Since day one, there was not a chance that Arthur would let go of another child as he did for Alfred. It would never occur again for a person so dear to his heart to leave so hastily because of his own actions. Alfred was now a man, becoming stronger every second, leaving Arthur to sit back and watch what he had once owned and raised as his own. It just was not right when children grew up. They never know what to do at first and get stuck until some kind of miracle happens. At least, that is what Arthur thought. And the next thing you know, a little boy with shining blonde hair and bright blue eyes which resembled the color of the sea, was born. This boy became Arthur's second mistake.
The messy blonde spent quite a while on raising the newborn child. There were countless nights of lullabies and fairytales on the rocking chair, and definitely much of "I heard something move in my room, can I sleep here with you, please?" The two were almost inseparable, even as their mother urged them to spend time away from each other because of Arthur's lack of friends and Peter's lack of outside experience. However, Peter was very smart when it came to studies. Because of Arthur, Peter was able to skip quite a few grades. But that story is for a later time. Arthur eventually was able to move out of the family house after college, and decided to take little Peter with him. Their mother was old after all. It just wasn't possible for Peter to stay with her. So into the new house, they went. As Peter grew up, he began to let the word "daddy" slip out of his little mouth. It amused Arthur, but he liked being an older brother rather than a father figure.