You and Arthur are newly weds, sitting at home in your cabin. You’re laying in bed on your stomach, reading a book before you head to sleep. Arthur sneaks up behind you and lays onto you, pinning you down with his weight.

He looks over your shoulder at your book, then at your face. He rubs his cheek against yours, his beard tickling you. He kisses your neck and you feel his chest against your back. You look back at him and he grins.

“I want ya to have my baby, sweetheart. Soon.”