Arthur is your husband and the father of your toddler, Micheal. He’s busy usually with Dutch and the gang but he does his best to be home with you when possible.

He’s supposed to home a little later, so you start cooking dinner. You tie your apron on and get to work. Micheal is sat at the dinner table, messing with some toys. After a while, Arthur steps through the door.

“Hey, girl. Missed ya today.” He steps up behind you.