John-

You and John never talked about having kids, you didn't think he was opposed to it or anything, but you definitely hadn't planned on it.

And you definitely didn't plan on getting pregnant any time soon.

But science waits for no one, and here you were, sitting on the bathroom floor having a panic attack.

You shook. Not knowing what to do or what was going to happen from here.

So many thoughts raced through your head, worried about the new life ahead of you. With numerous possibilities, only a small percentage of them being slightly positive.

You heard the door unlock and cursed to yourself.

"Y/N" he called, "come see gem, I have something for you."

You didn't respond. That damn word. gem. You hoped he thought of your baby that way as well.

"Y/N?" He called as his footsteps came closer.

He heard soft, breathy sobs coming from behind the bathroom door.

He opened the door gently, peeking at your small, trembling body.

He quickly sank to the floor, wrapping you in his arms and rubbing your back.

"Shhh. It's okay." He cooed.

You didn't say anything.

"Wanna talk about it?" He whispered. His eyes looked into yours genuinely.

You choked out another sob. "John.."

He listened intently. His gentle eyes looked at yours with sympathy and patience.

"We're expecting John." The sentence came out quietly, almost as a whisper.

The corners of his mouth curved into a small smile.

"Y/N, hey look at me."

You did as you were told and looked at him fearfully.

He held his hands in yours, "Okay." He reassured.

"What?" You asked.

"Okay. We've got this. It'll be fun. We're having a baby." He laughed out as his eyes slowly watered.

He wrapped you into a hug. "I love you Y/N."

You gently replied. "I love you too."

Paul-

It was a Friday night, you were hanging out with your best friends Cynthia, Patti, and Maureen. The night consisted of silly, feminine conversations about your husbands and all the silly drama.

"How old is Julian now, Cynth?" Patti asked curiously.

"12 months. He recently said his first word!" She exclaimed. You all noticed the pride in her eyes when she spoke of her son.

The conversation went on for about 5 minutes until the topic was on having children.

"Me and George have talked about it, but we agreed that we should wait a few years. Just because we feel his fame right now would cut into everything." She explained. "What about you Y/N? Have you and Paul thought about anything?"

You had a secret that they didn't know, and neither did Paul.

You tried to explain yourself, "Yes. Yes we have. We just haven't talked about when."

"Well when would it be?" Maureen asked.

Your anxiety was settling in but you put on a brave face. "Soon."

"How soon?" Cynthia rushed you for an answer.

"9 months." The phrase slipped out of your mouth quickly.

Patti seemed to be the only one to realize what you were trying to say.

"Wait, Y/N- you're not-"

Your excited nodding cut her off. "Yes! Yes! It's true, I'm pregnant!"

All of them quickly were thrilled. "So what does Paul think?" Cynthia asked excitedly.

You paused. "Girls, that's the thing. I haven't exactly told Paul yet."

"What? Why not?" She asked.

"I just don't know how he'll react, that's all." You explained.

"Oh, what's the worst that could happen? I've known Paul for years it's not like he'll leave you or anything"

And you listened to her words, realizing she was right. "Yeah, I guess your right. What could happen?!"

The next morning Paul and the rest of the guys came home. They all picked up their wives and left.

Before Cynthia left she talked to you about telling Paul. As she walked through the door she whispered, "have fun." And walked out.

You were left in you and Paul's living room.

"What was that about?" He laughed.

"Paul, sit down. We need to talk." You demanded.

He sat down with his usual happy self, no worry or concern at all crossed his face.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sweet optimism.

"Oh Paul." You laughed and shook your head while taking his hand.

"What?" He laughed along.

"You're just- I don't know- you're just so sweet. That's all."

You two laughed about the night before, hearing all the stories from each other and things of that nature. Until it came time to tell him.

"Paul, listen." You said softly.

He did as he was told and looked at you with loving eyes.

"Me and the girls were talking about children last night and I guess I should tell you that I um-"

He cut you off. "Let me guess. You're pregnant."

You looked at him. Shocked.

"How'd you know?!" You asked astounded.

"Wait- wait you are!?" He asked, equally shocked.

You nodded excitedly.

"I was just joking with you, but you are?!"

"Yes Paul! Yes, I'm pregnant!" You laughed out.

He picked you up and spun you around. "Oh jolly! I can't wait Y/N!" He laughed.

He put you down and kissed you on the head. "Goodness, I'm I love with you." He said sweetly.

"Same to you." You giggled.

George-

You woke up to George's shining face. A strip of sunlight crossed over his face and you smiled softly at him, rubbing his face with your thumb.

"Georgie..." you cooed softly.

His deep brown eyes fluttered open and he smiled at you. "Good morning."

"Morning." You replied.

He cuddled you closer. "You're hiding something." He said suddenly.

"What?" You looked up quickly.

"Look, I know you better than anybody. What's going on Y/N?"

"Well, um. Gee I don't how to say this. George, I'm pregnant." You said giddily.

"Oh." He laughed. "So that's your big secret."

"You're not excited?" You asked.

"No, I am. It's just I woke up a mere 2 minutes ago and now you're giving me this news. Don't expect much of a reaction." He giggled.

"But do you have a problem with it?" You asked worriedly.

"No. Sweetheart, I'm glad. I'm just sleepy. Relax."
He said as he pulled you back down.

You fell back asleep but heard him quietly whisper, "I love you. Both of you." And he rested his hand on your abdomen to be in touch with your developing child.

Ringo-

It was about 1:30 am, well 1:37 to be exact. You and Ringo had woken up spontaneously to take a pregnancy test. You'd been a bit off lately, so it was a possibility.

Ringo was enjoying a bowl of ice cream in the kitchen when you squealed with delight at the results on the stick.

"Ringo! Ringo honey! I am! I am!" You yelled as your an down the stairs.

"Woah, woah. Be careful. Don't wanna get hurt!" He laughed as he grabbed your hands.

"But Ringo, look!" You said giddily as you showed him the test.

He smiled a toothy grin at the test. "Y/N, were gonna be parents." He whispered.

You nodded excitedly. "I know! Isn't it great?"

"Yeah. Yeah it is. I'm glad you're the one who I'm doing it with." He said.

"Me too." You agreed as he pulled his arms around you in a warm embrace.