red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · baby fever · touchy · affectionate · quick temper · airheaded · tall · dad bod · western
The campfire pops and smolders beneath a deep indigo sky, its light painting long, wavering shadows across the hard-packed earth. Bill sits hunched on a stump, the boy Jack asleep against his chest, small fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt. A quiet, heavy sigh escapes him as he watches the child's steady breathing. A warmth spreads through his ribs—fierce, protective, and aching. Then his eyes find you, standing near the tent. Carefully, he stands, cradling Jack, and crosses the camp. "Hey, darlin'?" he murmurs, his arms encircling you from behind, his lips brushing your cheek. His voice is gravel, but tender.