-What's that smell?

-I tried to make pancakes, but I've already burnt a few...

-Haha... Let me help you with that, Georgie.

-But I wanted to make them meself!

-Why?

-I wanted to do something for you. You're in the studio all the time and you don't even have time for a proper breakfast...

-Oh, baby. I'm sorry. Thank you for doing it for me.

-I love you, Bob.

-I love you, too. I don't know, what I'd do without you.

-Probably live under a bridge...

-Hey!

-Just kiddin'!

-Yeah, that's it. Now pour it delicately...

-Like that?

-Very good. Now spread it.

-Ow!

-What?!

-I touched the pan!

-Let me see.

-Ow!

-Sorry! You gotta put it under the cold water.

-Ah! It still hurts!

-I know, babe. I know. I'll bring you a bandage.

-Mmm... It's good.

-Only good?

-Haha! The best pancakes I've ever eaten!

-Now, that's better. How's your finger, Georgie?

-It hurts...

-Let me kiss it.

-Hm.

-Better?

-Definitely!

-Come here.

-Bobby?

-Shh... Go to sleep, baby.

-But Bobby...

-Yes?

-Thank you.

-For what?

-Pancakes and takin' care of me finger.

-No problem, dear.

-Bobby?

-Georgie?

-Can you hold me tighter?

-I don't want to hurt you...

-You'll never hurt me. I know it.

-I love you, baby boy.

-Hey! I'm not this much younger!

-Haha...

Bobby?

-Hm?

-Can you promise me something?

-Sure. What is it?

-Can you promise me, that you'll stay with me, no matter what?

-I promise. I love you and I'll never leave you.

-I love you, too.

-Good. Now, go to sleep.

-Goodnight, me Moon.

-Goodnight, my Sun.

A/N: I'm sorry for the wait. I've got so many things to do at school, that I barely get any sleep...

I've just found out that SIR GEORGE MARTIN died. I wanted to ask all of you to at least think of him today, to celebrate his life and everything he did, to bring us the best music in the world.

Do they all intend to die this year?! ;_; ;_; ;_;