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John went to wake Paul up around 9 in the morning.
He opened the bedroom's door and stepped inside, heart swelling with fondness at his baby's sight.
Paul was curled up like a kitty, thumb in his mouth and favorite teddy bear snuggled into his arms.
John gently sat down on the bed next to Paul and gently begun to shake him.
"Baby, wake up love!" he whispered softly, and Paul's big eyes opened slowly.
"Daddy!" he cheered happily, stretching his arms up, "Cuddles, daddy!"
John's smile widened as he laid down next to his baby and gently held him in his arms.
They passed time sweetly cuddling each other, John whispering sweet things into the baby's ear and gently rocking him back and forth.
"Daddy, I wove you!"
"I love you too, my beautiful boy"
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The two went down to eat breakfast, and Ringo and George told them they were going out.
John had promised to Paul some quality time between daddy and son, so he declined, earning happy giggles from the little one.
"Aaaaamh, so yummy!" said John, spoonfeeding Paul. After every spoonful, the bassist was clapping his hands happily.
John giggled, dabbing the sides of his mouth with a napkin.
"You're so messy, Paulie. So messy, baby" and Paul giggled again, spitting something, meaning that he was full.
After having cleaned his mouth he ran into the sitting room to play, dragging John by the hand.
"Wook daddy! I'm a lion! Roar, rawr!" shouted the boy, trying to sound dangerous, but looking cute in John's eyes.
"Oh, baby! I'm so scared! Oh, don't hurt me!" laughed John, raising his arms as self defence.
Paul laughed, hitting him with the toy, until John, who was laying down on his back, laid him on top, starting tickling his belly and tummy.
"Ahahahah, daddy, stop it daddy!" he shouted, trying to wiggle free from his daddy's grasp.
"Okay, baby. But you know what I want for your freedom?" laughed John, eyes glistening with love and happiness.
Paul nodded quickly, kissing his cheek.
"Thank you, baby. And a hug?"
He nodded, gently hugging him.
"Thank you, honey! Let's go change your pissy nappy" he said, getting up with Paul in his arms.
He gently laid him down on the changing mat, untaping the sticky sides. He gathered the wipes and baby powder, cleaning his genitals and butt.
Whilst he was grabbing the new nappy, Paul started crawling around the bed butt naked and John started laughing.
"Paulie! Come here! It's better if we put the nappy on before you pee on the bed" said the man, grabbing Paul by the ankle and dragging him at the side of the bed.
"Daddy, I don't have to pee!" pouted adorably the boy, arms crossed on his chest and John scoffed. "You always say that you don't need to pee" smiled the man, taping the clean nappy on his baby's narrow waist snuggly.
Paul laughed, grabbing John's shirt and snuggling his head on his daddy's chest and John gently picked him up. "Let's have lunch" he softly said, mouth pressed on the top of his head in a sweet kiss.
The lunch had been quick, because Paul was more interested in play with his toys rather than eating what John was feeding him.
"C'mon, Paulie, open up!" pleaded John, tired.
He knew that Paul was acting up because he was probably tired and in need of a nap.
He also knew that it was going to be difficult to put him down for a nap.
"Okay, Paulie, it's nap time. Say bye bye to your toys because it's time to go to bed" he said, picking him up from his highchair.
Paul whined, "I'm not tired daddy! I don't want to sleep!"
John sighed, "I know that you're tired. Daddy's going to sleep with you, okay?" he said, kissing the side of the boy's head.
Paul sighed, dropping his toys down and let his daddy to carry him towards the bedroom.
John gently undressed him down to his nappy, taking off his own trousers, before crawling in bed.
"Now, hush little baby, and sleep, okay? Daddy's here" he whispered, smiling in the dark room when Paul posed is head on daddy's shoulder.
In a matter of minutes, they had fallen asleep.
"Daddy, wake up!"
A finger poked John's cheek. The man opened his eyes, "Hello, love" he said, kissing Paul's cheek.
The boy giggled, and let John took off his nappy, the man admiring Paul's ribs, that were on display whenever he would stretch.
John yawned again, picking him up and carrying him to the bathroom.
"You're a smelly baby, Paulie. Time for the bath!" said John, sitting him down on the closet toilet.
He than filled the tub and lowered him down in the water, putting also his bathing toys in it.
"Daddy, the little boat! Wook!" shrieked Paul, holding a boat up for John to look.
John smiled, washing his hair with his favorite strawberry flavoured shampoo.
After washing him down with water, he was promptly picked up again and carried to the bedroom, in only a T-shirt and a nappy.
John smiled, letting him down and prepared dinner.
"Yummy!" he said, letting John feed him the mashed potatoes, chewing down everything quickly.
"Okay, baby, let's see a cutie, nice film and cuddle?" he asked, laying with him on top.
Paul giggled and agreed, putting his sippy cup in his mouth and drinking his favorite juice.
They watched Spongebob and Clubhouse Miky Mouse, until Paul had fallen asleep, head lolling off John's shoulders.
"Goodnight, lovey dovey. Sleep tight" said John, kissing his forehead and carrying him upstairs.
He gently put him on his bed, tucking the covers around him.
John just watched Paul.
Paul, who was his best friend. Paul, who was the best bassist of the world.
Paul, who trusted John so deeply he had let him babied him.
The Beatles were a family.