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(This fic was co-written by my school friend Rachel, who was always up to write some shitty fic, no matter the fandom)
"PAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!"
"OHHH BABBBBYYYYY YEAHHHHH!!!!"
Those were the sounds coming from Mary Tallulah McCartney's Mummy and Daddy's bedroom. Little Mary was four years old. It was a cool spring morning in 1967, and Mary's parents had been spending an awful lot of time together. They held hands a lot more and they were doing that kissing thing a lot more than usual.
It was early in the morning and Mary wandered into the sitting room to find her dog, Martha, laying on the floor, chewing on a dog toy. Mary smiled and sat down next to her. She ruffled the dog's lush fur as Martha licked Mary's foot.
"Martha, puppy. You're so silly." Mary giggled. Martha continued to lick the girl's foot, Mary didn't stop the dog.
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Meanwhile, upstairs.....
"Oh, my God. That was just perfect." Tay smiled at her husband, Paul. He grinned at her and kissed her.
"Very perfect, to be exact." Paul whispered, pushing her hair out of her face.
"I hope Mary's still asleep." She worried. Paul touched her face.
"Don't worry. She sleeps like a bear, you know that." Paul replied, pulling Tay closer to him. She giggled, and kissed her husband, which made him return to what he was doing with his wife....
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Back downstairs, Mary played with Martha on the floor. She sang songs to Martha.
"I'm gonna sing one of Daddy's songs to you."
Mary cleared her throat dramatically and sang, "It's gettin' butter all the TIIIIIIME!! I used ta get mad at my schoo-ool. Teachers were.. uh cool. Yer holding up... Filling my cup-- wait that's not right. I should ask Daddy to teach me it better."
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John Lennon was making his way to the McCartney house that same morning for a writing session with Paul. He made his way there in his Rolls- Royce, getting surrounded by the girls hanging around outside. John got out to buzz into the intercom.
