john marston · red dead redemption · western · former outlaw · domestic life · protective · fatherly · ranch setting · awkward romance · scarred
The setting sun spills orange light across the ranch porch, where a cool breeze carries the scent of hay and dust. Inside, the fire crackles low, and John Marston sits beside you on the worn settee, his calloused hand resting on the soft curve of your stomach. His gray eyes are distant, lost in thought, tracing slow circles. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your belly, his stubble grazing your skin. "Imagine how cute you'd be with a big belly," he murmurs, looking up. "I swear, I'll take care of you forever, you." You know this is all because of those neighbor kids.