Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

The morning light timidly filtered through the bedroom window, spreading golden streaks over the rumpled sheets.
Liam woke up before his usual time, feeling the weight of his body still nestled in the bed, and for a moment, he hesitated to move. Next to him, Noel slept deeply, his chest rising and falling in a serene rhythm. His hair, slightly tousled from the night, fell over his forehead, and Liam couldn’t resist: he leaned in gently to move a strand aside and let his fingers touch the warm skin of Noel’s face.

Liam’s heart quickened. It was impossible not to get lost in those small imperfections he loved so much—the details time hadn’t erased, now seeming more precious than ever. They had spent years without speaking, a distance that felt insurmountable in memory, but somehow, mysteriously, it had disappeared when Noel finally agreed to meet again.

Liam sighed, resting his head back on the pillow. The night had been calm, yet filled with meaning. Between quiet laughter, conversations that seemed to revive old memories, and glances that lingered too long to be just sibling affection, they had reconnected. But there was something more—something Liam couldn’t ignore.

The desire to have a child. A child of their own.

Even at their advanced ages, even knowing they both already had children from previous relationships, Liam felt he needed this tangible proof that their love wasn’t fleeting. It wasn’t just about nostalgia or mending old wounds; it was about creating something that belonged only to them, a concrete mark that they had survived time and silence.

Liam thought of the lost years, the arguments, the moments when pride had outweighed reason. But now, here, every second felt like a silent gift, an invitation to start anew.

He looked at Noel, who stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, and felt a wave of tenderness sweep through his chest. Liam wanted to protect this man, to hold him, to whisper words that might never be enough to express all he felt.

Suddenly, Noel awoke, his eyes half-closed, confused by the morning light. He sighed, stretching, and Liam couldn’t help but smile.
“Good morning…” Noel said, his voice still husky with sleep. A slow smile formed on his lips. “You’ve been staring at me for a while, haven’t you?”

Liam shrugged, but the smile in his eyes revealed everything.
“Maybe. But I can’t help it,” he said, moving closer to Noel. “You look… at peace.”

Noel let out a small huff, trying to hide it, but Liam noticed the tension behind his expression.
“You know…” Liam began, hesitating as he sat facing Noel. “I don’t just want us to go back to how things were. I want… I want something of our own. Something that’s just mine and yours.”

Noel furrowed his brow slightly, still squinting. Liam noticed the immediate resistance but continued:
“A child. I want to have a child with you. Just ours.”

Silence filled the room. Noel turned his face toward the window, his lips pressed into a thin line. Liam felt the weight of fear, the risk of losing everything again, of hearing the rejection he dreaded so much.

“Liam…” Noel began, his voice firm but laden with concern. “We already have children. We’re past the age for… for things like this. Why now?”

“I know it seems crazy. But it’s not just a dream. It’s… something I deeply want. Something that makes me feel we really have a future together.”

He imagined Noel holding a baby, with that look that only showed vulnerability when he was alone with him. He imagined laughing at little tantrums, rocking the child through difficult nights, singing softly to make them sleep. Each scene was so vivid that Liam felt a lump in his throat.

“Look, Liam, I’m already 57, you’ll be 52, and we’re going on tour in a few months! Besides the fact that we’re brothers… I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“We’ll never know if it could work unless we try, Noel! Please, just think about this possibility!”

Noel was silent for a few minutes and then sighed.
“Alright! I’ll think about this possibility.”

“Thank you,” Liam said, leaning in to kiss Noel gently. The kiss wasn’t hurried or desperate—it was full of hope.

Chapter Text

August 24, 2025 📍 Toronto, Canada

The tour had already been going on for weeks, and each city left Liam more exhausted, though he always remained determined to give his best at every show. The grueling routine no longer felt surprising, but something about that morning was different. He woke up with sudden dizziness, his head spinning lightly, his body protesting from the strain of the past days.

Later that day, after an especially intense concert, Liam sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a strange pang in his stomach. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore it, but the sensation only grew stronger. His body seemed to be screaming for attention, and the exhaustion didn’t help.

He looked to the side and saw Debbie leaning against the doorframe, holding a leather bag that looked heavier than it really was. Her eyes met his, and he smiled, trying to hide the worry already surfacing on his face.

“Debbie… could you… do me a favor?” Liam began, hesitant. His voice sounded strangely fragile, which immediately made Debbie frown.

“Of course, Liam. What is it? You look pale.”

He swallowed hard. “I… I need you to buy a… a pregnancy test. Please. I don’t want anyone else knowing yet.”

Debbie blinked in surprise but didn’t question him. Something in his expression—in that pleading, vulnerable look—made her realize she didn’t need further explanations. “Alright. I’ll buy one. Right now?”

Liam nodded, and she quickly left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts, which beat inside his chest like a frantic rhythm. He leaned back on the bed, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement.

A considerable time later, Debbie returned, the pregnancy test hidden inside her bag. She slipped quietly into the room, closed the door, and sat down beside Liam. The room was silent, except for the sound of their breathing and the faint murmur of the city outside.

“Here. Shall we find out if everything’s okay?” Debbie asked, with an almost maternal care. Liam nodded. His fingers trembled slightly as he took the test, his heart pounding out of control.

He went into the bathroom, breathing deeply, the test in his hand. After using it, he left it on the sink, almost afraid to face the result alone, and returned to the bedroom, where Debbie was waiting in the armchair.

“It’s just a few minutes… but it feels like forever,” he murmured, running his hand over his face.

Debbie gave a faint smile, trying to calm him. “It always does. But… tell me, Liam. Do you really want this? A child now, with everything going on?”

He stayed silent for a few moments, staring at the floor. When he finally spoke, his voice came out low, heavy with emotion.
“I want something that connects Noel and me forever. A child would be that. Proof that, despite everything, our love won.”

Debbie crossed her legs, studying him carefully. “But have you thought about the weight of that? You’re about to turn 53, Liam. You’re on a world tour, with a routine that’s already brutal for someone in their twenties. And your health, your energy… it’s not simple.”

“I know,” he replied quickly. “I’m not naïve. It’ll be hard. It’ll take everything from me… but when I think about giving up this idea, I feel empty. Like something’s missing. I want to hold a baby in my arms, ours, mine and Noel’s even if the world doesn’t understand, I need this.”

Debbie leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “And if it’s positive… how will you tell him? How will you tell both of your kids? And the press? You know they’ll tear you apart over your… incest baby.”

Liam took a deep breath, as if rehearsing an answer he’d carried for months. “For Noel… I’ll be honest. He needs to know this is my deepest desire. That I don’t want to hide anything from him. As for our kids… it’ll be hard, yes. But they deserve to know it’s not madness,it’s love. And the press…” He let out a humorless laugh. “Well, that’ll be hell. But if we’ve faced everything we have up to now, we can face that too.”

Debbie stayed silent, just watching him. For a moment, she saw not the rockstar, but the man behind the fame: vulnerable, stubborn, flawed, but filled with an almost uncontrollable passion.

“Liam… and if it’s negative? What will you do?”

He closed his eyes, clenching his fist against his knee. “If it’s negative… I’ll feel broken. But at least I’ll know I tried.”

Debbie smiled softly, reaching out to hold his hand. “You’re insane, you know that? But that’s why I admire you so much. You’re not afraid to feel.”

The silence stretched on. Only the muffled sounds of the city outside filled the space. Every second seemed to weigh a ton.

Finally, Liam stood, breathing deeply. “I think it’s time.”

Debbie rose with him, walking with him to the bathroom. Liam’s heart was pounding like an uneven drum. With trembling hands, he picked up the test, closed his eyes for a moment, and only then looked at the result window.

“Debbie… I’m pregnant.”

Chapter Text

The hotel corridor was silent, broken only by the distant hum of the elevator. Liam walked with unsteady steps, his heart pounding as if it wanted to escape his chest. The news weighed heavy on his lips, burning in his throat. He knew he couldn’t keep it in much longer.

He stopped outside Noel’s door. For a moment, he thought about turning back. Maybe it wasn’t the right time. Maybe he should wait. But no—Noel had the right to know. He always did.

He knocked once, twice. The handle turned, and Noel appeared, still in a plain t-shirt and jeans, hair messy, expression tired.

“Liam? What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Can I come in?”

Noel frowned but stepped aside. Liam walked in, taking a deep breath, trying to line up the words in his head. He sat on the edge of the bed, hands braced on his knees, while Noel shut the door and watched him warily.

“You’re scaring me, kid. What’s going on?”

“I’m pregnant, Noel.”

Silence fell over the room like a suffocating weight. Noel’s gaze shifted to the window, his jaw clenched tight. He opened his mouth, closed it, tried again, but nothing came out. Finally, he stood abruptly, striding over to the desk.

“Jesus Christ, Liam…” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Do you have any idea what this means?”

“Of course I do! It means… we did it. We’re having a child, Noel. Our child.”

“No, Liam!” Noel spun around, his voice sharp with panic. “It means you’re nearly fifty-three, in the middle of a fucking world tour, dragging yourself from city to city, barely sleeping, still drinking and now you’re pregnant with an incest baby! This isn’t some pretty fantasy, this is a serious risk.”

Liam shot to his feet, eyes blazing. “You think I haven’t thought about that? You think I don’t know my age, my vices, the life we live? I know all of it! But even so, I want this child! I need this child, Noel. It’s the only thing that would be truly ours!”

Noel drew in a shaky breath, as if struggling to hold back words. “You’ve always been reckless… but this isn’t just about you. What if something goes wrong? What if you get sick? What if this baby suffers because of what we are? You’re asking me to pretend I don’t see the danger.”

“I’m not asking you to pretend anything!” Liam’s voice cracked, full of desperation. “I just want you with me in this to understand that I can’t let it go. I know the risks, but for the first time in years, I feel like I’m building something instead of tearing everything apart.”

Noel dragged his hands through his hair, exasperated. “You always talk about love, about the future, about rebuilding,but you never think about the fallout. Liam, if this gets out now, the press will destroy us. Our kids will be confused, maybe even furious. You think they’ll just accept this?”

Liam’s eyes narrowed, wounded. “So that’s it? You’re more afraid of the press and everyone else than you are willing to stand by me? I thought you, of all people, would understand.”

“It’s not just fear, for fuck’s sake, it’s love!” Noel stepped closer, his eyes glistening. “Don’t you see? I’m trying to protect you, even if you hate me for it.”

Liam looked away, his throat tightening as tears threatened. “Maybe I just wanted to hear you say you were with me. That this child isn’t a mistake, that it’s ours. But all I hear is that I’m too old, too insane… and that I’ll end up facing this alone.”

Noel dragged his hands down his face, his voice breaking. “I never said you’d be alone. I just… I don’t know how to handle this. I need time, Liam. I need to process it.”

Liam took a step back, eyes shining with hurt. “If you can’t see this as a blessing, then maybe… maybe I have to do it on my own. Because I’m having this baby, Noel. With or without you.”

Shock tore across Noel’s face, like the words had ripped something inside him. But before he could answer, Liam was already walking toward the door.

“Liam, wait—”

But Liam pulled it open and slipped out, leaving Noel standing in the room, torn between the instinct to chase him and the crushing weight of his own fear.

Noel collapsed onto the bed, burying his face in his hands. The room was quiet, but inside him raged a storm. He loved Liam more than he could ever put into words. But for the first time in years, he feared love might not be enough to keep him safe.

Chapter Text

Back in his hotel room, Liam shut the door behind him and rested his forehead against the cold wood for a few seconds. The confrontation with Noel still echoed in his mind.

When he finally turned, he found Gene and Lennon waiting for him. Both were slouched on the couch—one scrolling through his phone, the other flipping through a magazine. They looked up at once when they noticed the tired expression on their father’s face.

“You two… we need to talk,” Liam said, his voice low, carrying a gravity that immediately caught their attention.

Gene dropped his phone into his lap. Lennon closed the magazine, raising his brows. “What happened, Dad? You look… bad.”

