John Imagine:

You stared down at the positive sign glowing on your pregnancy test with wide eyes. You slumped back against the wall on your bathroom as a small, quivering smile slowly reached your lips. This whole week, you had been feeling sick to your stomach and your period was late. Your husband, John, had been under the impression that you had the flu. But you had your suspicions, and now you confirmed them. There was life growing in you.

For a split second, you were excited. But that excitement slowly faded into panic.

What would John say?

You had been yearning to become a mother since you became an adult. You loved children and wanted some of your own. You were ecstatic that you could finally have your wishes come true.

But what about John? Yes, you had both spoken of having kids someday, but not now. John was far too busy now with The Beatles growing immensely popular. He simply didn't have time for children. Would he truly be happy about this? You were unsure. How were you supposed to tell him?

You heard the front door open downstairs and a voice call, "Hey babe! I'm home!"

Sighing, you left the bathroom and fled down the stairs to greet John at the door.

"Hi love," you smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "How was your day?"

"Bleedin' exhausting," John grinned tiredly. "But funny. I accidentally sang, 'It's been a hard night's day,' instead of, 'It's been a hard day's night.'"

You giggled. "Well, you really have had a hard day's night as it seems. Come on, Johnny, I'll make us a cuppa. You just go relax in the living room."

"Y/N, you are a literal angel!" he exclaimed, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

You laughed and shooed him away. "Go on, then. I'll be there in a minute."

John smiled like a child and left to the living room whilst you headed towards the kitchen.

You absentmindedly stared at the kettle on the stove, waiting for the water to boil. You couldn't wrap your head around it. You were pregnant. You were carrying a tiny, living, breathing human. You lightly grazed your fingers across your stomach and closed your eyes, sighing softly.

"I hope you're safe and warm in there, little one," you murmured. "I intend to keep you as comfortable as possible. I want you to come out healthy and happy."

You glanced down at yourself, circling your finger around your belly. "I haven't told your daddy yet. To tell you the truth, sweetheart, I'm a little worried about what he'll say. I know that he said he wanted children someday, but I also know that we needed to wait a bit."

You frowned slightly and leaned your hip against the counter. "How do you suppose I tell him? I can't just drop the bomb on him. I should lay it down on him gently, right? I think I need something better than, 'Hey, John, I forgot to tell you that I'm pregnant.' He deserves better than that-"

"You're what?"

You gasped and jumped in shock, nearly knocking the simmering kettle over as you spun around, your eyes meeting with John's. He stood by the entrance, staring at you in disbelief with his mouth slightly agape.

"John!" you sputtered. "I-I didn't... I didn't realize you were there..."

"You're pregnant?" John asked in a small voice.

You opened your mouth to answer but found that you suddenly lost the ability to speak. Releasing a trembling breath, you closed your eyes and silently nodded, ready for the worst.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you tightly. Your eyes shot open, puzzled, until you realized that John was hugging you.

"John?" you said.

"Blimey, Y/N, we're having a kid!" John said excitedly, lifting you up off your feet and spinning you in a circle.

You squealed in surprise. "John!" you exclaimed.

"I'm gonna be a dad!" he laughed, pulling away a little to look at you. "We're gonna be parents, Y/N! We're gonna be a family!"

You gazed into his eyes, a large smile slowly curling upon your lips. He really was happy...

"You're okay with this?" you asked. "You're really fine? It's not too soon?"

John grinned. "Of course I'm okay with this. Maybe it is a little sooner than we planned, but who cares? We've talked about having babies someday, right? Not everything has to go as planned." He twirled your hair around his finger. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier about this. You know that, don't you?"

You giggled and jumped on him, enveloping your arms around his neck. "Of course I do," you said brightly. "Oh my god, we're having a baby."

"We're having a baby."

You squealed again and stared at him. "Christ, we're having a baby!" you yelled happily.

John kissed you passionately, holding your waist steady to keep you up.

"Hell yeah we are! And that baby's gonna be the luckiest kid in the world to have a mum like you."

Requested by @BeatlesRat55!