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Once they got back to the hotel they were staying in, they left Y/N in George's room for a while so they could go and perform...But that didn't happen.

Y/N started crying all of the sudden and they didn't know what to do, so they played a while with her but it didn't work at all. They sung her some made up lullabies so she would fall asleep but it didn't work either.

"Maybe she's hungry" Suggested George

"He's right y'know" Said Paul

"Pete go buy something for the baby" Instructed John

"Why me?, it's not my baby"

"If you go now we will have enough time to give her something and then take out stuff and go to the club to play...Or you don't wanna go play?" Asked Paul

"Of course I want to play"

"So? What are waiting for? Go buy something for the baby!"

"Fine" Said Pete leaving the room

After a few minutes, Pete appeared in the room with some milk and a feeding bottle for the baby

"What's that?" Asked John

"Milk and a feeding bottle for Y/N"

"Cow milk?" Asked George

"Of course it is"

"Well why don't you fill the bottle with the milk so we can give it to her" Said Paul

After Pete filled the bottle with the milk they gave it to Y/N, but once she took a little zip of it she through the bottle away and started crying again

"Now what?"

"I think she doesn't like it" Said Pete

"It's all your fault" Said John pointing at Pete

"My fault? I never wanted to stay with her in the first place but you three wanted to keep her!"

"Yes but..."

" I know what she wants!" Exclaimed Paul all of the sudden

"What?" Asked John, George and Pete

"She wants mother milk"

"Mother milk?" Asked Pete

"Yes! Of course she wants that, but we can't give it to her" Said George

"We're not girls" Said John

"Well we'll have to figure something out but that'll have to be later, the show starts in 20 minutes" Said Paul

"We'll have to take Y/N with us y'know " Said George looking at Y/N

"You're right, Pete you take your drumsticks and my guitar, I'll take Y/N" Said John taking the basket were Y/N was

"Why is it always me? Can't it be George or Paul?"

"No it can't, they want the baby and you don't" Said John

"So you have to do all these things 'cause we have a greater responsibility " Said Paul

"Fine, but this will not be forever "

"Whatever you say Pete, whatever you say" Said John leaving the room with Y/N in his arms

After they got to the club, they looked for a place to leave Y/N without loosing her of sight. They decided to leave her close but not too close to the bartender so she would be safe. The good thing was that Y/N was asleep, so she wasn't going to bother them during their show.

After 1 hour and a half of singing and playing their show came to an end and they could finally go to their hotel and sleep. So once they gathered all their belongings they left the club tired but happy.

"God I could sleep for a week" Said George once they entered the hotel

"Don't you mean eat?" Asked Pete

"That too"

"Well good thing that Y/N is sleeping and won't wake up for a while" Said Paul

"Y/N!!!!!" Exclaimed George

"What happened with Y/N?" Asked Paul

"We left her in the club!" Said John

And so they left their instruments in their bedrooms and ran to the club, hoping she would still be there...And asleep

Once they got to the club they were relieved to find her were they left her, still sleeping peacefully

"God Y/N you scared us to death" Said Paul

"Is that baby yours?" Asked the bartender

"Yes"

"No"

"Well is it or is it not?" Asked the bartender after Pete answered no

"Kind of, we take care of her" Said George

"Is it of some friend of yours?"Asked the bartender

"No, we found her in the street and we decided to take care of her" Said George

"Now that's admirable. Good luck with that " Said the bartender and went to seve some drinks for some people that had just arrived

"Well now we have to take extra care of her, we don't want this to happen again" Said John

"Yeah, and buy more diapers she smells terrible " Said George

"That too, Pete, you know what to do" Said John







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