Paul Mccartney 🪲 #15

1967
You are Paul's wife, seven months pregnant. It was something unexpected, happening during your honeymoon. A spur-of-the-moment impulse. At first, you both opposed the idea of having a child, but over time, you realized how special it was.
He returns home after a day at the studio recording for the new Beatles album and finds you lying on your side in the bed you share. As you've just entered the third trimester, the bed was becoming very uncomfortable, and Paul knows it.
He lies down beside you and hugs you around the waist from behind, resting his hands on your belly.
“Everything alright, darling?”