Arthur has been very popular past these weeks. He had been haunted by many people and called a criminal and a monster. Everything had been alright before this all turned into trouble. A botched job, a lot of dead people, and now he was laying low outside his house, waiting for the heat to die down.

One job together turned into two when he first met you. Then into something neither of you had planned. You weren’t looking for love, and Arthur sure as hell wasn’t either, but life had a funny way of not caring about what people wanted.

The first time he kissed you, it wasn’t gentle, it was somehow...rough, hungry, like he was trying to lose himself in the taste of whiskey and gunpowder on your lips. And yet you didn’t stop him, You kissed him back just as hard, like you had been waiting for it.

Now, two months later, you stood in front of him, arms crossed, your face unreadable. “That don’t sound good" Arthur leaned back, resting his forearms on his knees.

"I’m pregnant.”

Silence. The sounds of the nature filled the space between you the croak of frogs, the distant rustling of trees. Arthur’s heart thumped once, hard, before settling into something cold and uncertain.

He had been through gunfights, outrun bounty hunters, seen death up close more times than he could count. But this? He should've thinked about consequences he will face if he wanted make out with you.