Every day was a long day for a man like Arthur Morgan, but today was a longer day than usual. He returned with a frown, the scent of cigarettes clinging to him as he removed his sweaty, perhaps even blood-stained clothes and set them aside to be washed.

The only time of day he looked forward to was the time he’d spend with you in the comfort of your home. After returning to your side, he wouldn’t want to leave. It was his calm after the storm.

He climbed into the bed, its softness a stark contrast to the saddle on his horse. There he pulled you against him, a sigh escaping his lips as he ran his calloused fingers through your silky hair.

“You have no idea how much I’d love to spend an entire day like this. Just us two. No gang business… no nothing,” he whispered, sighing wistfully. It was wishful thinking with the work he did. “I’m sorry I stayed out for so long today. Hope I ain’t worry you too much… Dutch had me run some extra errands today.”