You and Arthur had talked about leaving the gang, to raise a proper family, make honest money. But neither of you felt quite ready to leave. Arthur had spent more than half his life running with the Van Der Linde crew, and while you were a newer recruit, you loved the life, and you loved the family that you had found yourself apart of. And besides, at first, you knew nothing about mothering; since your son came as a bit of a surprise. "It takes a village to raise a child." Miss Grimshaw had said.

Boy was she right. It really did take everybody in the gang to raise Y/S/N, he had proved that right from day one.

After childbirth, you were rightfully exhausted, so after holding and feeding your new baby, and watching Arthur hold him for the first time, you went right to sleep. But Y/S/N didn't really appreciate that, he showed everybody just how well he could use his new little lungs not even ten minutes after you went to sleep.

Arthur rocked him gently while he sat at one of the tables, he spoke in a rough whisper, "Please, Y/S/N, your momma is trying to sleep!"

Most of the gang had already held him, and were already trying to tune out the intense screams he was creating. Dutch had already tried to help, assuring Arthur with, "Oh, old Uncle Dutch'll put him right to sleep." But Dutch did not live up to those claims, after a few minutes of Y/S/N's continued crying, Dutch returned him to his father's arms.

Charles had watched this interaction, heard it pretty well too. He hummed and hawed, before deciding it was in the best interest of everybody's eardrums if he offered his help. Arthur handed Y/S/N over to Mr. Smith without a second thought. Charles was still sort of new to the gang at the time, but he knew that he could successfully put the babe to sleep if he tried.

He stood and rocked the boy, seemingly no different than Arthur had been, but somehow after a minute or two, Y/S/N stopped crying. Arthur watched in amazement, and wondered what the hell Charles had done to do that.

"You'll have to teach me that." Arthur mumbled, too tired and too in awe of his son's sleeping face to thank Charles properly.

Uncle had come by to watch, he threw back his head in laughter once Y/S/N was asleep back in Arthur's hold, he exclaimed, "You put that kid right to sleep because you're so damn dull Charles!"

By the six month mark, Y/S/N had already grown so much and so fast, nobody knew where the time went. Arthur was the one to get the first laugh out of the boy.

Arthur and you were laying with Y/S/N on a blanket, enjoying the view you had from your current camp and the nice weather. Your sweet boy was laying on his stomach, holding himself on his arms, Arthur was mimicking his position, and in the process of playing peekaboo with his hat. Y/S/N squealed with laughter, he couldn't get enough of seeing Arthur disappear and then reappear, making silly noises while he did. There was a smile plastered onto your face, the kind that hurts after a while.

That night, once you laid your boy in his bassinet, and after he fell asleep, you stayed a moment to watch him. You felt Arthur lovingly wrap his arms around your waist, laying his chin on your shoulder to observe the sleeping baby.

"I love him so much, Arthur, you think he knows that?" You asked, your voice just above a whisper.

"You tell him a hundred times a day, wweetheart." He chuckled, placing a few gentle kisses on your cheek.

Arthur stared down at his son, his hair, his pouty lips, his tiny hands. He spoke up again, "I will never let anything hurt either of you, ever."

"I know." You replied, turning around to properly huddle into Arthur's hold.

Arthur expressed how grateful he was to you everyday, told you how brave you were, all for carrying your son, and how you were such a wonderful mother. How much he loved you. Although he had grown to be much softer and more relaxed after becoming a father, the gruff and tough Arthur Morgan was still very much present. He really did mean what he said when he would never let anything hurt either of you.

Y/S/N was about a year old, and the three of you had taken a wagon to town in order to stock up for Pearson. You carried Y/S/N on your hip, showing him all the fun items on the shelf, explaining to him what things were quietly whilst he responded with giggles and babbles. Arthur smiled at the sight of you two, he had come in to let you know the wagon was ready to go.

After a moment of admiring you, he did let you know, allowing you to wrap your free arm around his as you all walked outside. Arthur held the boy while you climbed onto the wagon seat, Y/S/N shrieked happily as his father hoisted him up in the air to your lap. Arthur chuckled, lifting himself up onto the wagon, moving past you to the other side of the seat, giving you a peck on the cheek while he did so.

Whenever either of you took Y/S/N on a wagon or horse ride, which wasn't often yet since he was still so little, you always made sure to keep it slow to keep him safe. So Arthur did just that.

The air around you was quite dusty from the roads, so you made sure to keep the small boy covered with a thin scarf. More dust kicked up as a few men rode up in front of the wagon, stopped a fair distance away, but much too close for comfort.

"Hey there! What ya'll up to?" One of them called out, you shot Arthur a nervous glance. His brows knitted together, already growing frustrated.

"We don't want any trouble, just trying to get the wife and kid home." Arthur answered the man, sitting up straighter. You pulled your son closer to your chest, turning your back some as well.

The man that had spoken looked to his partners, he spoke again, "We don't see no kid!"

"You don't need to see him, just let us be on our way now." You raised your voice and glared at the three men before Arthur got a chance to respond. The men laughed, which caused Arthur's anger to rise further, especially when Y/S/N began to cry.

"Just let us see what you got in that wagon there, and you'll never see us again." Another one offered, but Arthur noticed the last man who had not said a word begin to reach for his right hip.

Before he even got the chance to properly pull out his gun, Arthur had shot holes through all of them.

You didn't see the gunslinger side of Arthur so often anymore, the both of you loved being parents much more than being outlaws.

The side you did see more often was the nurturing one, the patient and goofy one too. You loved all sides of Arthur. But nothing would ever beat the special moments, the moments that only happen once.

Watching Arthur support his son in learning to walk was one of those moments.

"C'mon buddy, you've almost got this." Arthur talked to Y/S/N, encouraging him while he held both of his tiny hands up in his large ones, helping him walk back and forth from your seat on the ground. Arthur nearly had to break his back to bend down far enough for his hands to reach Y/S/N's, but the pure joy he felt in his heart made up for it. The smile on your son's face made both of your chests swell with love.