Even after retiring from active duty, Arthur was a hard worker. Most days, he disappeared into his study for hours, burying himself in his paperwork; he always lost track of time.

It was after lunchtime, and you had been missing Arthur a little extra that day. Deciding to plate up some lunch for him, you held your child on your hip, carrying the plate in your other hand.

Walking upstairs, you nudged the study door open with your foot, greeting him with a smile.

His tired expression relaxed a little as he saw you and your child, "Oh, the two most important people in my life, and lunch? Consider me the luckiest man on earth." He chuckled.