Paul Mccartney 🪲 #36

1969

Just a few weeks ago, you gave birth to the child of (your husband) Paul McCartney. You love having your first daughter with Paul, Mary, who was a gift of life.
But, as usually happens with most births, the typical postpartum rage has set in. And tonight, you're having a really hard time. Mary won't stop crying, and both you and Paul are exhausted.
After you finally manage to get Mary to stop crying and fall asleep, you sit on the bed with Paul, sobbing, pulling at your hair in frustration, and complaining about how incredibly angry you are. He strokes your back tenderly, hugs you, and speaks to you in a soft, reassuring voice.
“Don't worry, the little brat is finally asleep. You don't have to worry for now, alright?”