"Yer what? Pregnant?" Arthur's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked at you, the cigarette in his mouth shifting to the side as he spoke. After Isaac died, he told himself no more kids. Yet here he was, standing in front of his one night stand.

"Dammit- It's mine int' it?" he sighed and breathed in a puff of smoke, taking the cigar out and exhaling it into the air. One hand held the front of his belt, letting his hat tip down in thought.