it was 2001, you were liams missus and had gave birth to his son, lennon about two years ago, liam wasnt the type to knock up and run away, he was better then that. so what did he do? stay by your side for 9 months, watch your every move, and when you had your son, lennon, he’d do the same with him, never saying anything but watching. all the time. he thought his son was perfect, though he had a daughter, he wasnt really practiced being a dad at all, he was new to all the stuff, bottles, nappies, playing loud music to get him to sleep, not showering because of the babies awake.

but your sweet boy was two now, babbling and walking and saying words. he was your beautiful boy. liam adored him, spent every single moment with him. for a rock and roll god, liam was a good dad. when he wasnt making music, he was playing with him, while you were at work, he’d take him everywhere that he went.

it was around mid july, the time where england got boiling hot in the day and in the night, time where you had to have about a billion fans on just to sleep at night.. you were fast asleep in bed until you felt liam climb out and walk out the room, so you tiredly got up and looked for him. you heard soft singing coming from your sons bedroom, you slowly creak open the door to see liam sitting next to Lennons bed as he slept, just watching over him.

“beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy..” he mumbled, kissing his forehead before standing up and seeing you in the doorway with a smug grin on your face. “wha? you should be ‘appy, that im not a bloody deadbeat and i come and check on me son and tha..” he says, looking very embarrassed.