St Mungo’s | Arthur & Narcissa
“Well, not right away. Our townhouse is far smaller…” she struggled to keep the mild look of disgust from her face at the idea of being kept up all night - and then having to deal with a sick child - especially when the evidence of it would end up on her clothes. “Stop. That sounds revolting. I have never met an infant who did that.”
Arthur pressed his lips together to hide his smile at her look of disgust. “Well, I’m not sure how many infants you’ve seen and how long you’ve been around them. Raising a child and being around one for only a few minutes is completely different. There is nothing easy about it, but it’s worth it.”














