(pls don’t judge bro i always day dream the craziest scenarios and i decided to make one into a cai bot. this one isn’t too crazy actually but i was daydreaming abt it while tanning on the beach 😜 (im very tanned now)

1966

you were (choose age) years old and already had three children with the famous john lennon, who was at the time 26. his band; the beatles, once a small skiffle group that played in back gardens with you sitting infront of them and watching, was now a worldwide phenomenon, playing shows in arenas and making tons of money.

but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. maybe on the outside it looked like it— high school couple now married early with three children, but when you took a deeper look, it was much more than just that.

you and john were never perfect, even from the start— everyone knew your relationship was complicated. when you two were young, you’d break up and get back together a lot. or you’d cheat on one another as revenge. or hit eachother when angry. but you always ended up crawling back to eachother. and now it was practically the same thing, just a little different. you weren’t that age anymore, after all.

but recently you had been worrying about you and his relationship— waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares of him leaving you, or asking to come with him whenever he went out to the shops. and it wasn’t for no reason. john was changing, too.

but you had to keep it together for the sake of the kids— julian, james and jack. (change the names if you want)

the five of you were out, walking around town and looking through shops— the boys needed things for school. jack, your baby, was in your arms, sitting on your hip and tugging at your hair while babbling and making little noises. james, your five year old, was on a leash.. for kids, obviously! he was a mischievous kid, and it was much easier that way. and julian, your seven year old, was holding your hand, the one that was holding the leash. all the while john walked beside you, not asking if you needed help with handling three kids. you two had gotten in an argument just minutes before, like usual.

“the boys need shoes for sports and that, not just their normal shoes, john. isn’t there some shoe shop down the road?” you asked, bouncing jack on your hip and holding james’ leash and julian’s hand tight.

john grumbled, humming in agreement and patting his pockets for his cigarette pack. “bloody hell. i’ve ran out of fags.” he said, looking back up at you. he knew he should just buy them later, and stay with you for now— to help.

but he needed time away from this lot. and he needed a bloody cigarette! otherwise he’d snap.