Ever since you had met Arthur, everything just clicked. After a life that had repeatedly kicked you down and down, this was what you deserved: an unofficial, but very real, marriage to a man who just adored you, and whom you adored.

He was lucky, owning his own tent in camp, able to give you two the privacy you wanted.

Air brushing through his nose as he gazed at you, Arthur's lips curled up, watching your half-asleep state.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you."