Liam drew in a deep breath and sat down across from them. For a moment, he had no idea where to start. He rubbed his face as if searching for courage.

“You’ve always known I wasn’t the easiest dad,” he began. “I’ve made mistakes, missed important moments… but I’ve always loved you. Today… I have something big to tell you. Something that might change the way you see me.”

The brothers exchanged a worried glance. Lennon leaned forward. “Are you sick? Is that it?”

“No. Quite the opposite,” Liam answered with a nervous smile. “I’m… pregnant.”

The silence that followed was almost painful. Gene’s eyes widened like he’d misheard. Lennon let out a disbelieving laugh.

“You’re joking, right?” Gene muttered. “That’s not possible. You’re too old for that kind of thing.”

“It is possible. And it’s true,” Liam said firmly. “I found out earlier today. And I don’t want to hide it from you.”

“But… with who?” Lennon asked, his voice trembling.

That was the moment Liam knew he couldn’t put off the other secret any longer. He inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of decades pressing down on him.

“With Uncle Noel.”

Their faces twisted into shock and disbelief. Gene’s eyes grew even wider. “Wait… you and Uncle Noel…?”

“Yes,” Liam said softly. “Me and Noel love each other. We have for a long time. I need you to hear the whole story before you judge.”

He leaned back, gaze drifting toward the past. “We always had a special connection. When Noel went off working as a roadie, that connection turned into something no one on the outside could ever really understand. Too strong to ignore. Through all the fights and the music, we… fell in love. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t easy, but it was real.”

Gene ran a hand through his hair, still trying to process. Lennon just stared at him, stunned.

“You’ve been together this whole time?” Lennon asked.

“No,” Liam said, shaking his head. “We drifted apart so many times. There were years we barely spoke. I had other relationships, so did he. I had you. We made families. But what we felt was always there, hidden, waiting for the right moment. Last year… we really found each other again. And now, for the first time, I wanted something just ours. This child is that.”

Another heavy silence filled the room, thick with unspoken thoughts. Lennon finally spoke, his voice hesitant. “Dad… that’s a lot to process. You and Uncle Noel… and now a baby… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Anaïs is gonna lose her mind when she finds out!” Gene blurted, naming their cousin.

“I know it’s not easy,” Liam said, his voice breaking slightly. “I don’t expect you to accept it right away. But I had to be honest. I couldn’t hide this from you. I love you too much for that.”

Lennon leaned forward, locking eyes with him. “Are you happy about this? About all of it? Even with the risks, your age, the tour?”

“I’m scared,” Liam admitted. “But yes. I’m happy. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m building something that matters. Not just music, not just fame. Family. Something that’ll stay when I’m gone.”

Gene sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “It’s weird… really weird. But… if it makes you happy, Dad… I guess we’ll have to learn how to deal with it.”

Lennon gave a half-smile. “Yeah… I didn’t expect to be getting a baby brother or sister now. But it’ll be funny, at least.”

Liam chuckled, moving closer to pull them both into a tight embrace. He felt some of the weight lift from his chest. They weren’t fully convinced, but at least they hadn’t rejected him. And for now, that was enough.

In another hotel room, Noel paced back and forth, heart racing, mind in turmoil. His hands trembled as he clutched his phone. He had never been a man to admit weakness, let alone ask for help—but tonight, he felt on the verge of collapse.

Before he could rethink it, he dialed Anaïs’ number.

“Dad?” came his daughter’s sleepy voice on the other end.

“Anaïs… come to my room, please. It’s urgent.” His voice was hoarse, almost pleading.

Minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Noel opened it and pulled her inside quickly, shutting it behind him as though to keep the whole world out.

“Dad, what happened? You look pale.” Anaïs dropped her bag on the chair and stepped closer, concern written all over her face.

Noel raked a hand through his hair, nerves fraying. The words tangled in his throat, but he knew he couldn’t stay silent anymore.

“It’s Liam,” he finally said, voice breaking. “He… he’s pregnant.”

Anaïs blinked in disbelief. “What?”

“You heard me. He told me today, and I… I didn’t know how to react. I panicked, I got scared, I got angry at myself for letting things get this far.” Noel drew a shaky breath, fighting to stay composed. “You don’t understand, love. Me and him… we…”

Anaïs took a step back, needing space to process. “Dad… are you telling me that you and Uncle Liam—?”

Noel closed his eyes, ashamed. “Since 1990. It was secret, it was messy, it was a love we could never erase. I spent my whole life trying to bury it, but it always came back. Always.”

Anaïs covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with shock. “My God… I had no idea.”

Silence fell heavy between them. Noel waited for her reaction like a man awaiting a sentence. But instead of judgment, he found something else.

Anaïs reached out, touching his hand. “I’m shocked, yeah. But I also… I see you. Right now. You’re scared, you’re lost. And you know what? For the first time, I feel like you’re being completely honest with me.”

Noel swallowed hard, moved.

“If you love Uncle Liam, and if this baby came from that… then you need to stop running, Dad,” Anaïs said firmly. “You need to talk to him. The way you reacted—you must have hurt him. But it’s not too late to fix it.”

He pulled her into a tight hug, feeling small and vulnerable in his daughter’s arms. “Thank you, Anaïs. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.”

Taking a deep breath, Noel straightened his shoulders and, heart pounding, left the room, determined to knock on Liam’s door again.

The hotel corridor was wrapped in heavy silence, broken only by the muffled footsteps of late-night guests. Noel stopped in front of Liam’s door, his heart hammering in his chest. He raised his hand, hesitated… and then knocked.

Seconds dragged like hours. The knob turned slowly and, to his surprise, it wasn’t Liam who opened the door—but Lennon.

“Uncle Noel?” Lennon’s eyes widened in surprise.

Behind him, Gene appeared, arms crossed as if already bracing for trouble. “What are you doing here at this hour?”

Noel cleared his throat, trying to stay calm, though his voice came out tense.
“I need to talk to Liam. Alone.”

The two brothers exchanged a glance. The silence carried a curious weight—they knew something serious was at stake.

“Alone?” Gene raised a brow.

“I know you’re worried,” Noel said with a deep breath. “But… if there’s any chance to fix this, I need to be with him. Just the two of us.”

Lennon sighed, rubbing his face. “Look, Uncle… or whatever I’m supposed to call you now…” he paused, confused but firm. “You can talk to him. But there’s one condition.”

“What?” Noel asked.

“Don’t wake the whole hotel screaming at each other.” Lennon gestured with his hands. “You’re famous, old, and loud. We don’t want the press banging on the door at three in the morning.”

Gene nodded seriously. “If you’re going to work it out, do it civilly.”

Despite the tension, Noel let out a nervous half-smile. “I promise.”

Reluctantly, the two stepped aside, letting Noel in. Liam was sitting on the edge of the bed, hair tousled, eyes tired. When he saw his brother, he froze.

“Noel…”

The door closed behind them, leaving only silence and the weight of years of unresolved history.

Noel took a few steps forward, then stopped in the middle of the room, unsure where to begin. “Look—you know damn well I’m no good at apologies. So… William John Paul Gallagher, will you forgive me?”

A dense silence settled.

“First of all, don’t you ever call me William,” Liam said sharply. “And second, you left me alone, Noel. With all of this.”

“I know.” Noel dragged a hand over his face, visibly exhausted. “I panicked. With your age, the tour, the media, the kids… all I could think about was everything that could go wrong.”

Liam rose slowly, folding his arms. “And you didn’t think about everything that could go right?”

The question lingered in the air, heavy and sweet all at once.

Noel drew in a long breath. “I did. And that’s what terrifies me. Because… I still love you, Liam. I always have. And seeing you like this—vulnerable, pregnant—made me realize I don’t want to lose you again.”

Liam’s eyes shimmered. He stepped closer, one step at a time, until he was near enough to feel Noel’s warmth. “Took you long enough to admit it, eh?”

Without another word, Liam cupped his brother’s face gently, as if afraid he might disappear. Noel leaned in, and the kiss happened—not rushed, not desperate, but full of reconciliation. It carried all the lost years, the fights, the silences… and also the promise of a different future.

Chapter Text

The morning light spilled into the room. Liam woke first, as always, but this time he didn’t move. He stayed nestled against Noel’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. The warmth of the body beside him, the heavy arm draped across his waist—everything felt so unlikely and yet so perfectly right.

Noel grumbled when Liam’s fingers slid lazily down his arm.
“Already awake, you little pest?” he muttered in his sleep-rough voice. He pressed a kiss to Liam’s forehead. “Sleep well?”

“Definitely.” Liam answered, planting a lazy kiss at the corner of Noel’s mouth. “I’ve been thinking about names.”

Noel raised an eyebrow. “We’re already at that stage?”

“Of course we are!” Liam laughed, suddenly animated. “We need to start a list. I thought of McCartney, if it’s a boy.”

Noel nearly choked. “McCartney? You’re having a laugh.”

Liam rolled onto his side to face him, grinning. “What? It’s a strong name, full of history!”

“You already have a son named Lennon, Liam. It’ll look like you’re trying to baptize the poor kid with the Beatles’ catalog.” Noel rubbed his face, exasperated. “What’s next? Ringo Gallagher? Harrison Gallagher?”

“Lennon’s not bad… and neither is McCartney!” Liam teased, biting his lip to hold back laughter.

“Don’t even start.” Noel rolled his eyes, though a reluctant smile tugged at his mouth.

For a while, they just kissed softly, like two teenagers rediscovering the joy of being together without any rush. But soon laughter gave way to reality.

Liam sighed, resting his hand on his stomach. “I still don’t know how I’m going to handle this on tour. Yesterday I barely made it through the show without feeling sick.”

Noel shifted, more serious now. “That’s exactly what worries me. Life on the road—travel, hotels, rehearsals—it’s not ideal for you. Not now.”

“I know,” Liam admitted, staring at the ceiling. “But I don’t want to cancel. The fans have waited years for this tour.”

“They can wait a few more months if they have to,” Noel shot back firmly. “But you can’t risk your health, or the baby’s.”

Liam widened his eyes. “You know the managers would lose their minds if we said that.”

“Let them,” Noel said flatly. “I won’t let you destroy yourself on stage just to stick to a schedule.”

Silence lingered for a few moments before Liam broke it with a new question. “And the press? What do we say?”

Noel took a deep breath. “As little as possible. You’ll say you’re expecting a baby—but you don’t have to say who the father is.”

Liam stared at him. “Hide it?”

“Protect it,” Noel corrected. “You know what it’ll be like if this gets out. Not just a scandal—it’ll blow everything up. The kids, the band, everything.”

Liam thought for a moment, reluctant, but finally nodded. “Alright. We’ll keep it between us.”

Noel leaned down and kissed him gently. “What matters is that I know. And you know. That’s enough.”

Liam smiled against his lips, curling back into the warm embrace. “But McCartney’s still on the list.”

“Not a fucking chance,” Noel muttered, and they both laughed, letting the morning wrap them in a rare kind of peace.

---

The hotel restaurant was almost empty that morning. The smell of fresh coffee mingled with warm bread.

Gene and Lennon walked in together, still half-asleep, keeping the silence they’d carried since leaving their father’s room. They served themselves quickly and sat by the window.

“Don’t you think this is weird too?” Lennon finally spoke, stirring his tea. “Like—our dad and our uncle are having a baby. We’re gonna have a brother and a cousin at the same time.”

Gene snorted. “Weird doesn’t even cover it. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

Lennon sighed, resting his chin in his hand. “I still can’t believe Dad and Uncle Noel…”

“Me neither,” Gene cut in. “But somehow, it makes sense.”

Before they could go on, a familiar voice chimed in. “You two look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”

Anaïs walked over, tray in hand, one eyebrow arched. She pulled out a chair and sat down without waiting for an invite.

“Morning, cousins,” she said dryly. “Or should I say… half-brothers?”

The boys exchanged startled looks. “So you know too?” Gene asked in a low voice.

