Y/n) carried her only son, who was only three years old, in her arms. Her baby had fallen asleep not too long ago. Before she gave birth to her son, a Canadian she named Matthew, her husband, Francis Bonnefoy, packed his bags and left her when she was six months pregnant. She begged him to stay and she had tears in her eyes, but he closed the front door and left her alone. She didn't know if she would be able to have her child if it wasn't for her good friend, Arthur Kirkland. (A/N: DONE! jk)
Arthur walked up to the door of her house. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. He was immediately greeted by (F/n). He smiled brightly when she saw him. She gently rocked the baby in her arms, and invited Arthur in. He walked into her living room. His eyes met a picture that was face down. He lifted it up and looked at the photograph. It was a picture of you and Francis before he left. Arthur put the frame face down again.
You entered the living room carrying two cups of tea in your hands. You handed one to Arthur, and he gladly accepted it. You shipped on your tea, and Arthur started to make conversation.
"So, (f/n), how are you doing?"
You smiled and looked into his green eyes.
"I'm doing good. Matthew is such a quiet baby." You giggled softly.
Arthur felt his cheeks get red. He loved your laugh.
"I"m glad to hear that," he said cheerfully.
"He looks a lot like his father..." You stated.
This caused Arthur to look up. He looked closer. It does look like that frog...
You smiled and gently rocked the child. "I miss him...I know I should'y, but I do."
Arthur gently took your hands into his own. "That frog never deserved someone like you. He should've realized how lucky he was, but he walked out to sleep with other women." He started to rub his thumbs in circles on your hand. "You're a very beautiful girl, (Y/n)..." His eyes met yours. You blushed and wanted to look away, but his emerald eyes trapped you. "I...love you, (Y/n)..."
Your face was bright red. "Arthur...I...I love you too..."
Two Years later
You and Arthur had gotten married, and had a son of your own with him. He was a blonde, blue eyed boy named Alfred.
You put Alfred in his high chair, and started to feed him. Arthur was taking care of Matthew, and teaching him how to be a gentle man.
You were finally a family together, you, Arthur, Matthew, and Alfred.
