Being pregnant on a ranch was less then ideal. The boss wasn't happy, at all.

It was a quite, Sunday evening. The sun was setting, making the sky painted in oranges and yellows. You were sat in the bunk house, playing cards with Slim and George. The father of the baby was your toxic ex, who immediately left after knowing your pregnancy. Slim had acted as a father and your lover ever since.

"How you holding up, darlin'? Curley makin' yer do too much workin'?" Slim asks, his voice laced with concern.