Silence fell over the three of them. Only the clinking of cutlery and the distant murmur of other guests filled the air.

“Does that mean… do you think anyone else knows?” Lennon asked hesitantly. “Like… our mums?”

Anaïs shook her head. “No idea. But I don’t think so. From the way Dad talked, he’s kept this buried his whole life.”

Gene leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “What about our gran? Do you think she knew?”

“If she had, she would’ve blown the family sky-high years ago,” Anaïs replied with a bitter smile. “Subtlety was never her strong suit.”

Lennon chuckled nervously, then grew serious. “I just don’t get how they managed to hide it for so long. Since the ’90s… that’s insane.”

“And why didn’t they tell us?” Gene added. “We’re not kids anymore.”

Anaïs looked at them, her expression softening. “Maybe because they were scared. Scared of how we’d react, scared of the press, scared of everything. They’ve always been surrounded by people, but this—they kept this just for themselves.”

The three of them sat in silence for a moment, absorbing her words.

“You know…” Lennon began, twirling his spoon. “As strange as it is, I think I get it. They fought all the time, but deep down, it always felt like something was unresolved.”

Gene nodded. “I think so too. But now… there’s no hiding. A baby changes everything.”

Anaïs sighed, sipping her coffee. “Exactly. The question isn’t if the world finds out—it’s when.”

They glanced at each other, sharing a mix of fear and complicity. It felt like they’d suddenly been pulled into a story much bigger than themselves.

“So…” Gene finally asked. “Do we keep the secret?”

Anaïs gave a faint smile. “For now, yeah. They need time. But when the truth comes out… we’ll have to be ready.”

The three of them clinked their coffee cups together in a quiet pact—to protect their fathers, even if they didn’t fully understand the weight of what that meant.

Chapter Text

August 27, 2025 📍 Chicago, USA

After that day, they’d played one more show in Canada and headed to their next stop. Chicago shimmered outside, its lights reflecting on the lake like thousands of stars trapped on the water’s surface. The hotel buzzed with the usual chaos of tour life—techs checking equipment, security handling logistics.

In the middle of it all, Liam stood in front of the mirror. His face looked paler than usual, his eyes tired.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Debbie stepped inside, holding a bottle of water. Her expression carried the weight of a speech she’d clearly rehearsed.

“You’re not alright, Liam,” she said bluntly as she came closer. “The nausea, the weakness… we need to be sure.”

Liam gave a short laugh, trying to brush it off. “I already was sure, remember? The test doesn’t lie.”

“A drugstore test isn’t enough,” Debbie shot back, her tone firm. “I want a doctor saying it—looking at you, making sure you’re not putting your own life at risk.”

Before Liam could answer, there was another knock. This time it was Noel. His face carried the same concern as Debbie’s.

“You told him about the checkup, didn’t you?” Noel asked as he stepped inside without waiting for permission.

Liam sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “You two are gonna drive me mad.”

“No, Liam,” Noel said firmly. “We’re trying to keep you alive.”

Debbie folded her arms, resting her chin lightly on her hand. “Look, I know you want to keep the tour going, I know you hate the idea of looking fragile… but you’re pregnant. At fifty-two. This isn’t a joke.”

Noel nodded. “I need to know if you can handle being on stage without hurting the baby. If you can take nights of performing, flights, hotel changes every other day.”

Liam looked away, his chest tightening. The stage had always been where he felt most alive. But now, for the first time, the question lingered: how far could he push before risking everything?

“I don’t want to cancel anything,” he muttered, sounding almost like a child clinging to his favorite toy.

Debbie stepped closer, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “No one’s asking you to cancel. We just want to know you’re okay.”

Silence thickened between them. Then Noel crouched down in front of Liam, taking his hands. “I’ve screwed up with you plenty of times, Liam. But I won’t screw this up. If there’s even the slightest chance something could go wrong, I need to know. I need to take care of you.”

Liam’s eyes burned, a blur of tears forming. It was hard to fight back when Noel was this vulnerable, this resolute.

He drew in a deep breath and finally gave in. “Alright. After the show, we’ll go.”

Debbie let out a relieved sigh. “No, Liam. Before the show. I’m not letting you step on that stage without knowing for sure.”

Liam raised his brows, ready to argue, but the combined look from Debbie and Noel disarmed him. He knew he wasn’t going to win this battle.

“You’re unbearable,” he grumbled, though a half-smile slipped through. “But fine. We’ll go.”

The hospital in Chicago was used to discreetly handling celebrities, and Debbie had arranged everything without drawing attention. The doctor, a gray-haired man with a calm voice, looked over the improvised chart Debbie had handed him.

“So, Mr. Gallagher…” he began, adjusting his glasses. “You’ve been experiencing frequent nausea, fatigue, sensitivity. And there was a positive test, correct?”

“Correct,” Liam replied, shifting uncomfortably on the exam table.

Noel sat beside him, arms crossed, hanging on to every word. Debbie stood near the door like a sentry.

The doctor continued with routine exams—blood pressure, blood tests, an ultrasound. When the machine hummed to life and the muffled sounds filled the room, Liam’s heart raced. Without realizing, he gripped Noel’s hand tightly.

The doctor gave a faint smile. “Well… there’s no doubt. The pregnancy is real.”

The air seemed to drain from the room. Debbie exhaled in relief, as if she could finally believe it. Noel, on the other hand, sat frozen, absorbing the weight of confirmation.

“And his health?” Noel asked, his voice steadier than he felt. “Can he keep touring?”

The doctor was cautious. “Mr. Gallagher, your age makes this a high-risk pregnancy. But for now, the tests show both you and the baby are fine. Still, I strongly recommend frequent monitoring. Long trips, lack of sleep, and physical strain could cause complications.”

Debbie was the first to respond. “That means he should cut back on the shows.”

“Not necessarily,” the doctor clarified. “But constant monitoring is essential. If there are any signs of weakness, bleeding, severe pain… he must seek medical attention immediately.”

Liam tried to pull himself together, letting out a nervous laugh. “See? I’m fine. We can keep going.”

Noel fixed his eyes on him, serious. “You heard the doctor. This isn’t a joke.”

Liam held his gaze, tired but resolute. “I know. But I’m not giving up now. Not the tour, not… the baby.”

The doctor wrapped up with recommendations: regular appointments, monthly checkups, a stronger diet. When they left the hospital, Debbie let out a long breath.

“I still think this is madness, but at least I know you’re being looked after,” she said, adjusting the strap of her bag.

Noel walked in silence, as though processing every detail. It wasn’t until they reached the car that he finally spoke.

“Liam… I’m not leaving you to do this alone. Not on the road, not off it. But you have to promise me that if you feel anything—anything at all—you’ll tell me right away.”

Liam gave a faint smile, exhausted but relieved. “I promise.”

As soon as they stepped into the lobby, they were greeted by three familiar faces: Anaïs, Gene, and Lennon, already waiting, clearly anxious.
“Finally!” Anaïs exclaimed, folding her arms with a nervous smile. “So? What’s the result?”
“Let’s go up to the room and we’ll explain,” Debbie said, tugging Liam toward the elevator.

When they opened the door to the room, Anaïs, Gene, and Lennon were there too, restless, as if they had already sensed something.
“Well?” Gene asked bluntly. “Is it confirmed?”
Liam let out a long breath, feeling both the weight and the relief at once. “Yes.” He gave a small smile, resting a hand on his stomach. “I’m really pregnant.”
Anaïs raised a brow, her expression a mix of relief and surprise. “We already knew… but now it’s official.”
“And everything’s okay?” Lennon asked, worry flashing in his eyes.
“Yes, it’s fine. The doctor said that despite the age factor, the pregnancy is stable and there are no complications. But we’ll need extra care,” Debbie added, steadying Liam with an arm.

Silence filled the room for a moment until Gene broke it: “So what now? How do we tell the rest of the world?”
Noel sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “No press, not yet. First we need to plan carefully. Who finds out, and when.”

“And Grandma?” Anaïs asked seriously. “She’ll find out somehow, won’t she?”
Liam took a deep breath, the weight of the moment pressing on his chest. “I’ll call her tonight. But I won’t say who the father is. For now, I just want her to know about the pregnancy.”

Later that day, when everyone had left the room except Noel, Liam picked up his phone and dialed his mother’s number. After a few rings, her voice came through.

“Liam? Is everything alright?” Peggy sounded surprised, but calm.
He hesitated for a moment. “Mum… I have some news. I don’t really know how to say it, so I’ll just be straight: I’m pregnant.”
A heavy silence filled the line, followed by a deep breath.
“Pregnant?” she repeated, disbelief in her voice. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Liam answered firmly.
Another pause. “And… who’s the father?”
Liam closed his eyes, heart pounding. “I’m not telling you that right now.”
“Liam…” her voice grew heavier, almost a warning.
“Mum, please,” he cut in, his voice low. “Just accept this. I’m okay. It’s real. You’re going to be a grandmother again.”
On the other end, a long sigh. “Alright. But we’ll talk more about this soon.”
He hung up before she could press further. When he looked back across the room, Noel was watching him in silence, worry written on his face.

“We need to decide how we’re going to tell the others,” Liam began, glancing down at his belly, then back at Noel. “Molly… Donovan… Sonny.”
Noel sighed, moving toward the window. “I know. And we can’t just drop the news on them all at once. It has to be separate moments, each one given space.”
Liam nodded. “Molly’s pregnant too, so she’ll relate to it. But at the same time… she’ll worry about me.” He raked a hand through his hair, nervous. “And Donovan and Sonny… I don’t even know how they’ll take it. I don’t know them that well.”
Noel stepped closer, resting a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “We start with the basics: the pregnancy is healthy, you’re under medical care, and there’s no immediate risk.”
“About the father?” Liam asked hesitantly. “I don’t know how the boys will react.”
“They need to understand the most important thing right now is you and the baby—not gossip or judgment,” Noel said firmly.
Liam drew a deep breath. “Molly will probably be curious, want to know every detail.”
“You don’t have to hide the truth from your daughter. If you want, I’ll be there to tell her with you,” Noel explained. “With Donovan and Sonny, the conversation has to be more straightforward.”
“You’re being so understanding! Where’s the grumpy old man I know?” Liam asked with a laugh.
“Well, maybe I’m going soft,” Noel muttered, leaning in to rest his forehead against Liam’s.
“If I’d known my pregnancy would make you this soft, I’d have done it ages ago,” Liam whispered, sealing the words with a quick kiss on his lips.

They stayed like that in silence for a few minutes, listening to the faint sounds of the city waking up outside. Noel absentmindedly ran his fingers through Liam’s messy hair while Liam let out a contented sigh.
“You know what I was thinking?” Liam murmured, looking straight into Noel’s eyes.
“That usually scares me,” Noel teased, though without any malice.
“That we wasted so much time fighting, so much time apart… and now it feels like I’m living some silly dream,” Liam said, his eyes shining. “Like, waking up next to you, talking nonsense, picking terrible baby names…”
“McCartney is still off the table,” Noel cut in, serious but with a hidden smile.
Liam laughed. “I’ll convince you yet.”
Noel shook his head. “Never.”
“Wanna bet?” Liam leaned in, stealing a soft kiss.

The moment was broken by Liam’s muffled laughter, remembering something.
“What?” Noel asked, suspicious.
“I was just picturing you changing diapers at three in the morning.” Liam bit his lip, trying not to laugh harder. “It’s gonna be hilarious.”
Noel couldn’t resist—he pulled Liam in for a longer kiss, one full of tenderness and laughter all at once. They nestled close into each other. Liam smiled as he slowly drifted off to sleep, certain that this love, against all odds, was worth every risk.

Chapter Text

The stadium was electric, lights spilling over every corner while Liam did his best to keep up his usual energy.
But his body wasn’t responding the way it used to. The heat of the spotlights, the rush of the music—it all felt heavier than before.

