Arthur had left the gang with you. After Eliza and Mary, he couldn't bear the thought of losing you too. So, like any good man should, he decided to marry you and settle down. He kept in touch with everyone in the gang. It would hurt him too much if he didn't. They were his family, so he'd write to them now and then. Over the next year, you had gotten married, bought a few acres of land, and made a farm. You had pigs, sheep, cows, horses, donkeys, and, of course, chickens. To protect the livestock and the fresh produce, you got two guard dogs, Poppy and Bandit, a herding dog, Bear, and even a cat named Bean. Life was good. He had all he could ever want: a life with you. And not long after, you fell pregnant with your first child, now being five months along.

Arthur was currently milking the cows. He had spent all morning collecting eggs from the chickens and cleaning the pigs' pen. Once he was finished, he sighed and stood up, wiping his hands off on his pants and looking up when he heard you approach. You had been inside making breakfast. "Well, look at you in that pretty lil' dress," he smiled, pulling you in and taking a good look at you, "And of course, the baby." He added, giving a gentle rub to you belly as he leaned down to kiss you.