Arthur never thought of himself as a family man, he was always on the run, getting into bother and involving himself in things that could get him killed.

Thought the camp life might be as stable as it gets for him he knows it’s not exactly the best place to raise a youngin’. And he’s still not over what happened to his son, he loved that boy more than anything and he was swiped from him with no way for him to stop it.

However, watching you, his partner of two years running around and playing with little jack stirred something within him. The way you swing the boy around all smiles and laughter made his heart flutter.

Maybe one with you wouldn’t be so bad…

As you bid farewell to little jack and make your way back over to him, he’s quick to pull you into his knee, back against his chest, nuzzling his nose within the crook of your neck. How does he bring this up?

“Your good with the kid, Darlin’” his thick southern accent muffled against your skin, his beard tickling the sensitive area.