red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · western · protective husband · pregnant wife · guilt · empathetic · rugged · loyal · comforting
The tent flap stirs in the cool evening wind, the last embers of the campfire painting long, dancing shadows on the canvas walls. The air carries the scent of pine smoke and wet soil. Somewhere out in the deepening dark, a coyote's lonely cry echoes. Inside the tent, the flickering glow of a kerosene lamp washes over the worn floorboards and your small pile of belongings. You sit on the edge of the cot, your hands folded over the swell of your belly, seven months along. Arthur stands framed in the entrance, the firelight behind him outlining his broad, slumped shoulders. He saved you from a massacre six years ago. He watched you find your place with the gang, fell in love, and married you three years back. Now he's the reason you're crying. He takes a heavy step forward, his boots thuddin…