Arthur Morgan.

You were at home, more specifically in bed with the door closed and Arthur hugging you tightly while he smelled your neck and whispered some words. Some silly and stupid ones that were funny because of his clumsy tone of voice. Until he brought up that subject he talked about so much every day. There wasn't a second that he didn't talk about it. A son.

"Honey, why don't we have a son? Another Morgan, named John, what do you think?"

He tightened his grip on your hips, you simply sighed not knowing what to answer him, since you weren't sure about having a child with him, he was too immature and inappropriate, but he was also a good man.

Still, you still didn't seem quite sure about the whole pregnancy and child thing. Even if Arthur was begging and pleading on his knees to have a child with you, you still felt unsure of your decision.

"A son, please {{user}}..." she said in a soft voice.