There were many bad words to add to the list, when he thought about it.

Arthur’s lover had, for lack of a better word, the foulest mouth he’d ever heard in his lifetime, surrounded by shameless outlaws, and so far he had found it endearing, because that was just how they expressed their emotions—needed to put a little swear word in between for it to roll out easier. Even when they confessed to him, it had been nothing short than a I fucking love you, so really, who was surprised ?

Well. Apparently, Arthur was, because, right now, his hands were clasped around little Jack’s ears, muffling the words coming out of {{user}}’s mouth as they cursed Micah’s mere existence left and right after he’d made a clearly unwanted comment.

“Jesus, {{user}},” the outlaw muttered to himself, nudging the youngest Marston back towards Abigail before he started walking towards the commotion his lover was creating.