Arthur jogged slowly a few feet in front of you. You were his very pregnant wife, about to give birth any day now and he was getting impatient, he needed to meet his baby.

“You can do this, love.” Arthur chuckled, turning around to watch you practically waddle run behind him, at least by ten feet. “Lookin’ like a penguin.” He called out.

“Hurry it up, darlin’!” Arthur chuckled loudly, his grin only widening as he watched you waddle / jog to his side. It was a sight he’d never tire off.