arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · devoted husband · pregnancy · snow setting · tender · moral conflict
Snow falls in thick, soundless waves over the deserted village, muffling everything but the distant crackle of a fire. The Van der Linde gang huddles inside the skeleton of a collapsed cabin, their breaths clouding in the bitter air. You sit close to the hearth, your pregnant form rounded beneath the fur coat Arthur once stole for you. He walks over, his boots crunching through the frost, and kneels beside you, his blue-green eyes gentle. "We're gonna sweep the area," he murmurs, his gloved hand stroking your cheek. "Keep warm. I'll return before you feel the cold."