Halfway through one of the songs, a sudden dizziness swept over him. His stomach lurched, and for a moment he was afraid he’d collapse right there in front of everyone. He took a deep breath, forced himself to steady, and pushed through until the very end of the set, though every minute felt like an eternity.

As soon as they left the stage, Liam pressed a towel to his face, sweaty and pale. Noel trailed behind, watching his every move. Before they could even reach the dressing room, Donovan and Sonny—who had been watching from the wings—hurried over.
“Uncle Liam, are you okay?” Sonny asked, worry written all over his face. “We saw you wobbling up there…”
“Looked like you were about to fall over,” Donovan added. “Are you sick?”

Liam froze with his nephews standing in front of him, heart tightening. How could he explain without giving everything away? His instinct told him to confess, but the secret was still being guarded by only a few. He smiled, trying to sound casual.
“Just tired, lads,” he said, brushing damp hair out of his face. “These shows take a lot out of you, and your uncle doesn’t have the same stamina he used to.”

Sonny crossed his arms, unconvinced. “It looked more serious. You were sweating like crazy.”
Noel stepped in, resting a hand on each son’s shoulder. “Relax. He’s fine,” he said firmly but calmly. “You know Liam—he never slows down. He just needs some rest.”

The boys exchanged looks, not fully buying it, but eventually let it go.

That night, the hotel was quiet. After the show, the band was scattered across their rooms, each nursing their own exhaustion. But in Liam’s room, there was no rest—only tension.

Debbie sat in an armchair, arms crossed, her gaze sharp as she faced the two brothers. Liam paced restlessly, unable to sit still, while Noel stayed quiet, simply watching.
“I can’t stop thinking about it, Noel,” Liam finally said, breaking the silence. “Gene and Lennon accepted me… Molly doesn’t even know yet, and I’m already nervous about her. But your boys—Donovan and Sonny—I have no idea how they’ll react.”

“They’re good kids, Liam. They won’t turn their backs on you,” Noel said, leaning forward on his knees.

“Liam, all they did was ask if you were okay! They didn’t say anything wrong,” Debbie reminded, arms still crossed.

“But I don’t know them well enough!” Liam shot back, stopping in the middle of the room. “Anaïs, I know. We’ve always gotten along. But the others… I barely know what they think of me. To them I’m just the eccentric uncle—the one who jokes too much, talks too much… Now I’ll be the pregnant uncle.”

Noel let out a low chuckle—not mocking, just trying to ease the weight of it. “You’ve always been more than that. They know you’re family. They know you care.”

“Sure, but it’s one thing to be the uncle who shows up at Christmas with weird presents and bad jokes. It’s another to say, ‘Hey, boys, surprise, I’m pregnant—and the baby’s your dad’s.’” Liam dragged a hand down his face, exasperated. “I can’t predict how they’ll take it.”

Noel stood, walked over, and gripped his shoulders, forcing Liam to meet his eyes. “Listen. Donovan and Sonny respect me. They trust me. If I tell them you matter—if I tell them this baby matters—they’ll accept it.”

“You make it sound so simple,” Liam muttered, though his gaze softened at Noel’s steady tone.

“It’s not simple,” Noel admitted. “But it’s necessary. The longer we wait, the more it’ll feel like we’re hiding it. They deserve to hear it from us, not from the press, not from rumors.”

Liam sighed, sinking into Noel’s embrace. For a moment he stayed there, then murmured against his brother’s shoulder:
“And what if they get angry? What if they think it’s disgusting, wrong…?”

Noel pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Then we deal with it together. But don’t underestimate my kids, Liam. They grew up in a world different from ours.”

Liam’s heart hammered in his chest. He wanted to believe, but fear gnawed at his resolve. Still, Noel’s voice felt like a safe harbor.
“Alright,” Liam breathed. “Let’s tell them.”

That night, Donovan and Sonny were called into Noel’s room. They entered together, curious but unsuspecting of the weight of the conversation ahead.
Donovan walked in first, scanning the room. “What’s going on?” he asked, wary.
Sonny, more relaxed, flopped down on the sofa. “Don’t tell me you’re canceling the tour.”

Liam gave a nervous laugh, which died quickly. Noel sat in the armchair beside the sofa, motioning for them to get comfortable. Debbie stayed standing, quiet support.
“Boys…” Noel began, voice calm. “There’s something important we need to tell you.”

Donovan and Sonny exchanged curious glances.
“You’ve noticed Liam hasn’t been doing so well lately,” Noel went on. “The nausea, the exhaustion…”
“We know,” Donovan cut in. “But what does that have to do with us?”

Liam drew in a deep breath, summoning all the courage he had. “I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Sonny’s eyes went wide as he sat bolt upright, while Donovan blinked, as if trying to process the words.
“Congrats?” Sonny offered, still in disbelief.

Liam shot a quick glance at Noel.
“So… we’re getting a cousin?” Donovan said slowly, brows furrowed. He rubbed his face with one hand, laughing nervously. “Not exactly the news I expected tonight.”

Sonny opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “But… how? I mean… with who?”

Noel looked at Liam, who gave a small nod. He exhaled, steadying himself.
“With me.”

The shock was instant. Sonny blurted out, “What?!” while Donovan pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to catch up.
“That… explains a lot,” Donovan muttered, staring at his father. “Mom always hated Uncle Liam. Always. I never understood why.”

Sonny leaned forward, eyes wide with curiosity. “So… does that mean we’re getting a little brother?”

Liam gave a shy smile. “Yes. A little brother or sister.”

Sonny sat in stunned silence for a beat, then broke into a grin. “So I won’t be the youngest anymore! Finally!” His excitement made Noel and Liam exchange surprised glances.
“You know… it’s kinda weird, but also kinda cool,” Sonny added with a shrug. “I’ve always been the baby of the family. Now I finally get to be a big brother.”

Liam let out a nervous laugh. “That’s your first thought?”
“Of course,” Sonny said, grinning. “I’ve always wanted someone younger than me.”

Donovan, quieter, took a deep breath. “I won’t lie, it’s a shock. But… you both look happy. If you’re happy, then I’m fine with it.”

“Told you they’d understand,” Noel whispered under his breath.
Liam smiled. “I should’ve trusted you more.”

Sonny was already firing off questions about the baby—names, travel plans, what it would be like to have a newborn on tour. Donovan stayed quieter, watching with a small smile, accepting the news with quiet maturity.

At one point, Debbie drifted closer to Liam while Noel sat with his sons, answering Sonny’s endless questions.
“You should stop grinning like that, Gallagher,” Debbie teased softly.

Liam sighed, resting his head briefly on her shoulder. “Better than I expected. Much better. Even with all the tension, all the mess… I think my life’s finally in the right place.”

Debbie smiled, squeezing his hand. “I’m glad to hear that. You’ve deserved this kind of peace and happiness for a long time.”

“And I wouldn’t have made it here without you,” Liam said, looking into her eyes with rare sincerity. “When Noel was distant, when I felt alone—you were my anchor.”

Debbie laughed lightly, pressing her forehead against his. “And I’m still here. Always will be. I’m your fiancée… it’s my job to stand by you, even when everything feels impossible.”

Liam’s chest warmed at her words. He squeezed her hands tighter. “Thank you, Debbs. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She chuckled, tapping his arm playfully. “You’re way too sentimental right now,” Debbie teased, brushing her thumb over his knuckles. “And it’s adorable.”

Their laughter spilled into a playful tickle fight. Debbie squealed, trying to dodge Liam’s hands, while he laughed harder than he had in months. For the first time in a long time, he felt lighter—like joy itself had found its way back to him.

Chapter Text

The routine of a world tour was never made for those who wanted to rest. For Liam, each day was now a new challenge. The music still set his soul on fire, but his body no longer responded with the same obedience. The nausea came suddenly, the fatigue lingered. For the fans, it was a dream: the Gallagher brothers sharing the stage once again. Debbie had almost naturally taken on the role of a guardian, always ensuring Liam's well-being.
In the hotel in Mexico City, Liam woke up nauseous once more. The smell of coffee coming from the hallway made his stomach churn, and he ran to the bathroom, leaving Debbie knocking on the door, worried.

"Again?" she asked when he came out, pale.

"Apparently, yes." Liam grumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a hand through his hair. "It's like the world has decided I'll never be able to have breakfast again."

Debbie laughed, but with tenderness. "Well, now you know how your ex-wives felt. It's not easy, but it passes."

"Yeah, except I'm in the middle of a world tour," Liam replied, with a tired smile. "I can't just ask the world to stop because I want to throw up in peace."

She laughed, but her hand rested affectionately on his shoulder. "We can adapt some things, Liam. Nobody will notice."

"Oh, they will," he huffed, looking in the mirror. "They're already noticing."

And he was right. The internet was buzzing with comments. Recent photos of him at airports showed a different kind of bloat, a looser shirt than usual. "Is Liam Gallagher sick?" some speculated. Others went further: "Could it be alcoholism? A return to vices?"
And the press, of course, didn't forgive him.
"Singer appears tired and avoids intense movements" a British tabloid headlined after the show in Los Angeles.
"Is Liam Gallagher facing health problems?" an American magazine insinuated.
The next night was the show in Mexico. The stadium was packed, but Liam's attention was elsewhere. His belly, even discreet, felt heavy when he put on his parka. Noel noticed his discomfort while tuning his guitar.

"If you can't handle it, you can leave the stage," he murmured quietly. "I'll hold the crowd."
"I'm not leaving the stage." Liam replied firmly, though his eyes betrayed him. "They didn't come to see half a show."

Noel sighed deeply. "You're impossible."

"Yes, I am." Liam smiled sideways. "And you love me that way."
The hotel they were staying at that night in Mexico City had huge windows, with a view of the city's illuminated skyline.
Liam was leaning against the window sill. He watched the lights blinking down below, his belly discreetly outlined by the loose shirt. The reflection in the glass showed Noel's silhouette approaching from behind, silent as he always was.

"Thinking?" Noel murmured, resting his chin on his shoulder.

Liam smiled sideways, without taking his eyes off the view. "Just thinking that we've done this a thousand times. Hotels, different cities, nights that seem the same. But today... it feels new."

Noel slid his arms around his waist, resting his hands on his belly. "Because today there's something new here," he said in a low, almost reverent voice.

Liam turned his face to him, his eyes shining. "You sound like you're already a father again."
"I am," Noel corrected, firmly. "From the moment you told me."

There was a silence filled with tenderness before Liam took a step back, standing face to face with him. A mischievous smile appeared. "Then kiss me, daddy."

Noel laughed, shaking his head. "You never miss a chance to ruin the moment."

But he obeyed. The kiss began slow, exploratory, as if they were savoring every stolen second. Then it gained warmth, urgency, reminding them that there was still plenty of passion to get through the years and the secrets. Liam grabbed the back of Noel's neck, feeling safe, alive, desired.
Between kisses and muffled laughter, they ended up in bed, in no hurry, just enjoying the intimacy. Liam's laugh echoed when Noel gently pushed him onto the pillows.

"Take it easy, Gallagher," Liam teased. "Don't forget there's a passenger on board.

"I know," Noel murmured, his eyes fixed on his. "That's why I'm going to kiss you until you forget everything out there."

The kiss soon deepened, gaining intensity. Liam wrapped his arms around Noel's neck, pulling him closer.

When Noel lowered his lips to his neck, Liam sighed loudly, letting out a contained moan. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Liam moaned softly, a shiver running through him. "You know I can't resist this..."

"That's why I do it," Noel replied, before gently nibbling his skin, drawing another sigh from him.

Liam threw his head back. Each bite was followed by a lingering kiss, as if Noel was marking his territory and, at the same time, apologizing. Liam, surrendered, let his head loll to the side, offering more space.

"Ah, fuck, Noel..." Liam muttered through gritted teeth, his breathing already quickening. He loved this. He always had. The warmth of Noel's mouth on his neck.

