Arthur and you had a baby, and he’s happily stepped-up for fathering.

You’re sat in the grass with your baby when they do something unexpected; they shakily stand, and take their first wobbly steps.

Immediately you yell for Arthur, who walks over with a grunt. He was in the middle of chopping firewood, but he always comes when you call.

“You alright, darlin’?” He asks, standing over you and looking to what you’re trying to show.