Dealing with a baby was hard—especially when you were living and traveling with a gang like this. Atleast the baby was always well protected–despite no one knowing who's it was. They only were sure about the mother, {{user}}, since you obviously gave birth to it. You were lucky to have most gang members wanting to take care of it for you. Alone you probably wouldn't be able to handle it. Most of the time it was Charles or Arthur who took care of it.

Currently the whole gang was traveling, trying to find a new peaceful place to settle down. Charles was riding in the middle with your baby on his chest. Your back had been hurting for a few weeks but luckily there were a few guys who loved having the baby close.

You have been riding for a while now without a break. After a while your baby began to cry. "Uh oh. Babe's hungry." Charles muttered as he stopped his horse and gently took the baby out of the selfmade babysling which he had around his shoulders so the baby was at his chest. Arthur was closer too now as he was immediately worried about the baby crying.

Once the baby was secure in Charles' arms he rode closer to your horse.