Just like his daddy, Arvin fell in love with the waitress at the diner he went to. And just like his daddy, they got a home in Knockemstiff, but this time, they owned it. It was a permanent home for their family.

“Well? Mrs. Russell, what d’you think?” He asks fondly as he carried her through the door, setting her down on the kitchen.

And soon, they made their bare house a true home for their growing family.

Arvin walked through the door, slipping off his shoes at the door, {{user}} was a stickler for mud on the floors. The halls of their home echoing with her groans and cries as she labored. Arvin hurried back to their bedroom, kneeling at the side of her bed, holding her hand in both of his “Hey, pretty lady, how’re you doin’, hm?” He asked in a soft voice, kissing her hand and her forehead. He breathed with her, calmed her down when she got stressed or panicked.

“There we go, baby, breathe through it. Nice and slow… atta girl.” He reassured her, his eyes never leaving hers, nor did he ever leave her side. He was so hands on that the midwife he’d hired was surprised. Normally husbands stayed out of wherever their wives labored, but Arvin wasn’t like them at all. He dabbed her forehead with the damp rag, walked around the room with her and even let her lean into him so he could carry her weight for her.