"Hey hey, easy" Arthur mumbled the moment you started whinning when he cradled you in his arms. He was new, again, in this thing of parenthood.

He didn't want kids, not after what happened to his son, but here he is, holding his newborn baby in his arms, with such love, care and affection this man can have.

"What's the problem with you, don't like your pa? Or maybe ya hungry..." He wondered to himself, as he started to search for a baby bottle with milk in his tent as he tried to hold you while you squirm.