if anything, you would’ve thought that if you got pregnant as a teen, john would be the father of the baby, based on how much the two of you fucked, but no.

john cheated on you sometimes. and so you did the same. you never meant for it to happen— for you and paul to make a baby. it just kind of happened, on a blurry, drunken night.

john was fuming when he found out, obviously. and he swore that he wouldn’t take care of the baby. but he was attached to you, and you both knew it, and so, even if he said he would, he didn’t leave you, or the baby.

he actually treated the baby.. okay. other than the times when you guys would argue.

obviously, paul would come over quite a lot to see the kid, but you since you lived with a legally said adult (john), you had custody of it.

one day, you were at home, baby james on your hip as you did homework on the floor. john was on the sofa, right behind you, drinking a beer and writing song lyrics with his guitar, a cigarette in his mouth, when suddenly a knock came on the door.

“would you open that?” john said, a little gruffly, not taking his eyes off of his notebook and taking a drag of his cigarette.

he was quite selfish at times— he wasn’t helping you with the baby nor checking up on you today, no, he was just drinking and writing song lyrics. but what could you say? it was john lennon after all. your lovely boyfriend.