Arthur Rogers
From the halls of Sam and Arthur's home, piano music resonated softly. In their living room, Arthur sat at his keyboard, pounding away at some random piece of music. As Sam entered, he held up a finger to silence her and continued playing with one hand, humming along to it softly. As he drew the song to a close, he slowly turned around, smirking.
"Original composition by yours truly!" he cried, smirking slightly. He sighed and slowly got up, walking toward Sam. "Honey, I'm pretty sure they don't let you go to Lamaze classes without pants..." Slowly, he took one of her hands and squeezed it comfortingly. "Why don't you want to go, sweetheart? It's just an hour or so...not that long."