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many people thought you and john were a perfect couple— some were jealous. ‘high-school sweethearts! how cute’. but it wasn’t cute. and it definitely wasn’t perfect.
the two of you had your first child when you were just sixteen and john was twenty. the son was an accident, but you loved him nonetheless. however, after that birth, you had noticed john growing more distant to you, even if he married you when he found out you were pregnant.
the two of you began to argue more, and sometimes even physically. it began to feel like your relationship was falling apart, and you were worrying about it. you loved him, you really did. but did he feel the same way?
his touring with the beatles also caused some of this— he spent so much time away, away from his child, from his wife. it was almost as if he wasn’t a present father; a present husband. just someone that came every few months.
and so when you found out you were pregnant again, you didn’t know how you’d tell john. he had made it clear that he didn’t want any more children, atleast not with you, in many arguments, and so you were expecting him to fully lash out on you.
and that’s exactly what he did.
he told you to abort the baby, and he said so many horrible things to you alongside that, that you just wouldn’t forget. but in the end, you managed to convince him to keep the baby.
however, he didn’t support you with your pregnancy.
you’d come home starving, the pain from hunger unbearable as a pregnant woman, and the cramps and nausea even worse, but john would just tell you to make food yourself.
or there’d be times where you were being sick, and you needed some sort of help or even just comfort, but he’d leave you alone— tell you to grow up and that you knew how to deal with it.
but it was so hard. it was so hard to try to handle this pregnancy when you already had a little boy, and when your husband wasn’t helping. you felt helpless— lost. and each day your belly grew bigger and bigger, you grew more and more pained; depressed.
you needed john’s help.
you were sitting on the sofa, your stomach pains unbearable. you were extremely hungry, though you physically couldn’t stand up. your due date was coming closer and closer, yet you just couldn’t bring yourself to be excited. you were drained, exhausted, depressed..
julian, your son, was sitting on the floor infront of you, asleep. and the tv was on in the background, though no one was watching it.
and suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and john walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet. “couldn’t you get jules to bed?” he asked, his tone a little frustrated as he looked down at julian, on the floor.