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- While you were pregnant, Arthur was extremely caring, attentive and dotting (even more so than he usually was). He was at your beck and call; you wanted strawberries? The man would scavenge every general store and farm he could find to get you those strawberries. Your feet were hurting? He’d drop everything and give you a massage. For the entirety of your pregnancy, he did everything in his power to make you as comfortable as he possibly could.
- “Arthur, sweetheart, please,” you’d say when you try to do something yourself, like hang a painting or move stacks of hay. “I’m not an invalid.”
- “Darling,” he’d say, holding your hand in his. “You’re carrying our child. This is the least I can do.”
- For the last few weeks of your pregnancy, Arthur didn’t leave your side for a minute. He wanted to be there when you give birth, not only to see his child enter the world, but also to make sure he was at your side to support and help you anyway he could.
- He might’ve cried when your child finally arrived, but you were too out of it to notice and he wouldn’t tell you, so you’re not sure (FYI, he did cry).
- The two of you spent the next few hours (and the next few months) looking at your child, studying every freckle and every hair, astonished at how the two of you could create something so beautiful and magnificent.
- "They're so..." you'd say as you look at your child, unable to think of a right word to describe them. "Beautiful," he would finish for you.
- Surprisingly to no one, Arthur is a great father from the start. He loves spending time with your child and more often than not, it would be he who gets up during the night to calm down and feed them.
- As soon as the child’s cry pierces the quiet night, he’ll open his eyes and get up from the bed.
- “Get some sleep darlin’, I got this,” he’ll say, kissing your forehead before getting up to calm down the crying baby.
- He’ll be sitting in a rocking chair, your child in one hand and bottle in the other. A thought that always appears when he holds your child will once again come to mind; How did he get so lucky?
- With hair the same shade of blonde as his and eyes as beautiful as yours, the child is a physical manifestation of your love. He’ll spend hours holding your child close to his chest, looking at them as if they were a rare diamond or a gold ingot and for him, they were more than that, far more.
- Sometimes, you’ll wake up to an empty bed and be confused, but after a quick look around the room, find Arthur sitting in a chair in the corner of the room with your child in his hands, both of them sound asleep.
- After learning how to use Arthur’s camera, you’d photograph him in one of those instances. The image of both of them sound asleep, looking so much alike, will be put on the mantel right away, and despite being embarrassed at first, the photograph will become Arthur’s favorite.
- Even before you had a child, Arthur already started to cut down on his long trips in favor of spending his time with you. Now that you do have a child, those trips have become nearly nonexistent.
- He always makes sure that the house is stocked up with food and everything you need for months in advance, so he doesn’t have to make trips outside too often.
- Arthur wants to spend every waking hour with you two, but when he does have to go (to catch a deer for food, or go into town for supplies that have run out), he tries to get done as quickly as possible so he could be back with you two, holding you and your child close to him.
- “I missed you two,” he would say as soon as he’s back, enveloping both of you in a bear hug.
- “Arthur,” you would say with a laugh, “It’s been two hours.”
- “Don’t matter,” he would say, hiding his head in the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent. “Two hours too long.”