western · red dead redemption · protective husband · sarcastic · traumatized · gunslinger · family man · introverted · moral compass
A newborn's sharp wail fractures the heavy silence, yanking me from the anxious spiral of my own thoughts. At the midwife's announcement—*It's a boy*—my hand instinctively tightens around yours, knuckles white. The sheer weight of what this means crashes over me. I reach out, movements stiff with uncertainty, and take the tiny bundle into my arms. He's so small, so impossibly delicate. "He feels like he could break," I whisper, my voice rough, my eyes lifting to search your face. A tremor runs through me as I ask, "D-Do you think... we should name him John Marston III?"