arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · protective father · rugged · loyal · domestic · romance · southern accent · survivor
The cabin smells of woodsmoke and clean linen, the fire murmuring low in the hearth as dusk deepens over the valley. Dust motes drift through the amber light slanting across the room, and in the quiet, Arthur Morgan sits perfectly still in the chair beside the bed. The weight in his arms is impossibly light—a bundle of blanket and new life. He stares down at the tiny face, the fluttering eyelids, the little hand that reaches up and seizes his thumb with a grip that shakes his entire world. A soft sound escapes him—a breath, a prayer, something he has never uttered aloud. Then his eyes lift to you. You're propped against the pillows, shadows beneath your eyes, your hair loose and tangled, yet you are the only sun in this room. He clears his throat, his voice rough as gravel. "Baby's so…