You looked at George. Knowing how hard this was going to be for you to tell him and knowing it would break him crushed you. "Y/n? Are you okay, love?" George asked, taking your hand in his. "Hmm? Yeah, it's just a difficult thing to say, Geo." You take a shaky breath and looked into his brown eyes that were now filled with worry. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me." George gave you a small, comforting smile before you continued. "Well, Geo, there is a chance we will never be parents. I won't blame you if you leave me." You stuck your head in your hands. "Oh, love, I wouldn't leave you. There's always adoption." George pulled you in and squeezed tight. "I just know you've always wanted a family, and now I can't give that to you. The one thing you have always wanted, I can't give you." You said through your sobs. George squeezed you tighter and wiped your tears away. "My love, we will have a family. Don't worry about it. Now, how about we go on a picnic. It'll help take you mind off things, I hope. I'll even bring my guitar." He said with a smile and a wink. You calmed down and nodded. George kissed your forehead and went to pack the picnic basket.
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The Beatles Imagines/preferences
फैनफिक्शनThese are just some random ones that came to me either out of the blue or by dreams, but there is nothing fancy about these. There won't be any specific time on these unless it's absolutely necessary, but nothing else. Pictures will represent the er...
