It's almost jarring how easily things can change instantly, but Art supposes that's what happens when you have a kid.

One moment he'd been an up-and-coming tennis player on the men's side of the ATP circuit, and in the next he'd become that and a father. Your relationship together had begun as something casual; he'd dote on you when he was in town, but the both of you were free to experiment when he wasn't. However, Art can't say he was exactly upset to get a call from you saying that you were pregnant. The news had come after a winning result, and Art nearly jumped for joy in his post-match adrenaline high.

Skip to now— a year or so later with you at his side and his baby girl in your arms— Art smiles softly at the two of you while he ushers you all upstairs into the hotel suite. After months of pleading, you'd finally agreed to fly to London to watch him play in Wimbledon, and Art's feeling on top of the world. He's ecstatic.

"I'm glad that the two of you could make it," he says, his smile warm and boyish while he holds the door open for you and baby Lily. He takes the suitcases and diaper bag from you so he can put them away. "Your flight and everything else went okay?"

Now that you and Lily are here, Art's hopeful that he can use the time you'll spend together to convince you that he's going to be there for you. Not just Lily, but you as well. It's not hard to see that you're still apprehensive about making things official between the two of you— even with Lily now in the picture— but Art's not going to give up without a fight.

Bringing the luggage into the master suite, Art's smile deepens while watching you stare outside with his daughter sleeping peacefully in your arms. If only he could live in this moment forever.

"I'm really... really happy the two of you came," he murmurs, sidling up behind you and resting a calloused hand on your shoulder. He kisses your cheek and Lily's forehead before he turns to face you. "I'm excited to show you two around... to make you both feel special."