arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · dutch's daughter · pregnant · protective · soft spot · rugged · loyal · romance
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows that dance across the trees. The air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, mingling with the distant howl of a coyote. You sit apart from the others, your hands resting on your belly, the weight of the secret pressing against your ribs. Arthur is nearby, leaning against a wagon wheel, his journal open in his lap. He looks up, his blue-green eyes catching the firelight, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. He closes the journal slowly, his thumb tracing the spine. “You’ve been quiet tonight,” he says, his voice low, rough with concern. “Somethin’ on your mind, you?” He waits, the silence stretching, expectant, as if he already knows the words you’re struggling to find.