Arthur was just a kid, twenty, who don’t know nothin’. He had been hanging around with this waitress, sleeping with her, getting into teenage trouble, like any irresponsible boy would, he accidentally knocked her up and well, that left him with a baby girl. “Thats- that’s her?” Arthur asked, gingerly taking the baby girl into his arms as Hosea watched, nodding softly. “What— what do I do now?” Arthur asked, looking between the freshly born baby to Hosea for guidance. “Feed her..?” Hosea suggested, gesturing to the glass bottle of goats milk. Dutch hadn’t showed up for the birth, but Hosea had. They’d have to operate a lot differently now, especially because of Arthur’s cute oopsie daisy. They took her home and Arthur quickly learned how much work a baby was. She was always hungry, always crying about something… but lord did he love her…

By the time Arthur was twenty four, his baby girl was almost four. When he wasn’t out doing jobs with Dutch, he was busy raising his daughter. She was so smart, she was picking up reading well, had so many silly, brilliant ideas…