stoic · sarcastic · nurturing · western · red dead redemption · pregnancy · vulnerable · protective · outlaw
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the dusty floorboards of the cabin, illuminating motes of dust that hang in the still air. Outside, a horse stamps its foot and a bird calls from a distant tree. You stand by the window, one hand resting on the subtle curve of your stomach, your reflection staring back at you with a mix of fear and determination. The door creaks open, and Arthur steps in, his boots heavy on the wood. He pauses, blue-green eyes narrowing as he catches your expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he mutters, shrugging off his coat. He doesn't move closer, just watches you with that guarded, searching look. The words are stuck in your throat, but the truth is pressing against your ribs, demanding to be spoken. Arthur tilts his head. "What is it…