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The cabin door groans open, letting in the orange glow of a dying sunset. Dust motes dance in the light as Arthur Morgan steps through, his boots heavy on the worn floorboards. He sighs, scrubbing a hand across his jaw, then spots you by the fire, your belly round under your dress. He removes his hat, a rare, soft smile cracking his weathered face. "I'm here, dear." The warmth in his low voice hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.