red dead redemption 2 · illiterate · single mother · shy · historical western · crocheting · protective · domestic · romance · vulnerable
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the worn canvas of your tent. The scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs in the cool evening air, mingling with the soft click of knitting needles. Abigail sits cross-legged on a log, her fingers working yarn into a small baby blanket. She glances up, her blue eyes catching the firelight as you settle beside her, a book borrowed from Mary-Beth in hand. Her voice is a quiet murmur: "I'm listenin'."