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"I do not want to take care of this creature!" Exclaimed the woman

"It's yours! It's your responsibility as mother of this baby to take care, raise and protect her!" Said the man

"But I never asked to do such thing" Protested the woman

"Well you should've thought about that before, but lets not talk about the past and focus about this baby"

"Fine, but I'm not staying with her, I don't want to be tied up with this, I want a life to enjoy"

"You can enjoy her life"

"My life is the one I want to enjoy, you idiot...Just, leave her in an orphanage or in the middle of a street, someone will want her"

"Now that's cruel, she doesn't have the fault of anything to end up like that"

"I'm not saying it's her fault, I'm just saying that it would be better for all of us if we do that, besides, it's better if she's left in the streets than in a ridiculous orphanage"

"That's true. Fine, we'll do that"

"Oi lads, why don't we go for a little stroll eh?" Asked Paul McCartney

"Sure" Said Pete Best

"Do we have to?" Asked George Harrison

"Yes George, we have to stretch our legs" Said John Lennon grabbing his coat

"Fine, I'll go. But can we buy something to eat on the way?"

"I dunno, I guess we could..." Said Pete thoughtful

"Well are you going to stand there thinking or are you going to come with us?, come on" Said John

While The Beatles were walking around the streets of Hamburg, they heard a strange sound that echoed through the streets

"God that bothers" Said John

"What bothers?" Asked George while eating a sandwich

"That crying, someone should shut that baby"

"But from where does it come from if there are no houses here?" Asked Paul

"I guess it comes from this street" Said George while pointing a deserted street

Intrigued by the crying, they decided to search for the source of the crying, which wasn't hard to find. The baby was in a basket, covered in blankets and baby clothing and a note that said "take care of me"

"Who would do such atrocity?" Asked Pete

"I don't know but it's just terrible" Said George

"Isn't it the cutest thing you've ever seen?" Asked Paul while taking the baby in his arms

"Now now Paul, you don't have take this baby in your arms y'know?"

"Oh come on John don't a killjoy" Said George will playing with the baby's hands

"Yeah, besides, it's not as if we're gonna stay with the baby" Said Paul

"You're right, besides it's so little and playful" Said Pete

"Is it a he or a she?" Asked George

"I don't know...Who's gonna check?"Asked John

"Not me"

"Me neither"

"I asked"

"Why you all looking at me?" Asked Paul

"Well you've got the baby" Said John

"Fine...But if we buy diapers"

So after buying a set of diapers, the four Beatles changed the babys diaper( who still needed a change) and they found out it was a baby girl. Afterwards, the Beatles played for about an hour with the baby and had a marvelous time until Pete said:

"So, we know it's a girl, we played with it and now it's time to go"

"Really Pete..Really?" Asked John

"Well you didn't want to stay with her for a while in the first place"

"Yes but that was before we had fun with her"

"Yeah and we can't leave her here in the cold can we?"Asked George

"Yes, yes we can because she isn't our responsibility, in fact, she's no one's responsibility"

"What a mean person you are Pete Best" Said John in an offended tone, with the baby in his arms

"Fine, do whatever you want but don't get me involved in this"

"Oh yes you are involved in this mister, we're a band and we have to decided what to do" Said Paul

"All in favor to keep this baby say I" Said George

"I"

"I"

"I"

"All in favor to leave this baby here, alone, cold, say I"

"I" Said Pete

"3 versus 1, sorry mate"

"THE BABY IS STAYING YOU IDIOT YOU LOST"

"Fine, fine I lost I accept it"

"Great, now how will we call the baby?"Asked John

"How about...Y/N?"Suggested George

"Y/N Beatle?" Asked Paul

"No, just Y/N" Said George

"I like it" Said Paul

"It is rather nice" Commented Pete

"Welcome to the Beatle family Y/N" Said John

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