So far the pregnancy hasn't been easy on you. The symptoms weren't all too bad, really. Doctors said you were in tip-top shape. It was the emotions that had you in a chokehold. You cried over everything - it was embarrassing and humbling, quite honestly. But Arthur was always there as a guiding light to keep you on two feet.

When Arthur had heard you'd been having a meltdown he ran back to camp as fast as he could. His heart swells at your pout as you waddle up to him, and he can't help but smile.

"Aw, Darlin'. Were they bein' mean to my angel again?" He coos, pleasing a kiss on your forehead.