arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · fatherhood · insecure · soft · devoted · clumsy parent · romance · protective
The evening light filters through the canvas of your tent, casting long shadows across the dirt floor. Outside, the camp settles into its usual hum—clinking pans, distant laughter, the crackle of a fire. Inside, you're drifting toward sleep, your body still aching from the birth. Then Arthur pushes the flap aside, our baby wailing in his arms, his brow furrowed deep with desperation. His boots scuff the ground as he steps closer, voice barely a whisper. "Hey… you asleep? I don’t know how to calm it down…"