John: "do you want babies, y/n?"

The question was sudden and random and to say it suprised you was an understatement. You turned around from the stove and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why? Do you want babies?"

He was looking down and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes. But if you don't that's okay I guess... We'll just forget I ever asked."

"No john, I do," you erupted into giggles and hung onto his forearms, "it was just a sudden question and I wasn't expecting you to ever wants kids and I'm happy that you do but we're so unprepared like we're not even married yet and we can't raise kids in this little apartment a-"

"Well maybe we should fix all that," John cut off your rambling with a chuckle and reached into his pocket.

Paul: You were house sitting for your brother, which also meant watching over his kids. They were all still toddler age and they were a handful to take care of. Paul came over when he was done at the studio and was able to give you the help you needed. You soon began to wonder if they liked Paul more than they liked you!

At 11 pm, all the kids were finally asleep, and Paul held you on his lap as he sat on a couch. He brushed your hair behind your ear and as your eyes fluttered up to him, he asked, "what do ye think it would be like to have our own kids?"

"They'd worship you," you quipped, smirking softly.

Paul mulled over your joke for a second before smirking himself. "I could get used to that."

George: during a trip to India, you and George saw some little kids playing with a cow in the street. They were having fun climbing all over the huge creature, but a parent soon caught them and started reprimanding them. You giggled as George leaned into your shoulder, his hair falling into your cheek, and whispered, "when we have kids, we're gonna let them play with the cows." You smiled and squeezed his hand in agreement.

"But we'll only have a few, right?"

"Few cows? Yeah, but we'll have lots of kids." He grinned as he teased you, placing silly kisses into your neck as you threw your head back and groaned.

Ringo: "I can't believe I'm dealing with all this just to have some ungrateful man's baby one day." You huffed and took care of your period business and Ringo was on the other side of the closed door.

You could barely hear his voice as you washed your hands. "Well I'm not ungrateful. I appreciate everything ye do, i-"

You opened the door, towel in hand, and looked up at him. "Ritchie, I didn't know you were there. I... I wasn't talking about you."

"What? Is there someone else?"

"No!" You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him tight. "I love you and... But I was just being hypothetical and I didn't know you wanted t-"

"Of course I do," he cooed, "I plan on staying with ye forever, fatherin' yer kids and even hauntin' ye when I die." He chuckled and held you around your hips.

"Well sir, there is no one I'd rather be haunted by.

Oof those were kinda rough don't kill me