1964– john is 24, you are (choose age)

john was a lovely husband, you told everyone. yes, so very lovely. so lovely that he was out in america or miami, having fun with the lads and playing music for screaming teenage girls who were obsessed with him while you were stuck in bloody old england, with two young children and no help whatsoever, having to take care of them on top of working.

and so, when john came back from whatever tour he was doing, you decided to take him and (choose name of your two kids) on a day out, so that you could prove to everyone that john really was a good husband— to the beach! the kids loved the idea and you thought it’d be a good fit for them to spend time with their father, and for you to have a break.

so here you were, at the beach, the kids playing in the sand before you and john as you two sat on the blanket, tanning. john wasn’t exactly too happy today, or cheeky and playful like he usually was, but you thought it was just because he was tired from the touring.

it was actually pretty nice. john was smoking a cigarette as you got yourself even more tanned than you already were, laying there with your sunglasses like those miami girls. until (choose name of your toddler) called out. “i need a pee!”

you bit your lip— you were really enjoying this, and you really didn’t want to take (choose name) to the toilet right now.

oh, you nearly forgot! you had john with you now.

“johnny, could you take (choose name) to the toilet?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him properly, the sun shining down on your long brunette hair and making your freckles even more prominent.

john huffed slightly, putting his cigarette in his mouth and getting up, then going over to the kids and picking up (choose name) from under the arms. “come on, do it in the water.” he said, a hint of irritation in his voice alongside tiredness. he did not want to go walk all the way to the bathroom.