Classic rock one shots and imagines [requests closed]

Paul McCartney #1

"C'mon, love." Paul laughed. He held his arms out and leaned forward a bit. "C'mon!" 

A six-year-old girl came running towards us with a large grin on her face. The little girl ran and jumped on my lap and wrapped her thin arms around my neck. 

"Oh, well that's just not fair." Paul smirked, holding his head down in false rejection. Lydia giggled at him. 

 I brushed her blonde hair away from my mouth and exclaimed, "I love you so much!" 

She pulled away from me with a jubilant grin stretched across her face. I couldn't help but give her another tight hug. I never thought I would have children- especially not with Paul McCartney. We didn't even plan on it happening.

"Now tell daddy happy birthday." I told her, giving her kiss on the cheek. 

Lydia hopped out of my lap directly onto Paul's and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was taken off guard by this and was startled, but immediately composed himself. 

"Happy birfday, daddy!" She said in her little voice. 

"Thank you, baby!" He smiled, rubbing her back. "Hey, give daddy a kiss."

Lydia pulled away from his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss. My two loves continued sitting on the floor as I stood. 

"I'm surprised George hasn't called us, Paulie." I said, walking over to stand in front of the rabbit-ear television. 

"He'll come 'round, love. He always does."

"All I'm saying is that it's almost as if he's trying to sleep in. He never calls later than twelve o'clock."

"Maybe he has plans."

"Or maybe he forgot." I smirked. 

Paul tried to look unamused, but couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped his lips. 

"Mummy," Lydia said, sliding off of Paul's lap and running towards me. 

"Yes, love?" I breathed, picking her up. 

"Uncle Georgie said tha' he'd come ovar for daddy's birfday."

"Is that right, now?" I asked, looking at Paul with a surprised look. 

"He told me so." She nodded. 

"That's a nice way to say happy birthday, seeing he's been on tour for a while." Paul said, standing up and walking to my side. 

I put my daughter down and she ran to a doll on the floor, making her dance as she sang a lullaby Paul had written her. 

"Paul, every time I look at her, I see me mum." I muttered, leaning my head on his arm. 

"She'd love Lydia." Paul replied, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. 

"She's got your lips and face shape, my eyes, and me mum's hair." I smiled. 

"At least she knows one of her grandparents." 

I turned to him. "Of course she's lucky to have that! I don't even have a picture of my mum, think about how I feel."

"And yet, here you are, still living with me."

"I know..." I sighed. "Sometimes I wish James would come back just once. I'd tell her everything, might even take her back to meet you two."

"But you can't."

I didn't respond. I pressed my lips together and pushed my head to his chest.