John Lennon one shots

The Storm

It was 3am on a Wednesday morning when an horrendous thunder storm started.
"John" I whisper to my husband of 6 years.
"Yeah" his cute raspy Liverpudlian accent rings out.
"Cuddle me?" I asked as I flinched at the sound of the thunder outside.
"Of course baby, come 'ere" he smiles pulling me into him. "Thanks baby" I smile as I snuggle into him before we both fall back to sleep.

((Short imagine sorry. Feel free to request one))