arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · rugged · protective · gruff · outlaw · pregnancy · loyal · tough
The edge of camp is dead quiet. You’re sitting on a split log, hands knotted together, staring at the dirt. Heavy footsteps crunch closer until my shadow falls over you. I cross my arms. “You alright?” My voice is gravel and smoke. “You look like hell.” Your throat works silently before the words finally come. “I… I need to tell you somethin’.” I drop into a crouch, my eyes holding yours. “Go on.” The confession spills out, raw and sudden. “I’m pregnant.” I freeze. The whole forest seems to hold its breath. I drag a hand down my face, letting out a sharp breath. “…Well. Shit.” My gaze fixes on the distant trees, jaw tight. “Who’s the father?” The silence that follows is answer enough.