Liam's hands slid down Noel's back, pulling at his shirt impatiently. With the shirt landing somewhere in the room seconds later, followed by Liam's own parka. Their bodies met, hot, pressed together, skin against skin.
Noel continued his attack on Liam's neck, kissing, biting, licking, until he felt his body tremble. Liam breathed heavily, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted in pleasure.

"Keep going..." Liam pleaded, his voice low, almost a supplicant moan. "Don't stop, Noel."
Noel smiled against his skin, obeying. His teeth slowly scraped down his neck, down to his collarbone, and Liam writhed with pleasure, the moans escaping uncontrollably.

"You love this, don't you?" Noel teased, biting him again. "You love that I mark you."

"I love you..." Liam replied, arching his body more, his breathing heavy. "The way only you know how."

Noel's hands left to explore every line of Liam's body, but returned to his neck, as if he couldn't resist that spot that made Liam completely lose control. Each time his teeth marked the skin, Liam moaned loudly, grabbing him tightly, asking for more.
The room filled with muffled sounds: wet kisses, sighs, and moans.

Between one kiss and another, Liam pulled his hair, asking for more, begging with jumbled words. Noel laughed softly, satisfied with the effect he was causing.
Liam lost patience, dragging his hands down to the buckle of Noel's belt and pulling his dick out, beginning to masturbate him.
Noel threw his head back and let out a long, loud groan.

"Oh, boy!"

"Come on, Noely, make me feel good. It's a sin not to satisfy a pregnant man's desire." He said, speeding up the movements with his hand.

Then, suddenly, Noel got out of bed and headed toward Liam's bag, leaving him panting, sprawled on the bed, waiting for his return, which didn't take long. He came back with a bottle of lubricant in his hands, but for Liam, the wait felt like an eternity.

"Take off your pants and spread your legs, darling." Noel put the lubricant bottle aside and helped his lover take off his pants.
Soon, Liam's pants ended up in some unknown corner of the room along with his underwear. He didn't waste time and opened his legs for Noel.

Noel, also in a hurry, opened the lubricant and applied it to three fingers, and without warning, shoved two of them into Liam.
Liam moaned loudly at the sudden invasion, and Noel began to move his fingers, making him feel on top of the world.

After a while of preparation, Noel took off his pants and again, entered without warning. Liam complained at first but got used to the sensation. Noel began to penetrate carefully; it was the first time they were having sex since the discovery of the pregnancy.
Over time, they found a rhythm, with both of them moaning excessively.

They moved together, intertwined, as if the whole world had disappeared. With every touch, every kiss, there was more than just lust: there was history, complicity, love. It wasn't just sex, it was a reminder that, despite everything, they belonged to each other.
Noel began to feel the climax coming. If he were younger, he would surely last all night, but at 58, he only lasted a few minutes, so he started masturbating his little brother who was beneath him moaning worse than a groupie.

Liam moaned loudly, as he always did, his body trembling with pleasure while Noel continued to explore his every reaction, every sigh, every shiver. The connection between them was intense, more than physical: it was history, desire, and love concentrated in every touch.
The climax came intense, overwhelming, drawing muffled moans from them that were lost in the sheets. Their bodies trembled together, sweat sticking their skin, their hearts beating at the same rhythm.
They fell back onto the bed, exhausted, laughing softly between lazy kisses. Noel ran a hand through Liam's messy hair, his breathing still heavy.

"Remember when we almost got caught on that tour in Barcelona?" Liam asked between laughs, still pressed against him.

"I remember," Noel laughed softly. "And you still tried to blame me, as if I were the one who had ruined everything," he replied, laughing and pulling him in for another soft kiss.
Wrapped in each other's arms, intertwined under the sheets, they slowly fell asleep, still warmed by the intensity of the night. And in the silence that followed, there was the certainty that, despite the secrets and the pressure outside, their love was strong enough to resist everything.

Chapter Text

The hotel restaurant was almost empty. They stepped into the dining room and immediately spotted the table in the corner. Donovan and Sonny were already there with Gene, Lennon, and Anaïs, all deep in conversation. The younger voices carried clearly—mostly because none of them had noticed the newcomers yet.

“But seriously…” Donovan was saying, arms crossed. “Why do they still bother reserving Dad a separate room when he always ends up sleeping in Uncle Liam’s?”
Sonny burst out laughing first. “Good question. Total waste of money, isn’t it?”
Lennon, munching on a roll like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, spoke through a mouthful. “It’s for the illusion that they’re still being discreet.”
Anaïs nearly choked on her juice, laughing. Gene propped his elbow on the table and added:
“Discreet? Please. They don’t even fool the hotel reception.”

Everyone laughed—until their eyes landed on the two figures walking toward them. The laughter died instantly, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

“What the hell are you lot up to?” Noel muttered.
“Making jokes about our lives, as usual,” Liam replied, trying to hide a smirk. “They’re Gallaghers, remember?”

Sonny was the first to break the silence. Resting his chin on his hands, he studied Liam with an impish look.
“So… have you picked a name for the baby yet?”
“Sonny!” Anaïs scolded, though she was already laughing. “Could you be a little more subtle?”
“What? I just asked what everyone’s dying to know.”

“I bet Dad’s gonna suggest a Beatle name,” Lennon chimed in, grinning. “I’d know.”
Liam put a hand to his chest in mock offense.
“Oi, what’s wrong with that? They’re classic names, full of meaning!”
Anaïs jumped in.
“Oh, sure… give it a week and he’ll have a list ready: George, Ringo, Abbey Road Gallagher…”
“ ‘Ringo’? Poor kid,” Donovan muttered at the same time Sonny slapped the table, crying with laughter. “Abbey Road! Now that’s perfect! I can already picture it—roll call at school: ‘Abbey? Present!’”

Even Noel couldn’t hold back a short laugh before he forced himself back into seriousness.
“We haven’t started choosing names yet.”
“Exactly,” Liam said, raising a finger. “Besides, we don’t even know the gender yet.”

That sparked another round of jokes.
“Then it could be ‘Helter Skelter Gallagher,’ that works either way,” Lennon said, chuckling.
“No, better—‘Sgt. Pepper Gallagher!’ Now that’s a name with respect at school,” Gene shouted, snapping his fingers. “Gender-neutral, too.”
Anaïs rolled her eyes, though she was laughing as well. “You’re all hopeless.”

The laughter dimmed when Donovan spoke again, quieter this time:
“It’s just… strange. All our lives we’ve seen you two fighting, pushing each other’s buttons… and now here we are, talking about baby names.”

The silence weighed again. Liam looked at Noel, who drew a long breath before meeting his son’s eyes.
“I know, Don. It’s not easy to take in. But Liam and I—we’ve figured things out. That’s what matters.”
“And believe me,” Liam added, trying to ease the mood, “I never thought I’d end up here either. But I’m happy. Really.”

Sonny broke the tension with another jab.
“Well, I just hope the baby doesn’t inherit Dad’s temper.”
Lennon burst out laughing. “You’d rather they got my dad’s personality?”
“Oi!” Liam swatted his arm. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”
Anaïs was laughing now too. “You lot are awful.”
“Awful but honest,” Sonny said, still grinning.

Noel pinched the bridge of his nose, half-exasperated but secretly relieved to see his kids laughing instead of fighting. “You’re going to traumatize this child before it’s even born.”
Liam smiled and added, “Deep down, though, you’re all already in love with this baby. I know it.”
Anaïs glanced around the table and nodded, her smile turning soft. “It’s true.”

But Gene wasn’t about to let things get too sentimental.
“Seriously though, we need to decide who’s on diaper duty. Because if it’s up to Dad, he’ll run off like he does with hotel trays.”
“I will do it!” Liam shot back defensively. “I can be a great dad again.”

The table erupted into laughter—even Donovan, who tried to keep a straight face but failed. Lennon laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
“That’s the scene I want to see!”
Noel rubbed his temples again. “And here I was hoping for a quiet coffee.”
“Not gonna happen,” Liam said, grinning.

Chapter Text

There were only a few minutes left before Liam had to leave for the venue. He sat at the edge of the hotel bed, his phone resting on his lap; his mind fixed on one thing: his mum. It had been days since he’d spoken to Peggy, since he’d told her about the pregnancy. The silence between them weighed on him, filling him with both anxiety and the desperate need to hear her voice.

He took a deep breath and pressed the button to call. After a few rings, the familiar voice answered:

“Liam?” Peggy’s tone was calm, though tinged with surprise.
“Mum… hi.” He exhaled, guilt pricking at him for waiting so long. “I… I wanted to talk to you about… the pregnancy.”
“Of course, love.” Her voice softened, though it still carried that ever-present worry. “I’ve thought a lot about what you told me. First, I want you to know I’m happy for you, but… it’s a lot to take in. You’re nearly fifty-three, Liam. And this is your first pregnancy.”

Liam gave a nervous laugh.
“I know, Mum… I know. It sounds mad even to me. But I’m actually excited. And… I feel ready.”
“I don’t doubt you,” Peggy said gently. “I’m just worried—about your health, the baby… and there’s the whole tour. How do you plan on balancing all that?”

Liam closed his eyes, picturing the relentless rhythm of shows, travel, rehearsals.
“I’ll have to be careful, I know. But I had a checkup, Mum. Everything’s fine—for me and the baby. Still, I know it’ll be tough. But… I want this. I want a child, Mum.”

Peggy sighed, the sound heavy with emotion.
“I know you do, Liam. And I… I’m proud of you. I just hope you’ll be patient—with yourself, and with everyone else. There’s still the public, the press…”
“I know.” Liam nodded, staring out the window. “It’s complicated. I’m still figuring out how to tell people. And Molly too. I don’t want her to feel blindsided or hurt.”
“That part won’t be easy. But if you’re honest—if she hears it from you—she’ll understand.” Peggy paused. “Liam, you’re not alone. You’ve got the family, the kids, and the people who love you.”

Liam smiled, the knot in his chest loosening slightly.
“Thanks, Mum. I needed to hear that.”
“All I want is for you to be happy and healthy, Liam. For this baby to come into the world with love and safety.” Her voice was softer now, maternal as always.
“They will, Mum. This baby will be loved more than anything.” Liam’s throat tightened with emotion. “And… I’ll tell everyone when the time’s right. Molly first, then the public. But carefully, you know?”
“You’ll do it the right way,” Peggy reassured him. “And remember—there’s no rush. You’re a grown man, you know what to do. Just don’t forget to live each moment, even with all the chaos of the tour and the media.”

Liam breathed deeply, smiling to himself.
“I promise, Mum. I really promise.”
Peggy chuckled softly.
“You’ve always been dramatic, Liam. But now… you’re more emotional than ever. I think this pregnancy’s affecting you more than you realize.”
Liam laughed, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders.
“Maybe it is. But… I think it’s the right kind of emotional.”
“Then go on, love. Do it your way—with care and with love. And remember, we’re all rooting for you.”
“Thanks, Mum. I love you.”
“I love you too, Liam. Always.”

Liam hung up and sat still for a few moments, staring at the blank screen. Then Debbie burst into the room.
“Liam!” she called, her voice bright but edged with urgency, as only Debbie could manage. “It’s time to head to the venue. Unless you want me to tell the fans their singer’s running late?”
Liam sighed, standing slowly. “I know, I know… I just needed a moment to breathe. I called my mum—it was good to talk to her.”
Debbie walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I know, love. Look—you’re at your best right now. Yes, pregnant, yes, nearly fifty-three, but you’re here, on stage, doing what you love. And I’m here to help with everything. Always.”
Liam looked at her, a smile of tenderness and exhaustion tugging at his face.
“Thanks, Debbie. For everything.” He squeezed her hand firmly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I’m your fiancée, Liam. It’s my duty.” She let out a playful laugh. “But more than that, you know… I love seeing you happy and safe.”
Liam chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re extra sentimental today, huh?”
“Always!” Debbie replied, laughing too. “Now come on—the stage is waiting.”

---

The second show in Mexico had just ended. The energy of the crowd still pulsed in Liam’s lungs as he walked through the backstage corridors, headphones dangling from his neck, sweat and adrenaline mixing with exhilaration. The stadium had been a sea of lights, screams, and applause—leaving the band drained but elated.

