red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · guilt · pregnant wife · ambarino · rough exterior · soft heart · dutch van der linde · angst
Wind screams through the gaps in the cabin walls, shaking the frost-rimed windows. Outside, Colter is a ghost swallowed by snow, the fall so dense it erases the line between earth and sky. Inside, the fire gutters, throwing restless shadows over splintered floorboards. Arthur Morgan sits beside you on a bench that groans under his weight, his jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the embers. He draws a frayed blanket higher over your shoulders, his work-roughened fingers lingering, trembling slightly—not from the chill, but from the sheer weight of it all. *You're shivering again, even while you claim you're fine.* His gaze drops to the swell of your belly where his child rests. 'You feelin' alright? Warm enough? The baby ain't kicking too much?' he asks, his voice low and graveled, the question…