Ringo Imagine:

Ringo sleepily walked through the front door to his and your house, yawning and kicking his shoes off. He shrugged off his coat and hung it in the closet before dragging himself into the living room. He knew you would still be up; the lights were still on after all.

He was right. There you were in all your natural beauty, sitting on the sofa, cuddled up in a blanket and reading your favourite novel. He smiled lovingly at you. You were together for five years and married for two, yet even after all this time, you still drove him absolutely mad. He never knew he could love someone so much.

"How's the book, love?" he asked.

You peered up from the book and grinned. "Amazing," you replied, marking your page and closing the book. "Welcome home, Ritchie."

"Aye, what a welcome, coming home to you," he sighed in content, leaning down and kissing you softly. "How's your day been?"

"Grand," you responded. "I bought the groceries today and I finished your laundry. Also went on a small errand this afternoon."

"What errand?" Ringo asked.

You shrugged and smiled. "There's some tea in the kitchen. Could you pour us some? We could talk all about it."

Ringo chuckled and nodded. "Alright then. Wait here."

He headed to the kitchen to fetch the tea. He opened the door to the kitchen, expecting to find a kettle on the stove with hot tea. Instead, he spotted something else. It was a large lemon-yellow shirt with pink and blue polka dots littering the sleeves pinned to the wall. Written at the front of the shirt in big bold letters were the words:

BEST DADDY EVER

Ringo started at it in shock, his mouth dangling half open. For a moment, he forgot how to move his legs. But after a couple more minutes, he composed himself and unpinned then shirt off the wall. Completely forgetting about the tea, he quickly went back into the living room, where you were still sitting cross legged on the sofa, a smile playing at your lips.

"What's this for?" he asked with wide eyes.

You merely offered him a knowing smile.

"Y/N, are you... are you really..."

"I am," you said happily.

A large, bright grin curled upon Ringo's lips. He ran to the sofa and tackled you into a big hug, holding your waist tightly and constantly kissing your cheeks and lips.

"We're having a baby!" he cried. "We're having a kid! We're going to be parents!"

"I don't think I can wait nine months!" you giggled. "I want to meet him soon... or her." You stared into Ringo's sparkling eyes before your own eyes welled with tears. "We're having a child, Ritchie."

Ringo leaned forward and tenderly kissed your forehead, gently wiping your tears away with his thumb.

The two of you laid on the sofa the rest of the night, holding each other tightly. Ringo gazed down at your stomach and gently ran his hand across it. He leaned down and kissed it, making you smile.

"You just wait until your born, little one," he said eagerly. "You're going to be so loved. And you'll have the best and most beautiful mummy in the whole world."

You both fell asleep right on the couch, with Ringo spooning you in his arms whilst gently caressing your stomach, where life was steadily growing.

Requested once again by @marmaladeskies67!