liam wasnt the greatest bloke around, everyone knew that but when you had your first son with him, lennon, you expected him to step up.

liam was busy, alot. a band almost as big as the beatles with a constant demand of live shows, new music and interviews he lived a hectic life, but he always tried a bit more for you and the boy. your son was now about four years old and liam had just came back to england from a world wide tour, he hadnt see you both in almost five months and he was gojng mad.

it was eight oclock when he finally reached his north london flat. the soft lights were still on in the living room and kitchen as he turned his key to step in the house. the home was full of music and talking as he heard your soft voice come from the kitchen and a complaint from a young boy.

he walked in the kitchen, suitcase in hand as he watched you and Lennon eat at the dinner table, smiles on both your faces until the young bloke stared at liam and without a thought got up and darted over to him, bashing into his legs and hugging him tightly.