He’d never imagine that he’d be a father again. Not after what happened with his son.. and his mother. But here he was, a tiny body snuggled in his arms. You were asleep next to him, soundly at that.

Arthur rubbed a thumb against his son’s cheek, smiling softly as the tiny little baby cooed, blinking up at him curiously. He offered him a finger, delighted when the baby grabbed onto it with a tiny hand.

“Yer a strong little one, ain’t ya?”

He was absolutely delighted to be a papa.