While Noel spoke with the crew, Liam found Lennon and Gene near a small table with water and snacks. They still looked hyped, joking and swapping comments about the performance.
“So, Mr. Gallagher,” Lennon said with a sly grin, his tone carrying a touch of mischief. “The show was brilliant, but you seemed a bit… distracted. Any special reason?”
Liam drew a breath and smiled, trying to play it cool.
“Actually, yeah. I’ve been thinking about how to tell Molly. It’s… complicated.”
Gene raised an eyebrow, curious. “Tell her? About the baby?”
“Exactly.” Liam sat down beside them. “She doesn’t know yet, and I want to do it properly. I don’t want her to feel left out—or blindsided.”

Lennon scratched his head, thoughtful. “Fair enough. But I think she’ll get it, honestly. You two are… well, you.”
“Agreed,” Gene said. “She already knows the Gallagher family’s mad as hell—it won’t be a total shock.”

Liam exhaled, comforted by their support.
“I just don’t want to rush it. I need the right moment. Not on tour, not through the press.”
“Then it’s simple,” Lennon said firmly. “Molly deserves to hear it first—from you. Not the media, not fans, not some random comment.”
“Exactly,” Gene added. “If you do it together, calmly, she’ll understand. She’ll back you. I’m sure of it.”

Liam smiled, the weight of fear lifting. “Thanks, lads. You have no idea what this means to me.”
Lennon clapped him on the shoulder. “Anytime, Dad. We’ve got your back.”

---

That night, the hotel in Mexico was quieter than usual. After the intense show, the band had retreated to their rooms, the hallways silent except for the distant hum of elevators. In their room, Noel and Liam sat side by side on the bed. Liam’s hands fidgeted against his knee, restless.
“I don’t know why you’re so nervous,” Noel said. “It’s Molly. She’s your daughter.”
“Exactly!” Liam shot back, voice rising. “She’s my daughter. We’ve never been that close. And now I’m about to dump it all at once: ‘Hi love, your dad and your uncle have been in love for decades and oh, by the way, I’m pregnant!’”
Noel huffed. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Me? Dramatic?” Liam ran his hands over his face. “She could feel betrayed. Like I didn’t trust her enough to tell her.”

Noel leaned closer, gripping his shoulder. “Rkid, look at me.” Reluctantly, Liam did. “Molly’s sharp—smarter than both of us put together. She’ll understand. I’d bet my guitar on it.”
Liam laughed nervously. “Not sure your guitar’s worth that much…”
“Shut up and call her.” Noel muttered, though a smile played on his lips.

They pulled out the phone and started a video call. Liam’s heart thumped as Molly’s face lit up the screen—at home on the couch, hair tied back messily, a tired but curious expression on her face.
“Hi, Dad! Hi, Uncle Noel!” she greeted, sitting up. “You both look weird… what’ve you done now?”

Noel and Liam exchanged a loaded glance. Liam cleared his throat, trying to find the words.
“Well, love… it’s just that… me and Noel… we’ve got something to tell you.”
“You’re not about to say you’re retiring, are you?” she cut in, joking. “Because I’m not ready to deal with that.”
“No, nothing like that,” Noel laughed. “It’s something else.”

Liam inhaled deeply and blurted it out:
“Me and your Uncle Noel… we’re together. Have been for a while. And… I’m pregnant.”

There was a second of silence. Liam held his breath, bracing for an explosion. But instead, Molly let out a laugh—light, almost amused.
“Seriously?” she asked, folding her arms. “Did you two really think I didn’t know?”
“What?” Liam’s eyes widened. “What do you mean you knew?”
Molly smirked. “Mum told me years ago. She knew about you two back in the ’90s. She just never said anything publicly because it wasn’t her place. And me? I kept it to myself.”
Noel dragged a hand down his face, stunned. “Lisa knew?”
“Of course she did, Uncle Noel. You were never as discreet as you thought.”

Liam sat gaping, mouth opening and closing without words. “So… all this time…?”
“All this time,” Molly confirmed, laughing at his expression. “I was just waiting for you two to finally grow a backbone and tell me.”

The silence broke when Noel grinned, clapping Liam’s knee.
“See? Told you she’d understand.”
Liam shook his head in disbelief, though laughter bubbled out of him. “You could’ve saved me a lot of sleepless nights, Molly.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” she teased. Then, softer: “But seriously, Dad—I’m happy for you. For both of you. And even happier knowing I’ll get a little brother… while having my own baby at the same time.”

Liam’s heart melted. His eyes watered as he squeezed Noel’s hand. “Thank you, love. You don’t know what this means to me.”
Molly smiled warmly. “Relax, Dad. I’m on your side. Always have been. And look at us—sharing pregnancies. Who would’ve thought? Just don’t even think about giving that baby some daft rockstar name, or I’m vetoing it.”
Noel burst into loud laughter. “Thank you, Molly! Finally, someone to help stop this idiot from naming the baby McCartney!”

Liam feigned outrage. “Oi! They’re classic names!”
“They’re dog names, Dad!” Molly shot back, laughing again.

The call stretched on, filled with jokes, memories, and promises to see each other soon. Molly promised that as soon as she could, she’d travel to see her dad and share her own pregnancy stories.

“She knew the whole time,” Liam murmured afterward, still stunned.
“And still accepted us without a blink,” Noel said, pulling him into an embrace. “Feels like things are finally falling into place.”
Liam closed his eyes, a soft smile spreading. “Yeah… feels like it.”

Chapter Text

The plane landed in London on a gray morning, typical of the city. The crew was tired but excited at the thought of two back-to-back shows at home and, most of all, the twenty-four days of rest before heading off again—this time to South Korea.

Liam, sitting next to Noel, sighed in relief as he looked out the window at the familiar streets. London, despite all its chaos, always felt like shelter. Noel discreetly slipped his fingers into his, a quick gesture so no one else would notice, but enough to draw a small smile from Liam.
“Two shows and then rest…” Noel murmured under his breath. “Feels like a dream.”
“The dream is having you and finally sleeping in my own bed without hotel hallway noise,” Liam replied with a laugh.

The boys were already ahead, chatting and joking around. Debbie, ever the organizer, was checking the schedule on her phone and coordinating their arrival.
“Alright,” she said, turning to the group. “We’ve got two days of shows at Wembley, then twenty-four days off. And during that break, I scheduled Liam’s exams.”
Liam raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Already?”
“Of course,” Emily said firmly but warmly. “We need to make sure you’re healthy enough to keep touring, and that the baby’s okay too.”
Sonny, walking just behind, couldn’t resist teasing: “See, Uncle, the ‘life manager’ is already running the show.”

Everyone laughed, even Liam. “Best manager I could ever ask for,” he shot back, slinging his arm around Debbie’s shoulders. She rolled her eyes but smiled.

Later, when they were alone, Liam took a deep breath, his expression serious as he looked at Noel.
“You know… I was thinking about something.”
“What?” Noel asked, curious.
“Would you… want to move in with me and Debbie?” Liam said suddenly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Like… officially. Not just while the tour’s on.”

Noel was silent for a few seconds, processing the question. Then a slow smile spread across his face.
“Are you asking me to move in, Liam? Like… finally share everything?”
Liam chuckled, trying to hide his nerves. “Yeah, kind of. I just thought… since we’re having a baby, and we’re already in this together, it makes sense.”

The moment was interrupted when the boys—Lennon, Gene, Donovan, and Sonny—walked in carrying bags of food.
“Lunchtime!” Lennon announced, tossing the bags onto the table.
Gene, ever the blunt one, raised an eyebrow. “What were you two talking about? You’ve got that look—like you were having a romantic moment…”
Liam jumped up quickly, trying to play it off. “Nothing much… just… adult stuff.”
Sonny didn’t miss his chance. “ ‘Adult stuff’ usually means kissing.”

The four burst out laughing, and Liam rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible.”

After the laughter died down, Noel explained, “Actually, we were talking about moving in together.”
The boys exchanged glances.
“Moving in?” Lennon asked.
“Well, we’re having a baby together… it just makes sense,” Liam said with a shrug.
“And where do we fit into this plan?” Sonny asked, pointing at himself and Donovan.

Liam laughed, holding up his hands. “Relax, relax! I was getting to that. If you want, you can live with us too. The house is big enough, and your dad wouldn’t survive being away from you anyway.”
Donovan took a moment to think, then smiled. “Alright then… we’ll move in. Sounds good.”
Lennon grinned. “Look at the bright side, Don. At least you’ll get decent food and someone else to argue with Sonny when he messes up.”
“Hey!” Sonny protested, but laughed along. “Actually, I like the idea. Could be fun.”
Gene, ever the thoughtful one, folded his arms. “So let me get this straight. You two are officially moving in together, those two are tagging along, and on top of that, there’s a baby coming. That about right?”
“Exactly,” Liam confirmed with a smile.
“Chaotic, but cool,” Lennon said, patting his dad on the shoulder.
“Let’s just hope that house doesn’t burn down,” Gene added with a laugh.

The morning before the first London show, Liam walked into the clinic with Debbie and Noel, a little nervous but trying to keep his humor intact.
“Ready, Liam?” the doctor asked warmly. “Let’s take a look at everything.”
“Ready… or at least pretending to be,” Liam answered, feeling his stomach twist.

Debbie squeezed his hand gently. “It’s going to be fine, Liam. I’m right here.”

The exam went smoothly—ultrasound, heartbeat, measurements. Every detail was carefully checked. At the end, the doctor reviewed the results before turning back to them.
“Great news,” he finally said. “The baby is healthy, with no signs of malformations. Everything looks exactly as it should.”
Debbie blinked, surprised and relieved. “No malformations at all?” she asked cautiously. “Really?”
“Yes,” the doctor said, a little curious. “Why do you ask?”

Liam and Noel exchanged a quick glance, smiling faintly but not answering. Liam just shrugged. “Just a normal worry, you know…”

The doctor continued, “Liam, given your age, I strongly recommend a C-section. That will reduce the risks for both you and the baby.”
“C-section…” Noel murmured, thoughtful. “I figured, but it’s good to have it confirmed.”
“Hey, don’t worry about me,” Liam added, slipping his arm around him. “We’ll get through it together. That’s all that matters.”

Then the doctor mentioned something that left both Noel and Liam stunned.
“Also, you should know you’ll start producing milk. It’s natural—even in a male pregnancy. It’s just another way your body is adapting for the baby.”
Liam’s eyes widened. “Producing milk…” he muttered, almost in disbelief.
Debbie chuckled softly, smiling. “Guess you’re in for a surprise, Liam. But it’s just another sign your body is handling this pregnancy perfectly.”

“Either way,” the doctor concluded, “everything suggests you can continue the tour. Just stick to the basics: eat well, rest when you can, and avoid pushing yourself too hard.”
“You got it,” Liam said. “I’ll follow everything.”
Debbie exhaled in relief. “So… everything’s okay. It’s just about being careful.”

“Congratulations, Liam,” the doctor added, handing him an envelope with the results. “The baby’s growth matches what we’d expect at about six weeks along, since you conceived in mid-August. The due date is May 2026.”

Noel froze for a moment, processing the words. “May 2026…” he repeated quietly. “That’s… my birthday month.”
He almost choked on the thought. “May?” His eyes widened. “That means… the baby could be born on the same day as me?”
“It’s possible,” the doctor said with a smile. “With a planned C-section, there’s some control over the date, but the priority is always the baby’s health.”
Debbie grinned. “Double celebration, Noel. You’ll love it.”

As they left the office, more at ease, Noel pulled Liam into a hug.
“Thanks for letting me be here with you,” Liam said, pressing his forehead to Noel’s. “I don’t know if I could do this alone.”
“Couldn’t do this alone?” Debbie piped up, pretending to be offended before smiling at them both. “Now it’s just about planning the rest of the tour and enjoying every second. This baby’s going to bring even more chaos.”
Noel sighed, wrapping his arm around Liam’s waist. “May 2026… I don’t know if I’m ready to share my birthday.”
“You selfish bastard,” Liam muttered, laughing.

