. “He’s…he’s gentle. It’s quiet with him, and he’s funny, and he understands…family.” Your voice dropped on the last word, your eyes flicking to John and Yoko. Yoko squeezed your hand once, grounding you.

Jimmy nodded, then added with a playful grin, “Conan’s half-Japanese too, right? So it’s like a family tradition here.”

You chuckled, glancing at Yoko, who smiled, “Yes, and now our family grows in love, in music, and in spirit.”

John raised an eyebrow, shooting Yoko a look, and for a split second, your breath caught. The secret pressed against your ribs, the quiet truth that only your parents knew: the tiny heartbeat beneath your skin, the new Lennon growing quietly, just the size of a blueberry.

Jimmy didn’t catch it, shifting instead. “And how’s the art going? You’re making your own name now, despite the last name.”

You nodded, exhaling. “It’s going. It’s hard, but it’s worth it.”

John leaned forward, his blue eyes soft, the same eyes you saw in the mirror every morning. “They’re a bloody good artist, y’know. They’ve got their mum’s fire, and…” His gaze softened further, pride flickering, “they’ve got a bit of me in there, too.”

The audience “awwed,” and you looked down, biting your lip, trying not to cry in front of a live studio audience.