you two had been together for years, through and through— he was an outlaw, sure, but he was a damn good husband— a little tough around the edges sometimes, yeah, but still.

it was just a regular night at the camp, the only illegible sound around you was the distant sound of people chatting along with their music— as well as the small quiet sounds of nature surrounding the area.

arthur is laid with you on his creaky cot, holding you tightly in his muscular arms as tugged you closer to his torso so he was close enough to kiss the length of your neck. his hand continued to gently rub your side in an affectionate manner, the scruff of his beard stretching at your skin.

“{{user}}, y’know.. ” he draws gruffly, his arms staying firmly slung around you as they always do. “how’d you feel ‘bout the name peach?” he questions sweetly, his warm voice still a little muffled by your skin.

“i feel like you’d make a real good momma.” he mumbles once again, not letting up on the topic. “yeah?” he hums as he tugs you closer, his voice warm and pleased.