When You And Paul Talk About Your Wedding.
"It doesn't matter, dad, as long as you're there." You said to him, hugging him close to you, in a nice, warm embrace.
"You know how the lads can be, it would be dreadful," Paul replied, putting his hands on your shoulders, while a grin was plastered on his face.
"H/N, W/N, (Husband Name-Wife Name. Girl's can wear suits. :3) will be wearing one, though." You told him, still hugging onto him, before Paul pulled you away by your shoulders and stared at you deep in your eyes.
"Force him/her out of one, I don't give a damn."
"Dad, it's my wedding-" You tried saying, before you got cut of by his, 'Lovey Dovey Voice'.
"Awww, But I'm the one walking you down the aisle, at least I should get a say in this, right..?" He asked, stretching out the, 'right'.
"Consider yourself in the very back of the wedding." You said, your hands on your hips, cocking your hip to the side, a cheeky grin, John taught you sass.. maybe Paul.
Sweet Everything, My Peanuts! SLASH!--~
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The Beatles... As Parents! (Discontinued.)
RandomHey, my Yee Yalls! This is my first book, Image thing I'm doing! I noticed there wasn't many parent books for The Beatles, If anyone has done this on here before me I'm really sorry, I just wanted to give it a try, so if you want to DM me about it...
