#and he'd be so caring to mumma too. before during and after. best husband and dad.

[bluebellhairpin]

don’t think about arthur morgan and his itty bitty baby daughter that he cradles carefully in the crook of one enormous arm. who sits on his soft belly while he doozes and smacks his face until he wakes up. who he sings campfire songs to when she won’t settle for her nap. and who he built a bassinet and a home and a future for.

also don’t think about big burly gruff man trailing behind a little toddler and nodding gravely as she tell him the names of all the chickens. and rides into town with him on a fat speckled pony and falls asleep while he’s talking to the farrier so he has to carry her on his hip through town

SHUT UP. I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THINKING ABOUT IT. BAD FOR MY BLOoD PRESSURE.

When shes born she is so small, small enough that her head fits in his palm and her legs only just dangle either side of his elbow. Arthur sings to her the duck camp-fire song, and he grabs her hands and claps them together when he goes "quack quack". When it's cold he tucks her in between him and his jacket so she's all nice and warm and safe.