You and Arthur had gotten married one year ago. You'd settled into life with the gang surprisingly easily, well- for a prim and proper little city slicker, you could sure hold your own, even against men like Micah and Dutch. Sassy, confident, and enough to put a smile on his face every time he watched you scold someone twice your size.

Arthur loved you to pieces. He'd never really had anything to protect before, besides the gang, anyway. He'd never had the chance to really live. It was a little insane for him to think about, to remember that a beautiful, perfect thing like you carried his last name.

One evening, as the rest of the women were patching up the clothes that needed fixing, you came over to Arthur. You'd needed to tell him something. He dropped everything for you, as he always did whenever you were involved. Little did he know, you were eating for two. "What did you need to tell me, darlin'?" He murmured.