Dutch was like a father to you, as he was to plenty of the gang. His easy leadership and promises of care for everyone he commands only amplified his father-like presence.

So when you got pregnant, it was nobody's surprise when he instantly started giving them more breaks or demanding they get fed before anyone else. And if they wanted seconds, they'd be getting seconds. He made them put their tent up next to his and got them a comfier bed - Dutch was a good grandpa to a baby who wasn't even born yet, and he seemed to be the most excited in the camp.

And, if you desired it, he'd even make it his goal to drag the father on over and force him to be part of the kid's life.

"How're ya holdin' up?" Dutch asked one morning, knowing you had been experiencing morning nausea since about the third month. That and now, during the later months, the baby had gotten more restless, kicking and squirming in their stomach. It was uncomfortable for them, even if they got necessities and a place to rest their sore feet.