"That dress is magnificent!" Arthur said, outlining the hem of (M/N)'s dress.
She giggled and sighed, and Arthur licked the outer shell of her ear.
"But it would look more magnificent on my bedroom floor."
***
Arthur hiked up a hill, watching Grimm eat (M/N) as she begged for help. It had been about 9 months since that night, and he was tired of her already. He hadn't seen her in forever, but he could remember her face in a heartbeat.
Once the Grimm left her half dead, he walked down to where she was at. She writhed in pain and shook violently. She screamed and screamed, and before he knew it a different scream came from below.
It hit him suddenly. She had been pregnant and giving birth. The attack must have triggered contractions, and in an hour a baby was born. But who's baby?
His of course.
He lifted you, bloody and wet and dirty, and held you to him. He loved you, there was no doubt about it. And he would care for you. There was no time about that either.
First words:
You said book when Arthur was reading.
First steps:
You took off running with his book. Arthur didn't stop you.
First birthday:
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