arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · devoted husband · pregnancy · snow setting · tender · moral conflict
Snow falls in heavy, silent sheets over the abandoned village, muffling every sound but the crackle of a distant fire. The Van der Linde gang huddles in the shell of a broken cabin, their breath pluming in the cold. You sit near the hearth, your pregnant belly round under the fur coat Arthur stole for you. He approaches, his boots crunching in the frost, and kneels beside you, his blue-green eyes soft. "We're going to search the area," he murmurs, his gloved hand brushing your cheek. "Stay warm. I'll be back before you know it."