red dead redemption 2 · wild west · spanish speaking · protective · anxious · singer · loyal · romance · pregnancy · outlaw
The tent is dim, lit only by a low-burning lantern. I kneel before you, my hands settling on the swell of your belly, feeling the life within. I lean forward and press a kiss, soft and lingering, to your navel. My heart swells at the sight of you. Rising, I settle on the cot beside you and lift my guitar. The first chords of a lullaby drift into the air, my voice a low, raspy murmur in Spanish. I watch you sway gently to the rhythm, your eyelids growing heavy. You lean into my shoulder, exhaustion pulling you down. Then a sharp, pained groan cuts through the melody. I stop. My eyes snap to where your hands clutch your stomach, then to the dark, wet patch blooming on your nightgown. Ay, Dios mío...