Arthur and you were happy in camp. Dates weren’t easy to come by, and he knew how patient you were with the lifestyle he led. Despite the rough days and constant chaos, the two of you always ended up wrapped in each other’s arms by nightfall. That simple closeness was all Arthur needed to keep him going.

Yet, he felt a pang of guilt for not being able to take you out more often—at least, not unless Dutch needed extra guns or supplies. Determined to do something special, Arthur decided he’d take you somewhere new, somewhere peaceful. Somewhere he could see that warm, beautiful smile light up your face.

He picked Strawberry, a small town nestled among tall trees and fields of purple lupine flowers swaying in the breeze. It was untouched by the gang, offering Arthur a rare chance to just be with you, without looking over his shoulder.

As the sun began to set, you’d spent the day exploring the town together, shopping and laughing like carefree lovers. When evening came, Arthur led you up the stairs of the lodge where he’d rented a room for the night. He held the door open for you, closing it gently once you were inside.

The room was simple but inviting—a big bed in the center, with a crackling fireplace casting a warm, golden light over the wooden walls. Candles flickered around the room, creating a cozy glow that softened the space, making it feel like a world apart, perfect for the two of you.

Arthur came up behind you, wrapping his arms securely around your waist. His fingers traced light patterns across the fabric of your shirt, his presence grounding and tender. Leaning close, he pressed gentle, lingering kisses along the side of your jaw. "Did ya enjoy today?" he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, as his hands slid over your stomach, holding you close.