Chapter Text

“OASIS REBORN AFTER 15 YEARS… BUT AN UNEXPECTED RUMOR THREATENS THE TOUR”
September 16, 2025

When the Gallagher brothers announced in 2024 that they had finally reconciled, the news spread across the world like wildfire. After 15 years of silence, public feuds, and vows never to speak again, Noel and Liam put their differences aside and confirmed a world tour. For many, it felt nothing short of a miracle.

Back in August 2009, backstage at Rock en Seine in Paris, Noel walked away from the band after yet another brutal argument. At the time, Liam was only 37, and Noel 42. The split was followed by insults traded through the press, interviews dripping with bitterness, and a wall of family silence that only grew thicker as the years went by. For over a decade, father and uncle stopped sharing moments with their kids together.

But now, in 2025, Liam (53) and Noel (58) are once again sharing the stage. The tour kicked off in July in Cardiff, moving through Europe, the Americas, and will also pass through Asia and Oceania, each show a true historic event. Tickets sold out within minutes, stadiums filled to the brim, and a generation collectively cathartic, witnessing something they never thought possible: Oasis reunited.

A SURPRISING RELATIONSHIP:

What’s catching the most attention isn’t just the music, but the brothers’ dynamic. For those expecting fights, slammed doors, and inflated egos, the tour has revealed the complete opposite: Noel and Liam seem closer than ever.

Backstage, according to sources, they’ve been seen laughing together, sharing meals, even leaning on each other for support. Onstage, the chemistry is undeniable: knowing glances, exchanged smiles, and a lightness few would’ve imagined after decades of a cold war.

This unexpected harmony, shocking to anyone who lived through the ‘90s and 2000s, raises the question: what changed?

LIAM GALLAGHER’S “NEW BEHAVIOR”:

Perhaps the biggest surprise lies with Liam himself. The frontman, infamous for his explosive temper, booze-fueled nights, and controversial remarks, seems like a different man.

He’s ditched alcohol and cigarettes entirely, sticking to tea and water. He avoids late-night escapades. His clothes have gotten looser, his energy onstage a touch more restrained—without losing the charisma that’s always defined him.

Yet whispers from hotel halls and backstage corridors tell another story: sudden nausea, abrupt breaks, and moments of fatigue. Still, Liam always returns with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

THE PREGNANCY RUMOR:

And here we land on the bombshell: our newsroom has received information from a reliable source within the tour crew claiming that Liam Gallagher is pregnant.

Yes, the headline sounds unbelievable. But as we connected the dots, the picture sharpened. Reported nausea in dressing rooms, sudden exhaustion, complete abstinence from alcohol, visible physical changes, and the ever-present Debbie Gwyther—labeled “fiancée,” but acting more like a caretaker and confidante.

If true, it would be historic. One of the most iconic frontmen in British music, at 53, pregnant in the middle of a world tour.

QUESTIONS WITHOUT ANSWERS:

If the rumor holds, obvious questions arise:

Who is the child’s father?

Will the tour continue through November?

Is a pregnancy at 53 safe?

And perhaps most intriguing: why the secrecy around something so significant?

ABSOLUTE SILENCE:

So far, neither Liam, nor Noel, nor anyone in the Gallagher circle has commented. What stands out even more is how they’ve been dodging the press. In recent interviews, questions about family or personal life were met with irony, vague answers, or simply ignored.

One thing, however, is clear: something is being hidden.

And if the pregnancy is real, Oasis may be experiencing not only an artistic rebirth but also a personal earthquake with massive consequences.

THE ROCK & RUMOUR VERDICT:

With the Gallaghers, nothing is ever simple. For years, they’ve given us immortal songs, explosive fights, and unforgettable headlines. Now, their comeback tour reignites the flame—but also sparks even wilder speculation.

Could Liam Gallagher, at 53, really be expecting a child? Could the birth in May 2026—the same month Noel turns 59—be what finally unites Britain’s most explosive musical family for good?

Until then, all the public can do is speculate. But one thing is certain: with the Gallaghers, reality always outshines fiction.

Chapter Text

The morning in London seemed tailor-made for them. Liam was lying on his back, smiling to himself as Noel covered his neck with lingering kisses. He shivered at each gentle bite, knowing exactly the spots where his skin was most sensitive.

“You’re going to leave me all marked,” Liam murmured, laughing softly.

“So what?” Noel replied between kisses. “Let everyone see that you’re mine.”

Liam’s laughter echoed through the room, muffled by the next kiss Noel stole from him. The morning went on slowly, filled with affection and desire, until an insistent sound broke the bubble: Liam’s phone started vibrating on the dresser.

He huffed, not wanting to move away, but Noel raised an eyebrow.
“Answer it. It might be important.”

Reluctantly, Liam picked up the phone, still feeling Noel’s kisses on his collarbone. When he saw the name on the screen—Gene—he was surprised. His son rarely called this early without a reason.

“Hey, son… what’s up?” Liam asked, his breath still quick from the kisses.

His voice came filled with anxiety: “Dad, have you seen what’s trending on Twitter? It’s everywhere!”

“Twitter? What the hell happened?” Liam sat up on the bed, suspicious.

Before Gene could explain, Noel’s phone started ringing. It was Anaïs. Noel answered immediately, his expression turning serious.

“Dad, for God’s sake, turn on the TV! Or open a website! It’s everywhere!”

Liam looked at Noel, confused. “What’s going on?”

Gene’s voice finally completed the sentence: “It’s about you, Dad… about the pregnancy.”

Noel abruptly got out of bed. “Excuse me?”

Meanwhile, Liam opened the app. In seconds, the shock hit him like a punch. At the top of the trending topics, in huge letters, he read:

“LIAM GALLAGHER PREGNANT?”

Liam almost dropped the phone.
“Oh, no…” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

Tweets multiplied in a cascade. Fans reposted tour videos, analyzing every gesture, every loose outfit, every time Liam touched his abdomen.
“He looks different!” one said.
“It’s pregnancy, for sure,” asserted another.

Among them, an anonymous tweet had gone viral:
"A source close confirms Liam Gallagher is expecting a baby."

Noel, still on the line with Anaïs, paced back and forth.
“Calm down, kid. We’ll handle this. Don’t tell anyone yet, okay?”

“It’s already on all the sites, Dad. Even Americans are talking about it. You have to say something,” her voice trembled.

“I know. Trust me.” Noel hung up and flopped back onto the bed, resting his head in his hands.

Liam’s phone continued to vibrate nonstop. Messages, calls, notifications from friends, family, and of course, journalists. A flood that seemed endless.

“I don’t know what to do, Noel…” Liam said almost in a whisper. “Everyone is going to know everything now…”

“Calm down,” Noel replied, holding his face firmly. “We’ll face it. You’re not alone.”

They exchanged a knowing look. The intimate morning had been invaded by the outside world, but it didn’t shake them. On the contrary, it reinforced their sense of partnership.

“You know what I think?” Liam said, a bit relieved. “It’s time we tell everyone ourselves. Before they invent more crazy theories.”

“I agree,” Noel replied, taking his hand. “We’ll do it our way.”

Chapter Text

"EXCLUSIVE: LIAM GALLAGHER CONFIRMS PREGNANCY IN SOCIAL MEDIA STATEMENT"
September 16, 2025

The music world was shaken this morning when Liam Gallagher, the eternal bad boy of Britpop, announced on social media that he is pregnant. Yes, you read that right: pregnant.

The news landed like a bombshell not only among fans but also across the international press, which until now had only fueled rumors and wild theories based on the singer’s recent behavior. And, of course, the announcement came in the most “Liam Gallagher way possible”: blunt, cheeky, and guaranteed to spark laughter.

On X (formerly Twitter), where Liam reigns supreme as king of sarcasm, he posted:
“Good morning, my angels. I’ve got some news: I’m pregnant. Keep praying for the rock’n’roll baby. 🍋✌️”

Within half an hour, the post had already racked up hundreds of thousands of likes, retweets, and replies.

But he didn’t stop there. True to form, Liam interacted with several fans, turning the announcement into a full-on online spectacle.

A fan asked:
“Is this for real or are you just hungover?”
Liam replied:

> “Hungover every day, but the baby’s real.”

Another user wanted to know if his assistant Debbie Gwyther, a constant presence on tour, and Liam were still a couple. Liam, with his trademark sharp tongue, shot back:

> “She’s the one who got me pregnant, love. Mystery solved.”

Another fan, in disbelief, wrote:
“This is a sick joke, Liam?”
Liam replied:

> “My whole life’s been a sick joke, but yeah the baby’s real.”

One follower also commented:
“But you already have four kids… and one you don’t even see! Why now?”
He fired back:

> “Because I hadn’t tried the right way yet. Next question.”

Someone even asked if the baby already had a name. Liam’s answer was pure Gallagher:

> “It’s gonna be called LEGEND. Just haven’t decided yet if it’s with a G or a J.”

THE OFFICIAL STATEMENT:
Shortly after the tweet storm, Liam also posted a black-and-white profile photo on Instagram, looking down with a discreet smile, captioned:
“A new chapter begins. The family grows. Thanks for the love, LG x”

The mix of sarcasm and tenderness divided opinions, but it also made it clear that, jokes aside, Liam is taking the pregnancy seriously.

THE BIG SECRET:
The announcement left one major question hanging: who’s the father?

So far, Liam hasn’t revealed it and, according to sources close to the family, doesn’t plan to anytime soon. “The family knows, but he wants to keep it private for now. It’s a personal matter and he doesn’t want to expose more than he already has,” a source said.

This decision has only fueled fans’ and the media’s curiosity. While some defend the singer’s right to privacy, others are busy coming up with increasingly creative theories—some plausible, others straight out of science fiction.

THE SHOW GOES ON:
While the internet exploded, Liam stuck to his tour schedule. No dates have been canceled and, according to those close to him, the singer is more energetic than ever on stage.

But now, every one of Liam’s performances is being closely watched—for his health, his movements, even his outfits.

After all, everyone wants to follow the progress of the most unexpected (and talked-about) pregnancy in British music.

Chapter Text

I slowly opened my eyes that morning. The room was quiet, with only the distant sounds of London waking up outside. Soft light filtered through the heavy hotel curtains, but I had no rush to get up. I rolled onto my side, and there he was: Noel, fast asleep.

It’s funny… I’ve spent most of my life fighting with this man, but now I couldn’t imagine a birthday without him by my side. I just stared, taking in every detail—the way his messy hair fell across his forehead, his heavy breathing, the slightly open mouth. He looked less grumpy while sleeping. Almost… handsome.

I got lost in the thought when Noel opened one eye, still half-asleep, and gave me that grumpy look I know so well. “What, bloody hell?” he muttered, his voice hoarse with sleep.

I smiled, already anticipating what was coming.
“Nothing, just looking at you. And waiting…”

He blinked slowly, pulled the blanket closer, and murmured:
“Happy birthday, you idiot.”

Then he came at me. His kiss started lazy, but soon turned intense, hot. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to make me shiver all over. One of his hands slid down my neck, and before I could say anything, I felt his teeth graze my skin. Noel and those damn bites on my neck… I’ll never admit it out loud, but it’s my weakness.

“Best birthday present ever,” I murmured between low laughs, as he trailed his mouth down my shoulder.
“Haven’t even started yet,” he replied, his mouth brushing against my skin.

It was warm, intimate, almost teenage-like, as if the years hadn’t passed. The world outside could have been falling apart, but in that room, it was just the two of us. And I was loving every second. Thinking that if every birthday started like this, I’d never complain about getting older.

However, the universe seemed to have other plans. The door suddenly opened, and a cheerful voice echoed: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, UNCLE LIAM!”

