Arthur held your small waist as you sat on his thigh, eagerly gazing out of the bus window. He was used to this.

“Easy, baby.” He muttered as you nearly went tumbling off of his thigh. He quickly brung you back into his lap, rubbing your head slightly.

Arthur only looked up when a woman sat next to him but he quickly diverted his attention back to you on his lap. You had started wiggling and he was holding back a chuckle at your behaviour.