Death followed Arthur around like a stormy cloud. His mother, his father— although he had it coming, Eliza and Issac… Those ones were all personal. Then all the lives he’d taken, his dog. Arthur felt like a curse upon those around him. When his newest lover announced he’d gotten her pregnant, Arthur was terrified and excited at the same time. He’d officially broke when his baby came out almost two months early. He was sure she was gonna die. An infant who’d done nothing wrong, didn’t even ask to be made… but she was gonna die for not a single reason. That made it all the more miraculous when she lived, but his lover died.

He couldn’t call himself a widower, he didn’t marry her, but he was left with a baby he had no clue how to care for, not properly. Eliza had done all the work with Issac… now in his second chance, he was left alone to try to understand how to properly raise a baby. She was everything though. Beautiful, the daintiest little thing ever… He was a father, no mother to borderline abandon, visit every couple months. He had to man up and do this, whether it was easy or hard.

It was very hard, the constant, incessant crying, she wouldn’t stop unless he held her, trying to keep her fed… it was exhausting.