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The greatest Beatle John Lennon was sitting on the floor.
Maybe playing guitar or writing a song, you may think.
But no.
John was sitting on the floor, sucking on his thumb. His big, almond shaped eyes were wide, a slight blush on his cheeks.
His legs were spread wide and between them, a thick, disposable nappy was resting.
Brian Epstein entered the room, walking closer to the boy, picking him up with ease.
"So, little boy, how are you doing? Does your tummy hurt?" he asked gently, bouncing slightly the boy.
John shooked his head, shyly hooking his arms around the man's shoulders, his blush deepening.
Brian carried him outside, where Mimi, John's auntie, was sitting on the sofa reading a book.
"Oh!" she cooed, opening her arms to welcome John in them, "Good morning, Johnny. Have you slept good?" she asked, kissing his forehead.
The only answer she got was a baby sound, followed by John sucking on this thumb happily.
It's been 2 months since they had started this thing. At first, John was enraged that Brian was treating him as a baby and that he had called Mimi to help him taking care of him, finding it extremely embarrassing.
Yet, with time, he had started feeling more and more little and now Brian was his daddy and Mimi is mommy, though he still called her Auntie.
"Honey, Paulie is coming in the afternoon. Are you happy to play with him?" asked Brian with a big smile.
Paul was John's best friend and he too was a little.
He was younger than the auburn haired boy and he loved to play with the older one.
John's eyes widened, "Yes! Paulie is coming!" he shouted excited, before grimacing.
"What's wrong, love?" asked Mimi concerned, looking into the boy's dark eyes.
"Auntie, my tummy hurts!" he said, lips quivering and eyes filling with tears.
"Oh baby, do you need to go to the bathroom?" she asked, getting up with the little boy in her arms, cradling him to her chest.
Brian looked sadly at the retreating form of Mimi, sighing softly.
When John was still in an adult mindset, he had got the flu. Feeling sick, he had fallen into little headspace and so it was up to the older ones to take care of him.
Mimi come out of the bedroom, holding a dirty nappy in her hands. She throw it away and sighed, washing her hands.
"His tummy still hurts?" asked Brian concerned, passing a hand trough his hair.
Mimi nodded, "Yes, he got a nasty cold too. Poor baby, he's overwhelmed already as he is, and now he got sick" she said, putting some milk on the stove.
The man walked towards John's room, slowly entering inside.
John was sucking on his thumb yet again, playing with his toys with a sad expression on his face.
"Daddy!" he whined sadly and Brian picked him up. He walked to the rocking chair and sat down, cradling close the boy.
"Yes, sweetie?" he asked gently, stroking John's sweaty bangs out of his eyes.
The little one fisted his eye, "I had an accident, daddy" he whimpered.
Brian smiled sympathetically, kissing his too warm forehead, "No, sweetie. You were wearing a nappy, so it's not an accident" he reassured, but the boy shooked his head.
"I've made a poopy in the nappy, daddy! I never did it!" he said, face reddening.
In John's big, innocent eyes, Brian could see a spark of the man's big self shine trough.
Brian kissed again his forehead, "Baby was sick and his tummy hurt. It's normal, Johnny. I'm not mad at you, and neither is auntie" he softly said, cradling him close.
"I'm not angry with you, Johnny" said Mimi, entering with the boy's baby bottle. John twisted himself in the man's grip to face his aunt, before happily stretched his arms towards her.
Mimi giggled, picking John up and holding the bottle to his lips, praising him when he started sucking.
She carried him to the sitting room, where George and Ringo were waiting, little Paul snuggled in the latter's arms.
As soon as John's eyes posed on his friend face he dropped the bottle with a happy shriek.
"Johnny!" cheered Paul, and the two hugged, with the love and the clumsiness typical of two small children.
Mimi and Brian giggled, taking their places near the two younger men and started talking, whilst the two babies were playing.
"Oh poor thing!" said Ringo sympathetically, "He must feel terrible!"
"He is feeling horribly. He woke up crying because of a stuffy nose and he couldn't breath, than he was drowsy due to the fever and he had thrown up his breakfast!" said Mimi, eyeing sadly the little boy playing with Paul, the two were building a tower of blocks with the help of Brian and George.
John didn't fall ill easily, but when he did, it was going to be pretty nasty and John would had feel quite horribly and be quite a brat.
"And to make things worse, he had a messy nappy, something he never did before. I have no problems changing him, but he was quite upset about it" said the woman sipping her tea and Ringo nodded.
Paul, for example, had had his fair share of messy nappies, usually when he was sick, and Ringo had obviously changed him, though George gagged every time.
"Papa! Papa!"
Ringo smiled, pulling Paul on his lap, "Yes, sweetie? What's the matter?" he asked, kissing Paul's forehead.
Paul giggled, popping his thumb in his mouth and looking at his papa with his big puppy eyes.
John too had joined them, sitting snugly on Mimi's lap, the woman holding him close to her chest.
Ringo looked down, seeing that his baby's nappy was in need of a change and got up with him in his arms.
"It looks like someone needs a nappy change!" he cooed, carrying the giggling Paul towards John's bedroom, where the changing table was.
"Auntie, I need a change?" asked the older boy, looking at Mimi hoping.
The woman giggled, laying him down on the sofa and untaping one side of the nappy to check inside.
"Yes! Mr. Lennon is indeed in need of a nappy change!" she said, picking him up without bothering to close his nappy all the way and carrying him to his bedroom.
After changing both boys, they carried them back to the kitchen to eat.
"Auntie, my tummy hurts!" cried suddenly John, spitting a bit of food.
Mimi sighed, wiping his mouth and picking him back in her arms, starting walking around with the crying big baby.
"Papa" whispered Paul "why is Johnny crying?" he asked softly.
"Johnny is not feeling good, his tummy hurts" explained Ringo, kissing Paul's forehead as he finished feeding him.
John's face was red with fever and sweat was dribbling down the side of his head even if he was shivering. His cheeks were tearstained and his nose was snotty and reddened.
Mimi kissed him sweetly, still cradling him close to her chest, before picking up a thermometer from the bathroom.
"Okay, baby, I know you're not going to like it, but I have to take your temperature" she said, pushing down to his ankles his trousers and untaping his nappy.
Carefully, she pushed in the thermometer, earning a high pitched cry from the boy.
"Shhh, Johnny, everything is alright" she reassured, reading the numbers on the little thing.
"So?" asked Ringo, bouncing on his hip little Paul, who was about to fall asleep.
"His fever isn't that high, but it's still there" sighed the woman, redressing the boy and laying him down on the sofa with a blanket on top of him and a stuffed bear under his arm.
At that point, since Paul had also fallen asleep, George and Ringo went away, leaving Mimi and Brian alone.
The woman laid down behind John, putting him on top of her, gently cradling and heating him.
Brian smiled, seeing that they had both fallen asleep and gently kissed their foreheads.
They were his family.