Lana's POV

Myself, John, Paul and Ringo all stood in the kitchen of Paul's home, his father was out so it was just us four. Paul had the idea to bake a cake for Rachel and George so that's what we did. Or hoping to do at least.

I got everything we needed and put the boys to work, I helped them with things every now and again but for the most part they did pretty good.

"So what's it like having a baby?" Paul asked

"Work" I chuckled

"Like, how hard?" Ringo asked

"Depends on how good of a parent you are" I shrugged

"Lana knows everything, she'll be a wonderful mummy" John said with a smiled as I kissed him on the cheek

"So what are we supposed to do if they ask us to look after their baby?" Paul asked

"Do what they tell you" I said eating a chocolate chip

"They won't ask us" Ringo chuckled

"Hey, you never know" Paul flung his hand up which flew icing toward John, he ducked and it hit me on the cheek

"Really Paul?" I asked with my arms crossed

"Sorry love, I thought I would've hit John instead" Paul giggled, John came over to me and lifted me to my tipy toes then kissed the chocolate icing off my face

"Not bad McCartney" John approved

"Question Lana, aren't you under aged like you can't live on your own and such" Ringo asked

"Ringo love I've broken many age rules, y'know I would have been eighteen sooner if I was conceived a year before like in '45 but here I am a little May baby born in '46" I shrugged with a smile

"I can't wait for you to be eighteen" John chuckled

"I just want to be up there with John, instead I'm 6 years younger" I frowned

"We're illigal she always says" John smiled

"We are" I twitched my nose at John and he laughed

"I've known people who are ten years apart and in love, I knew this kid that went to my school he fell in love with a twenty nine year old girl when he was sixteen, that's thirteen years" Ringo explained

"That makes me feel better" I smiled, John grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug

"You're too tall" I sooked

"You're just a baby" John kissed my head and picked me up in his arms

"Tiny" Paul chuckled

"Tiny indeed, Ringo love can you put the cake in the oven?" I asked kicking my leg toward the oven

"Coming right up!" Ringo exclaimed.

Written by Hannah