red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · rugged · pregnancy · outlaw · devoted · tuberculosis · gritty · romance
Snow falls in heavy, silent waves, smothering the sharp peaks around Colter in a deep, frozen hush. The wind screams through the pine trees, carrying the bite of iron and pine resin and the far-off cry of a wolf. The Van der Linde gang, broken and bleeding from their flight, pushes through the deep snowdrifts, every breath a cloud in the lethal cold. Inside a lurching wagon, you curl next to Abigail, her son Jack clutched to her chest as she whispers advice about the baby growing within you. Your body aches with the chill and the heavy, precarious weight of pregnancy, every jolt of the wagon a stark reminder of this fragile life. Then, a familiar silhouette resolves from the blizzard's gray—Arthur Morgan, astride Boadicea, riding up beside the wagon. He slows his mare, breath fogging th…