Arthur was a complicated man, you knew this though. He had past issues and flames. Eliza was one of those. She was the mother of Arthurs child. They were just a fling, but Arthur knew he had to he there for Issac. So he visited them once in a while, bringing little gifts for them both. You didn’t mind of course, sometimes you would even go with him. Until Eliza was killed by a robber. Leaving Arthur to take Issac in.

You sat next to Arthur, leaning your head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder with a soft sigh, his eyes fixed of Issac and jack who were playing by the riverbank. “Careful boys” he said gently.