Playing Dangerous ↠ ||RDR2 // Arthur Morgan X Reader||

epilogue; part three

A/N: Final part! *gross sobbing* Seriously though, thank you all so much for joining me on this ride of emotions. There were times in the early stages of this book where I highkey just wanted to delete it – but I'm glad I didn't.

The support I have gained means the world to me, so thank you immensely for every comment and vote, not to mention adding this story to your reading lists'. I am truly humbled.

With that said, let's go.

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"I wanna see!" excited chirps yapped from the moment the old farmhouse door creaked open, and your exhausted eyes fell warmly onto young Jack, who was up on his tip-topes trying to crane into see the bundle wrapped up in your arms.

"In a minute, Jack – let (name) get in the damn door first." Abigial's exited laughter rang, as she steered her son out of your path by his shoulders. "Come sit down, we're all waitin' for ya." She then whispered, making her way down the long rather dark corridor towards the sitting room.

Looking to your left, you were offered a reassuring gaze from your husband. It had been such a long and gruelling night for the pair of you, and suddenly it felt rather nerve wracking to be back in the house and facing everyone for some reason. You just knew they'd be all over you and your darling new daughter.... And frankly, you were exhausted and just wanted to return to the cabin and sleep.

Arthur leaned across and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, the pair of you walking down the corridor towards the living room.

"I promise we won't be too long." He whispered comfortingly in your ear, bringing you soft reassurance. Even as the pair of you made your way towards the living room door, you could feel Arthur's utterly smitten gaze down at his daughter. The way he had taken to her the moment she was born made you feel a burst of utter joy.

"Won't see my girls' all tired out." He then added, wrapping his arm carefully around your waist whilst you waddled the remainder of the way down the corridor – still sore from the labour last night.

Arthur gently pushed the oak door open, the door slowly swinging back and revealing all of the gang members sat looking apprehensive and excited in the sitting room. The moment the door was moving open, all of their eyes were on you. God, this felt like you were having to give some presentation.

In a shot, they all leapt up and were chorusing out in joy at the pair of you – congratulations, coos and proud comments all mixed together as everyone flocked to see the latest member of the Van Der Linde clan.

"Mrs Morgan!" Dutch charmed you, first to make his welcomes. "You're lookin' well!" he added with a smile at you, darting his deep brown eyes in Arthur's direction momentarily and patting his shoulder in a fashion that seemed to brim with pride.

"Not so sure I feel well." You excused with a laugh, staring admirably down at the beautiful baby girl in your arms. "But it was all worth it."

Dutch now was craning over, peering down at your little girl too. He seemed to look confused for a moment, it was clear Dutch didn't have much experience when it came to cooing at babies.

"Oh well, she certainly is a beautiful little lady." He summarised after a few uncertain seconds, gazing up again with a slightly bashful look that seemed to say – did I say the right thing?

"Certainly don't take after her father then." Came a raspy voice that interjected from behind Dutch, and John approached you all with a warmed smile. John had changed so much himself since moving up to California – he was a much better father to Jack. It was so lovely to see that young boy getting the attention he deserved from his dad.