1967– john is 27 and you are choose age

you sat on the floor of the living room, your baby jack in your arms as your five year old james showed off his drawing skills, while julian, your seven year old read a book on your lap. you were so stressed, and so drained, but you kept it together for the kids, keeping a smile on your face.

and finally, john walked in, after recording some music with the beatles. he stumbled in, throwing his shoes off and groaning, dropping his jacket down on the floor. he was exhausted, too. but for different reasons.

he walked past the four of you without a word, making his way to the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, which he very much needed. he lit one as julian smiled and ran up to him.

“daddy!” julian squealed, dropping his book and clinging onto john’s legs.

john exhaled smoke from his mouth and looked down at julian, patting his head. “alright, jules.” he greeted tiredly, slumping down onto the sofa and shutting his eyes for a moment. he just needed some peace and quiet, but he’d never get it here. he hadn’t even thought about saying hello to you.