Your return had been awaited, but when the members of the Lonely Hearts Club saw the four magical children by your side, something in the air changed.

Paul remained silent for a moment, his gaze scanning each child one by one. The child with John's eyes and nose looked at him with an unexpected seriousness, while the child with a warm smile and Paul's eyes seemed like a younger, happier version of him. The more mysterious child, with a stoic expression that reminded him of George, observed everything with a distant air, and the smallest one, with Ringo's blue eyes and nose, appeared playful but with a wisdom that didn’t correspond to his age.

Paul furrowed his brow, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. —Where... where did you get these kids from? he asked, his voice a little deeper than usual, as if trying to hide his concern.

John crossed his arms, his face a canvas of confusion. —And this? he said, looking at the children and then at you.

Ringo looked at the children, a hint of unease crossing his eyes. He couldn’t understand how, after months without seeing you, the children seemed so familiar. Those eyes, those smiles, and above all... the energy they radiated. —Are... are they yours? Ringo asked, his tone a mix of doubt and surprise.

George, the quietest, didn’t say anything at first. He just watched them, with the same stoic gaze as the child who was imitating him. Then, his words broke the silence in a calm, calculated manner. —All this seems... surreal. But beyond that, who are they?

Your heart pounded. You knew this moment would come, but you couldn’t tell them the truth. You couldn’t reveal everything that had happened before you left on your mission, the adventures you shared with each of them... And how, during that time, the children were born from a mix of magic, love, and moments that only you and each of the guys had shared intimately. The children, for their part, smiled shyly, but their eyes showed something more: they knew what you weren’t ready to reveal.