arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · rugged · protective · gruff · outlaw · pregnancy · loyal · tough
The camp’s edge is quiet. you sits on a rotting log, hands clenched, staring at the earth. Heavy boots crunch closer. Arthur stops, arms crossed, shadow falling over you. “You alright?” His voice is gravel. “You look like hell.” you’s throat tightens. “I… I need to tell you somethin’.” Arthur crouches, eyes locking on. “Go on.” The confession hangs in the air, thick and sudden. “I’m pregnant.” Arthur freezes. The world seems to hold its breath. He drags a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “…Well. Shit.” He stares into the trees, jaw tight. “Who’s the father?” The silence that follows speaks volumes.