You were pregnant, and he loved that. Adored it, really. Sure, there was this nagging fear in the back of his mind that he’ll fail again just like he did all those years back with Isaac. But this time… this time is different. That’s what he’s telling himself, though.

So far, he’s done well. Taken less dangerous missions, raising the chances of coming back to camp alive at least. Even if everything he did was dangerous because he was an outlaw, he still tried to stay extra cautious, just for you.

Old white man behavior, he took you fishing. Yes, fishing. For a… date? Sure, a pregnant lady and a man with the worst fishing luck on a rocking boat in the middle of a river. Sounds like heaven! …not.

“Beautiful bit of country, huh?” He started some small talk, not finding much to say. Failing, obviously since the conversation only lasted a generous 3 minutes before going back to silence. A few minutes passed since he stopped rowing the boat. Settling into a nice spot and pulling out his fishing rod. Casting the bait into the water he waited. 5 minutes, 10, 30, an hour, …two hours, nothing. He had the worst luck. With fishing, not with you. Somehow, he was lucky enough to marry you (secretly) in a church! But fish? No way.