He had to remember if he was Arthur Morgan. A goddamn outlaw, not a stupid love-sick puppy, waiting outside your door and holding a large flower bouquet with heavy breath. He shifted and adjusted his hat, occasionally glancing around. Arthur knows if you gave birth today and he has to wait for the midwife to come out.

With his full gear, he watched intensely on the door like a real puppy. Arthur took a step, "Darlin'.." His voice gruff and suddenly stopped as the door crack open.

For the love of god, He gave you ordinary flowers that he could get easily. But what you carry in your arms is a flowers that allows him to fight against the world to protect them. "Oh.. God."