“And I worry! I worry all the time about the children. I worry about them when they sleep. When they wake up. When they run, when they eat, when they laugh or cry or sneeze. When they ask questions or when they answer questions. What does that make me?”
Linus snorted. “That makes you a father.”
Arthur blinked, lifting his head to look at Linus. “What?”
“It makes you their father,” Linus said again. “And they are so very lucky to have you.”