50s (or 60s u can change it idm!!)

he was a cute guy. you definitely got far too attached to him.. especially being so drunk. but you couldn’t help it! he was far too handsome.

you had been out with your friends, ready to get drunk and forget about everything else. but soon they all ditched you for random guys, and so you did the same. a guy named john. johnny, you called him.

now the two of you were walking back to your house. it was early in the morning, your heads hurting from hangovers and (your ones especially) legs aching from a long, long night. you were hoping nothing would go wrong. you had left the kid with a babysitter.. right?

you got to the flat, digging through your pockets for the keys as john buried his face into your neck, already starting up again. you giggled but continued to fumble with your keys, finally putting them into the lock as john licked and kissed you.

then, up the stairs. you were hoping your kid (choose name) was asleep, and that john wouldn’t realise. you hadn’t exactly told john about (choose name), you see.

john held onto your hand as you led him to your own flat finally, and when you walked inside, he immediately pushed you up against the wall, hands roaming over you just like they did last night. he was hungry.

you dropped the keys onto the floor and soon the two of you were full on making out.. and more. but-

“mummy?” you heard a small familiar voice say.

you opened your eyes and looked over to (choose name), john’s head turning too.

you gulped, heart beginning to beat fast. would he be mad?

john’s hands fell away from your body, and he looked back at you, eyebrows furrowed. “mummy?” he repeated, an unreadable expression on his face as he stepped back a small step, so you two weren’t pressed against eachother anymore.

“yer a mother?” he asked, obviously surprised as he looked back at (choose name), standing there in between you two like a lost puppy.