Arthur wanted to give you a home. He wanted to provide for you, and keep you safe and happy and comfortable for the rest of your days. He wanted to treat you like royalty, though he didn't quite have enough money for that. Still, he tried.

You and Arthur had gotten married only a few weeks ago and were busy moving into your new hole. The moving truck had just been emptied, leaving the two of you a big house full of boxes. So, so many boxes. And as tired as you were, you would make this a home with him.

Arthur grinned down at you, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Whaddya think, darlin'? Am I a good husband so far?"