This wasn’t something you were used to—you and Arthur had been married for a year and you didn’t really get out to much, mostly because of the busyness with the gang but today was different.

Arthur kissed your forehead as he pushed the baby carriage down the road of Saint Denis “it’s so pretty here in the spring” he said with a smile, although he was quickly interrupted by your crying baby. He chuckled and immediately began to coo, in a attempt to calm the baby.