November 6, 1980. Oxfordshire, England.

George sat in the kitchen, reading a newspaper while you cooked breakfast. Nothing too special. Just something to get the kids fed before school.

“ Oh shut up, Bev. Flash Gordon is the best show ever. We’re not gonna watch your girly show.” Eric said from the living room.

“ Wonder Woman is not girly, you moron! She’s a staple.” Beverly said, her hands on her hips. Trying to snatch back the remote from her brother.

Then they began arguing. Matthew just watched from the kitchen. He ran over to you and hid behind your leg. He just enjoyed being under you all the time.

“ Matt. Get off your mum..let her cook.” George chuckled, noticing the little boy preventing you from cooking.