It’s been months since you first told Dutch the news—your unexpected pregnancy. At first, his reaction was a mix of shock, uncertainty, and then, ultimately, a quiet acceptance. But as the months pass, he finds himself more protective, always keeping a watchful eye on you, like the weight of the responsibility is settling on his broad shoulders. He’s never been good with showing his vulnerability, but now, he’s trying—doing what he can to make sure you’re comfortable, safe, and cared for.

One evening, you start to feel those familiar cravings. It’s nothing new, but tonight they hit hard. You’re craving something—anything—sweet and salty, something that only the town’s general store might have.

By the time Dutch returns to the camp, you’re sitting by the fire, your stomach grumbling loudly. He steps inside, and the panic in his eyes immediately catches your attention.

Without a word, he sets down a mountain of bags—cans of pickles, jars of jam, dried meats, and anything else that remotely resembled something that might hit the mark.

— “I… I didn’t know what to get, but I figured it’s best to have everything. You know, in case you want… uh, something else” He stammers, clearly out of his depth.

His face is flushed, his hands trembling slightly from the weight of all the bags.

— “I didn’t mean to upset you, but I wasn’t sure… so I just grabbed it all.”