It was a cold December morning, the chill of winter settling over New York City like a shroud. Julian Lennon stood by the window of Yoko and John's old apartment, gazing out at the grey skies. He had stayed here before, whenever Sean and Yoko were away.
"What's so great about Korea, anyway?" Julian muttered to himself, his breath fogging the glass. "Not like I'd have fun there, stuck with Sean and his antics."
As he turned from the window, his eyes fell upon Sean, sprawled across the couch, fast asleep. A photo clutched in his hand caught Julian's attention – John holding Sean as a baby.
Julian's lips curled into a wistful smile. "Now you're the one doing the cuddling," he thought, chuckling softly.
Memories flooded his mind: John's laughter, Yoko's warmth, and Sean's boundless energy. This apartment held countless stories, echoes of a family's love and creativity.
Julian wandered over to the couch, gently prying the photo from Sean's grasp. He examined it, nostalgia washing over him.
"Miss you, Dad," Julian whispered, tracing John's smile.
Sean stirred, rubbing his eyes. "Hey, Jules... what time is it?"
"Late morning," Julian replied, handing the photo back. "You were sleeping like a baby."
Sean grinned, clutching the photo tightly. "Just dreaming of Dad."
The two brothers shared a quiet moment, lost in memories of their father.
"You know, Sean," Julian said, breaking the silence, "I think I'll join you in Korea for Christmas. Make some new memories."
Sean's face lit up. "Really? That would be amazing!"
As Julian smiled, the cold December morning seemed a little brighter.
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The Sons of Lennon ( a What if... story)
Randomthis is goes on if Julian and Sean was on their own Yoko and cyan are alive in this The Regular story is still there. this is time lapse if they lived together in Yoko and John's NYC Apartment hope you enjoy