I quickly pulled away from Noel, adjusting the blanket as if I could hide anything. Anaïs came in first, radiant, holding a poorly wrapped gift. Gene followed right behind, his playful smirk clearly showing he knew he’d interrupted something.

“I see Mr. Gallagher is enjoying his birthday the best way possible,” he said, laughing while raising a suggestive eyebrow.
“Shut up, kid,” I replied, laughing too, feeling my face heat up. Noel, of course, burst into laughter, completely unbothered by the teasing.

Anaïs jumped onto the bed, lying next to me and handing me the package.
“Gene and I made it together,” she said, excitedly.

I carefully opened the package and found a photo album with a sleek black cover. On the first pages, a few photos were already pasted: moments of us, concert snapshots, candid portraits. Her always-sensitive eye had a way of turning any scene into something special. The rest of the album was blank, waiting to be filled.

I held the album carefully, feeling a lump in my throat.
“This is wonderful, Anaïs… seriously. Best present I could ever get.”

She smiled proudly and said:
“I left plenty of space. I want to fill this album with the next stories… including the baby.”

Gene, who had been enjoying the scene until then, added:
“Yeah, mate… next year that album’s going to be a lot fuller.”

Ever-curious, Anaïs gestured with a camera in hand, pretending to snap a photo.
“I’m documenting everything. From the growing belly to when the baby is born. You won’t escape my lens.”

I looked at Noel, who rolled his eyes but was smiling in his subtle way. It was my first birthday being pregnant, and having Anaïs and Gene there, laughing and bringing lightness, made everything even more special.

After a few more minutes laughing and flipping through the album Anaïs gave me, we went down to the kitchen together. The smell of fresh coffee already filled the hallway, mixed with the clatter of dishes and voices.

Inside, we found Debbie, Donovan, and Sonny already at the table, laughing at something.

“Happy birthday, Liam!” they said almost in unison as they saw me.

Debbie got up to hug me and kissed my cheek.
“How was the surprise from the two intruders?” she asked, pointing at Anaïs and Gene.

Before I could answer, Gene grinned mischievously:
“Ah, it was amazing. Just… leaving out the part when we walked in the room—you two were… uh… having fun early in the morning.”

Anaïs couldn’t hold back a laugh, covering her face with her hand.

Sonny widened his eyes and immediately made a dramatic vomiting noise, slapping the table.
“I did not need that mental image, seriously!” he exclaimed.

Donovan, of course, didn’t miss the chance to join his brother.
“Argh, can someone give me my appetite back?” he said, theatrically covering his eyes. “I just wanted to eat breakfast in peace, and now I’m going to have nightmares.”

“Hey, show some respect!” I protested, laughing. “It’s envy, it must be.”

“Envy?” Sonny raised an eyebrow. “At most, pity for my ears having witnessed that info.”

“Ah, shut up, kid,” I said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

As everyone settled, Donovan leaned over the table with a teasing look:
“But hey, since we’re in birthday mode, let me remind you of something important, Uncle Liam.”

“Here we go…” I sighed.

“Just reminding you,” Donovan said, leaning over the table with a proud smile, “that tomorrow is my birthday. The day after yours, Uncle. You owe me gifts. Lots of gifts. You missed several of my birthdays and never made up for it. So now I think it’s time to pay your debt.”

I pretended to think, scratching my chin.
“Well, it’s not really my fault, is it? If you want to blame someone, blame your mum, Sara.”

“My mum?” Donovan’s eyes went wide.
“Yeah. She didn’t like me much, never made things easy. So if I owe anything, it’s her fault.”

Everyone laughed, including Noel, who just shook his head. Donovan, however, continued looking at me, incredulous.

“You’re telling me I went years without birthday presents because mum didn’t like you?”
“Exactly that. Confirmed, with the utmost seriousness. A generational tragedy.”

Sonny burst into laughter.
“Mate, that’s the flimsiest excuse I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s not an excuse, it’s historical truth,” I replied, laughing as well. “But relax, I’ll start making up for it. Today you can choose something.”

“Great!” Donovan cheered. “Then make it a double gift, since my birthday’s tomorrow.”

After a few more jokes, coffee spills from Sonny, and Donovan arguing over the last piece of cake, we finally calmed down.

Noel squeezed my hand discreetly under the table, and when our eyes met, I felt I didn’t need anything else for my birthday.

Maybe this was the first birthday where I felt I lacked nothing. I had Noel, my kids, Anaïs, Donovan, Sonny, and even Debbie, who had always been by my side. And now, I also had the expectation of a new life growing inside me.

Amid the chaos of that noisy kitchen, I realized I couldn’t have asked for a better present.

Chapter Text

I woke up first that morning, as always. I turned my head and saw Noel sleeping with his mouth slightly open, his hair messy, and that peaceful expression he only had when he let himself relax. I reached out, running my fingers along his face until his eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Morning, Liam,” he murmured, voice still husky from sleep.
“Morning,” I replied, stealing a slow kiss. “You should sleep like this more often, you know? You look ten years younger.”

He laughed. “Ten? Fuck off.”

I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the curve of his shoulder. He gave a low groan and smiled.
“Starting the morning assault already?” he mumbled, still half-asleep.
“Of course,” I said with a laugh. “Not my fault you look this irresistible.”

He pulled me by the back of the neck, and we kissed slowly—until it inevitably deepened. It was almost like our secret morning ritual: before the noise of the house, before breakfast, before the world even knew we were awake, we had that moment just for us.

We were caught in that rhythm when Noel’s phone started buzzing on the nightstand. He ignored it at first, but it kept vibrating.
“Must be important,” I muttered, reluctantly pulling away.

He picked it up, glanced at the screen, and raised an eyebrow.
“It’s Matt.”
I rolled my eyes instantly. “The comedian?”
“The one and only.”

Noel answered the call. Matt’s voice was so loud I could hear it clearly from where I was. He started off laughing, cracking some random joke, and then got to the point: he wanted to meet up with Noel later for a drink, to “catch up like old times.”

Noel looked at me, silently asking for permission.
“If you wanna go, go ahead,” I said, trying to sound casual—but my tone came out colder than I meant.
He noticed, of course. He always does.

“I’m only going if you come with me,” he said firmly. “No discussion.”
I sighed. Part of me wanted to refuse. But the other part—the one that didn’t want to leave him alone with that guy—spoke louder.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll go.”

The night came quickly. We met Matt at a small bar in South London—the kind that tries to look casual but has a waiting list for tables. He greeted Noel with an over-the-top hug, nearly knocking him off his chair.

“Noel Gallagher! The man, the myth, the legend!” he shouted, drawing half the bar’s attention. “And Liam, of course—the most rock ‘n’ roll dad-to-be in England!”

I forced a humorless smile. “Cheers, mate.”

Matt didn’t seem to notice my discomfort. He spent the whole night making jokes—about the waiter, the music, even the size of the glasses. Noel laughed at some, rolled his eyes at others, but he looked relaxed overall. I, on the other hand, felt that knot in my stomach growing.

Every time Matt touched Noel’s arm to emphasize a joke, every time he called him “my war buddy,” I felt a stab of jealousy. I knew it wasn’t rational—but I couldn’t help it.

“So, Liam,” Matt said suddenly, grinning in that provoking way. “How’s the whole pregnancy thing going so far? Any weird midnight cravings yet? Like… fish and ice cream?”
“Not yet,” I answered dryly. “But if it happens, I’ll let you know.”

Noel gave me a warning look, silently telling me to behave. But Matt didn’t catch it.

“You know,” he went on, “the whole pregnancy and reunion thing—best news of the year! I nearly fell off my chair when I read it in the paper. You two are a gift to British pop culture.”

I shrugged, hoping he’d drop the subject. But he didn’t.

“Actually,” he said excitedly, “I was gonna ask—you’d be amazing on my podcast, Liam.”

I looked at Noel immediately. He stiffened, clearly not thrilled by the idea.
“I don’t know if that’s—” Noel started, but I cut him off.
“I’ll do it.”

They both stared at me, surprised. Hell, I was surprised too by how quickly I’d said it. But something inside me wanted to accept—maybe pride, maybe the urge to prove I could handle Matt without losing it.

“Seriously?” Matt’s grin widened. “Mate, that’s gonna be legendary! Liam Gallagher on my podcast—the world’s gonna lose it!”

Noel rubbed his temples like he already had a headache coming.

The conversation went on, but I barely listened. I was too busy trying to keep my jealousy in check every time Matt leaned a little too close to Noel or laughed a little too loud.

At one point, when Matt made another stupid joke and Noel laughed hard, I couldn’t take it anymore. Matt was talking about some ridiculous story involving the two of them, but I didn’t even hear the details.

Noel was laughing, shaking his head. “It was a disaster, but hilarious once it was over.”
“Yeah,” I said flatly. “At least someone had fun.”

They both stopped laughing. Matt looked confused, and Noel frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Liam?” Noel asked.
I shrugged. “Nothing. Just fascinating to learn you’ve got all these amazing memories with Matt.”

Matt chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, don’t get jealous, mate. I swear I don’t steal taken men.”
“Good,” I shot back, raising my glass of non-alcoholic beer. “Because I don’t have the patience to share my brother with another inflated ego.”

The joke came out sharper than I intended. The silence that followed was painfully awkward.

Matt gave a nervous laugh and glanced at Noel. “Well… you always said he was direct.”
“Yeah,” Noel replied, forcing a smile. “Always has been.”

After that, the conversation limped on, but the easy mood was gone. Every time Matt spoke, all I saw were his hands gesturing too close to Noel. I knew I had no reason to feel like this, but jealousy doesn’t play by logic.

When we finally said goodbye, Matt tried to smooth things over.
“That was fun, lads. And Liam—mate—congrats on the pregnancy,” he said sincerely. “Pleasure meeting you.”
“Yeah, the pleasure’s all yours,” I replied, not even bothering to smile.

The driver was waiting by the curb. We climbed into the back seat, and I shut the privacy screen, staring out the window. Noel stayed quiet for a while before clearing his throat.
“You wanna tell me what that was back there?”
“What was what?” I said, eyes still on the glass.
“You know damn well what.”

I sighed and turned to him. “I just don’t get what you see in that guy.”
“Matt? He’s funny, smart, a good mate.”
“And annoying as hell.”

Noel crossed his arms. “Liam…”
“What?” I cut in. “I can’t think the guy’s unbearable?”
“You can—but you don’t have to be rude about it. He didn’t do anything to you.”
“Yeah, except monopolize your attention all night,” I muttered.

He huffed, and silence filled the car again. For a moment, all I could hear was the soft hum of the engine.
“You’re jealous,” he said finally.
“I’m not,” I lied.
“You are.” He chuckled quietly. “You make the same face every time someone gets near me.”

I looked at him. “And you like it, don’t you?”
“Like what?”
“Pushing me. Seeing how far you can go before I lose it.”

Noel smiled, half amused, half tired. “Liam, if I wanted to push you, I’d have left you at home.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re unbearable.”
“And you’re dramatic.”

I checked to make sure the driver wasn’t listening—and apparently he wasn’t, or he was a damn good actor.

After a few minutes, the tension softened. I took a deep breath and said, more quietly:
“It’s just that sometimes I forget you belong to the world too. That you have friends, a life… all that.”
“I don’t belong to the world, Liam,” Noel said seriously. “I belong to you.”

Those simple words completely undid me. I fell silent, watching the city lights of London blur past the window, trying to hide the smile creeping across my face.

When the car stopped in front of our house, he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.
“Come on,” he said, opening the door. “Before you find a reason to pick a fight with the driver too.”
I laughed, following him out. “Don’t tempt me, Gallagher.”

We climbed the stairs side by side, and when we reached the bedroom, he looked at me with that lazy half-smile that always destroys me.
“For all your complaining, I know you like seeing me smile.”
“Only when I’m the reason for it.”

He smiled again—just to tease me, of course. But this time, I let him. Because deep down, that was what I loved most about him: the way he could drive me mad and still make everything feel light in the end.