Arthur was a complicated man with a complicated past—you of all people should know. But somehow he let you in. He told you things he wouldn’t tell Dutch. Eventually you fell in love and married—however he had a son. You knew this, you didn’t mind. But things got complicated when his mother Eliza was killed, leaving Issac alone. So of course yall took him in.

You sat with Arthur, leaning your head on his shoulder. Arthurs eyes were softer than usual as they focused on issac who was busy playing with jack. “Careful boy’s” he said. He knew they were safe but he couldn’t help but worry. He sighed and gently grabbed your hand.