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Officer Morgan & Little Deputy (Arthur Morgan x deaf wife! reader)

Summary: Every sheriff always has their deputy.

Warning: IT'S ARTHUR MORGAN AGAIN BABY!! FJHFYEFUSF, MODERN ERAA, Arthur being a good father? Arthur and Jack, boys with boys, babysitting, Cute, fluff, love, wholesome and moreeeeee grrr.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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It was a slow, sunny Saturday morning — the kind of rare day Arthur Morgan barely got to see anymore.

His badge and gun were off, his flannel shirt was loose and untucked, and the only thing he was holding was a half-empty mug of coffee you'd made just ten minutes ago. You moved through the kitchen, tying your apron as you packed a small tote with receipts and invoices from the café — just a short errand before the lunch crowd.

Then came the text from Abigail.

> Hey! Emergency shift at the clinic — any chance you two could watch Jack for a few hours? John's still stuck on patrol. 🙏

You showed it to Arthur as he sat at the kitchen table, boots kicked up, sipping coffee. His eyebrow arched in that familiar way.

"Babysittin', huh?"

You nodded and signed: "He loves you. Think of it as your reward for not getting shot this week."

Arthur let out a quiet snort, scratching his beard. "Ain't so sure about that..."

But not fifteen minutes later, John's pickup truck pulled up in the driveway, and a curly-haired four-year-old came bounding up the steps, his little backpack bouncing behind him.

"Uncle Arthur!!" Jack shouted.

Arthur opened the door with a gruff smile, hands in his pockets. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. No need to bust down the damn door."

You knelt and gave Jack a big hug, signing softly. "We're gonna take care of you while Mama works. You remember how to sign?"

Jack eagerly signed "yes!" with both fists pumping.

Arthur, amused, leaned down and said, "You remember the rules too, right, partner?"

Jack raised two fingers in salute like he was reporting for duty. "Yes sir, Deputy Morgan, sir!"

You gave Arthur that look — the one that said "Be good" — and handed him the bag of emergency snacks and coloring books Abigail sent.

"I'll only be an hour," you signed, giving Arthur a kiss on the cheek. "Don't let him jump off the fridge this time."

Arthur groaned. "That was one time..."

Arthur barely had time to shut the door before Jack took off running into the living room like a small, joyful storm.

Arthur stood there for a moment, sipping his coffee, listening to the thud-thud-thud of tiny sneakers and the jingling of the dog toy Jack had already unearthed from somewhere.

"Alright," Arthur muttered, setting down his mug. "Let the chaos begin."

The moment you were out the door, Jack became a blur of energy. Arthur barely had time to hang your scarf before Jack was tugging on his hand.

"Can we play police now? Can I be the chief?"

Arthur grumbled good-naturedly as he followed Jack into the living room. "You sure you don't wanna be the deputy? Ain't nothin' wrong with second-in-command."