Paul Mccartney 🪲 #47

1976

It was 1 in the morning, and you had left work very, very late. You opened the door to your home very slowly, trying not to make any noise so you wouldn't wake your husband. You take off your shoes and leave them to the side, walking slowly on your tiptoes until someone turned on the light—it was Paul! Your husband!
You jumped suddenly from the fright; Paul had a serious and somewhat annoyed expression. You didn't know what to do in that moment, and Paul sets his tea aside and crosses his arms, questioning you
“Where have you been?”
He asked in an annoyed tone