"Are you fuckin kidding me?" I put my hands on my hips, looking down at Andrew as he stirred his coffee.

"Does it look like I'm kidding? Lucy I understand you and John had a little throwdown. But this right here is your job. You failed to get it done."

"Isn't this enough for the article?? I mean fuck write a short piece. Nothing interesting going on down there anyways!"

"Lucy I didn't ask for this but it needs to be done." He sighed. "Just let Linda do it herself..."

"Linda will mess this up. No offense." I turned to her as she sat across from Andrew. "People are only going to read this if we can get a good and honest interview. People like anger and true colours. Putting makeup on words and making up lies isn't something I want to be a part of. I don't want to do this but if I have to, I rather have it done right. I'll go alone."

"Luce..."

"Andrew."

He rolled his eyes and tossed his pen down. "Fine. Go ahead. I have faith in you but if you fuck this up, my head is on the chopping block. I'll have no mercy in throwing you under the bus."

"Love you too Stephens." I smirked, walking out the door. I sighed exhaustedly down the hall to my office where I was pounced on.

"Mommy!"

I laughed and held him, sitting at my desk. "Hi baby. How was school?"

"Fun! I missed you." He pouted. I kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair.

"I missed you too baby. But mommy is very busy and I need to go somewhere."

"I'm hungwy."

I giggled and set him down. "Go visit Andrew okay? He's got plenty of food in his office. Mommy will be back later and if I hear you've been a good boy, we can watch a film okay?"

"Okay!"

I watched him run out of the room happily, making my sigh.
...

I whistled making my way to my car, drawing my sunglasses over my eyes. The smell of cigarettes and bubblegum hung in the air as I drove back down to the studio. Going back and having to tell them I still needed the interview was a bit nerve wracking. Luckily the offices called, letting them know I would be returning. That lessend the sting a little.

There were still fans and media outside, waiting for a glimpse of the famous Lennon.

"Fuck I need a cigarette." I muttered, walking down the hall and sifting through my purse, groaning to remember I forgot my pack in the office. "Shit."

"Aw what's wrong? Forget your little list of insults?"

I looked up to see John sipping from a paper cup of coffee. I gave him a sarcastic smile and reached into his pocket, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and stealing one for myself.

"How did you....?"

"I've known you for over ten years John. I know you always carry a pack in your back pocket. Give me a light."

He did as told and looked down at me. I took a long drag and sighed.

"We both know why I'm here. Before you or the wife start getting snarky with me, just know I'm here as a journalist. As much as you hate me I don't want any trouble."

"I don't hate you Lucy. I just don't like what you've become."

"And what's that?"

"One of...them."

I laughed. "I've always been one of them as you put it. You've just been so preoccupied with your career and the band to stop and see who I really am. That's all. I was never the one interviewing you remember?"

He shrugged and walked me back to the recording room from before. "I suppose. It's just scary."

"What is?"

"How mean you are with that clipboard and recorder."

I smiled when he wasn't looking but returned to my serious self when he pulled up a chair for me.

"Thanks. Look um, I threw out the tape from before. New interview. New questions, new answers. But that doesn't mean I wont push it if I have to."

"This is just buisness is that it?"

"Yes. So um if we have to wait for your wife..."

"She wont be 'ere. I asked her to go home while I finish up."

I nodded and tossed the cap off my pen, writing the date and reaching down to turn on the recorder.

"Let's begin."
...

The interview was long but civil. There were a few hard questions and tough answers I didn't agree with but I kept things professional. We talked about the album, his life in New York. Marriage to Yoko. The people, his activism, the peace and attacks at Paul. I turned the recorder off and looked at him.

"Thank you Lennon. Whelp, my time is done here." I stood up and put my things away. He stood beside me and spoke quietly.

"Lucy?"

"Yeah?" I set my papers in their folder and slid it in my bag.

"It's good to see you again. You look beautiful. Blonde hair, curious eyes....hurt.."

I looked down and stopped everything. "I don't want to do this John. I can't. Not for the millionth time. I have a little boy waiting for me so if you'll excuse me.."

Before I could storm out of the room he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. I looked around to make sure nobody was looking until he stroked the side of my face. My eyes trying to avoid his but it was impossible. His touch always made my heart skip a beat.

"Don't do this." I whispered.

"Too late."

My eyes shut as he kissed me. Cupping my face in his hand, holding me tight and encouraging my lips to caress his. We were both breathing heavily and moving our hands in each others hair. My lips parting and sliding my tongue around his. I moaned softly and tugged on his hair. The sound of a door opening and closing from the other room made us quickly pull away.

We laughed to ourselves and calmed down. My heart racing at the thought of what just happened. His lips were swollen from our makeout session. My hair a bit disheveled. We fixed ourselves.

"I have to go John."

He nodded and handed me my bag. I took it and walked to the door.

"Tomorrow, eight thirty in the evening." Was all he said. I just nodded and left the room.
..

After giving Andrew the interview and calling it a day at the office, I took James to a small theatre where they ran cartoons and decided to have some rest. The Cat in the Hat my little ones choice of viewing. We sat in the middle of the long rows of seats. I ended up snoozing, waking up to James giggling and sitting in my lap. I opened my eyes and smiled to see my baby laying back in my arms, wanting me to hug him.

"Come here." I kissed his cheek over and over again, making him laugh and point to the screen where the cat was singing. I smiled and bounced him up and down on my knee to the rythmn of the song.

It was these moments I cherished. My baby loving life. Wanting my attention and reminding me of what matters to me the most. My son.

People always think that cause you have a child with someone who you aren't with anymore, you'll forever be linked or that person will always be in your life forever. That's necessarily not true. Yes you can find a way to be with the guy again or you can cut all contact. Some women use a child to get a man to stay with them. Doesn't make him love you any more or change his mind. Love is between two people. It's about finding a way back to each other without the aid of a child. Without having to feel tied down.

John and my contact earlier made me realize that no matter what, children have never brought us together. It was always timing or work. We argued, we were never quite happy but when he looked at me, read through me, kissed me....it made me see how much he still cared. That despite his new life, I was still a part of him deep down. When I showed up again it all came out. There was always anger and bitterness at first. But once the ice was cracked, we melted.

I may sound bigheaded but there was no denying that we both still loved each other. And to be honest, It was scary as hell.

"Mommy can we get ice cweam now??"

I snapped out of my thoughts to see James giving me puppy dog eyes, looking cute as hell. I kissed the tip of his nose.

"Of course. Come on."

We got out of our seats and held hands, making our way outside.
...

Two hours later

James was brushing his teeth while I wrapped the towel around my body, stepping out of the shower. I laughed to see he was still naked from his bath.

"Baby I told you to put your pjs on."

"I can't find em mommy."

I grabbed another towel and dried my hair and held his hand, making our way to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and watched me grab his pajamas and put his bottoms on. I dried my body and put on a loose shirt and some underwear, pulling back the blankets.

"Ready for bed?" I asked. He nodded and cuddled with his teddy bear. I kissed his cheek and laid beside him, holding him close to me.

"Mommy?"

"Yes James?"

"Do I have a daddy?"

I stayed silent and played with his hair. "You do."

"Where is he?"

"He's doing good things for people. Changing the world."

"Like a superherow?"

I giggled and kissed the top of his head. "Yeah. Like a superhero." I shut my eyes and quickly began falling asleep until his voice woke me up.

"Does daddy fight bad people?"

"In a way."

"Does daddy ever get hurt? I don't anyone to hurt daddy."

I squeezed him. "Nobody will ever hurt daddy okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise." I whispered, finally resting for the day.
..........