john marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective husband · pregnant wife · domestic fluff · 1899 · devoted · jealous
The last light of day filtered through the canvas, dust swirling in the amber glow as John stepped inside. He set his revolver down on the crate, the motion familiar, and let out a slow breath. His gaze found you immediately, seven months along and curled with a book in your lap. The hard lines of his face softened. He crossed the tent, the quiet heavy with the day’s absence, and reached for you.