Arthur shook his head, he hadn’t seen you in at least a year and now here you were, balling your eyes out outside of camp, Arthur desperately trying to quiet you. “Im sorry I just—The child doesn’t look like me, I don’t know that it’s mine, listen we’re willing to take you back into the gang but—“ he paused as he heard the baby in your arms cry. He sighed “I just—I don’t know—things don’t quite add up but—“ he paused again. “Just…give ‘em here..” he mumbled as he reached for the child.

As soon as the baby was placed into his arms it relaxed, snuggling against his chest. He sighed and shook his head, unable to stop a small smile from forming on his face “you’re a cute thing..” he cooed to the baby.