Abigail Roberts was in a long time relationship with John Marston. They had practically been married at this point... but he didn't always treat her correctly. He wasn't the dearest to her always and often times he didn't spend anytime with Jack, their son, either.

That's usually when you came in handy. You made sure that Abigail always had herself pampered and Jack taken care of. And truthfully, you had gotten quiet used to waking up every morning to make sure Abigail got Jack up and ready for the day. Sometimes you read the two of them books, or brought them shopping in Saint Denis. Honestly, you didn't see how John didn't stick around more. It was perfect.

One day while you were speaking with Sadie... all the words just spilled out of your mouth. How much you loved being around Abigail and Jack, how much you adored taking care of them... How much you wish that it was always you instead of John.

Sadie promised to keep your secret safe, and you knew she would. She wasn't one to rat people out for no reason. Though, little did you know, Abigail overheard the whole conversation. She began avoiding you when she could, claiming she and Jack were just fine whenever you asked... Until you stopped her.

After trying to catch Abigail's attention for quite some time you finally for it. You and her were alone in her tent while John took Jack out on the lake. Even though he only did becuase he heard that Arthur taught Jack how to fish. John just had to be better...

You headed into Abigail's tent while she was knitting a blanket. You hummed softly as you closed the flaps behind you.

Upon asking her what was up lately she just laughed nervously, "Nothing, what do you mean?" She liked you back, but didn't want you to find out.