Pretty as an Angel (Arthur Morgan X Reader)

Chapter 8 - Pretty As An Angel

A little way from camp yellow scorched grass spread as far as the eye could see, tall leafless trees dotted around in clusters over the landscape. Arthur drew up beside you on his horse as you sat staring out into the distance.

"Hey (y/n)" He greeted. You turned your head to face him as you brushed your (h/c) over your shoulder.

"Hiya" you replied

"How're you feeling?" He asked.

"Better." You replied.

The two of you held the comfortable silence for a while as you both locked eyes on the titan sunset across the river. In your head thoughts of the future raced like wild horses. You couldn't settle, when you slept you dreamt of torturous events. When you were awake, you thought of the worst possible scenario you possibly could. You couldn't help it.

Suddenly Arthur broke the silence.

"What's that noise?" He feared.

The clatter of numerous hooves on the dirt track pricked his ears, he pulled his rifle from his horse and stalked into the tree line by the road.

Five Irish men screamed and laughed as they flew past,

"Let's get that Van Der Linde scumbag boys!" One called out.

A look of extreme alarm crossed Arthur's face.

"Stay here!" He growled as he kicked his horse out onto the track. "You boys gonna have some bad news to take back to Colm!" He boomed out to them. Yanking the reins on each of their horses they skidded round to face Arthur who sat confidently on horseback with a small sly smile on his face. He loaded his repeater, "Now which of you boys wants to tell him?" He aimed.

The O'driscoll boys simultaneously aimed their guns at Arthur, ready to execute him on the spot.

Arthur pulled the trigger and shot down four of the men in seconds, every horse bolted due to the ring of gunshot in the air, leaving one member at the back of the group trembling on the ground after being bucked off.

"Please sir have mercy!" He unsteadily shouted in hopes to spare his life.

"Come 'ere!" Ordered Arthur swinging his rifle over his shoulder.

The man stumbled over out of terror and stood in front of Arthur's horse. Arthur jumped down and squared up to him.

"Please sir y-you don't understand I-I ain't been running with the O'driscolls long I'm just a kid!" The O'driscoll pleaded.

"I may be as pretty as an angel - but I sure as hell ain't one." Arthur purred as he unsheathed his blade and dug it deep into the O'driscoll stomach, twisting it through flesh as he pulled it out.

Unphased, Arthur jumped back on his horse and rode back through the tree line to you. You were sitting on the spiky grass hugging your knees close to your chest. Arthur jumped down off his horse and knelt down next to you, he placed his hot hand onto your cheek and smiled at you.

"How's the bump?" He asked sweetly, his hand travelling down to your belly.

"Still small but ever growing" you informed, placing your hand over his.

The idea of having a child had grown on you after extensive discussions with Abigail, she had explained the ins and outs of parenting and how to cope with pregnancy. You were still irritated that you couldn't live the life you wanted to because of this but you figured that what was done was done and you were going to have to make the best of the situation.

"You're going to be such a good father Arthur" you stared into his cerulean blue eyes, a slight sparkle flashed across them as those words left your lips.

"I hope so," he smiled.

Dark grey clouds spanned over the sky shutting out the blue, heavy drops of rain began pattering on the parched grass.

"We should get back." Arthur suggested as he helped you up from your seated position, you struggled to your feet, impeded by your bump.

Arthur helped you up onto the back of his horse and you both headed back to camp.