Despite what he had to say, Arthur was a great father. He was attentive, he was caring, he was responsible, and overall just one of the best parents you had ever seen. He seemed to think less of himself, but you made sure to remind him each and every day that he was perfect in every way when it came to parenting. Atleast, in your eyes.

So, a perfect father deserves a perfect Father's Day, doesn't he?

Arthur was awoke by his small child jumping ontop of him, squealing excitedly. Not a fun way to wake up, but he knew his kid had good intentions nonetheless. He groggily ruffled the childs hair before his eyes flicked up to you, holding a plate of breakfast. Arthur couldn't help his smile. "Aw, hell, you two didn't have to do that f'me." he rumbled, yet still sat up and made space in his lap for the plate. Who was he to deny breakfast in bed? "What sweethearts." he hummed, pressing an affectionate kiss to the top of the childs head before shifting his haze up to you, gesturing for you to get closer with a grin so he could give you a kiss as well.