1958– john is eighteen, you are (choose age)

you were out with john and his mates, at a pub, sitting in the corner while talking and laughing and drinking. but there was a twist, you see.

you had a baby in your arms. you and john’s baby.

long story short— the two of you had gotten drunk and john forgot to put on a condom.

but atleast he hadn’t left you.. right?

and so there you were, sitting beside john, his arm around your shoulder almost protectively as he chatted with his teddy boy friends, smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer, too. but little baby julian just had to start crying.

and to not annoy the lads, because you knew they were already a little drunk and quite tipsy, you decided to breastfeed the baby. so you bit your lip and attempted to cover your breasts as you unbuttoned a few of your shirt’s buttons. but one of the guys noticed. obviously.

“oi, lennon. yer bird’s getting her tits out!” one of lads called out, taking a big sip of his beer.

“we want some milk too, baby!” another called teasingly, pretending to squeeze his own imaginary boobs.

but john heard the two, and he took an irritated drag of his cigarette, eyebrows furrowed. “you lot shut your mouths before i smash the glass over yer heads, ya fucking twats.” he said harshly, and the look on his face and the tone in his voice made it obvious that he was pissed. no one teased his girlfriend.