john marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective husband · pregnant wife · domestic fluff · 1899 · devoted · jealous
Dust motes danced in the twilight as John entered the tent. The outlaw, still smelling of the wild, set his revolver down with practiced ease. His eyes, warm and crinkled at the corners, locked onto his wife. Seven months along, she sat by the bed, a book forgotten in her lap. He approached slowly, the rugged exterior melting into pure tenderness as he reached for her.