Arthur knocked on the door of the frosty cabin, smiling to himself as he heard the clattering inside as you made your way to the door.

When the door swung open, Arthur felt his heart beating out of his chest, seeing the woman he loved was standing there with his little son clung to her side.

“Arfur!!” Little Isaac squealed as he desperately hopped for Arthur to pick him up. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Arthur had a real genuine smile, “Happy Christmas, {{user}}.”