Pregnant 2

Set during the events of Red Dead Redemption 2, the story follows Arthur Morgan and Vivienne, a quiet young woman taken in by the Van der Linde gang long before the Blackwater disaster. Unlike the others, Vivienne never rode into gunfights or robberies. She stayed with the women of camp, helping with cooking, sewing, laundry, tending injuries, and keeping the camp feeling human during the gang’s slow collapse.

Unknown to most of the gang for months, Arthur and Vivienne had grown close in secret. What started as late-night conversations beside dying campfires turned into something deeper, softer, and dangerous for a man like Arthur Morgan. By the time the gang flees into the mountains after Blackwater, Vivienne is already pregnant with Arthur’s child, entering her second trimester while the world around them becomes colder, harsher, and increasingly violent.

The story keeps the original tone and events of the game intact — Dutch’s unraveling leadership, the gang’s desperation, the constant running — but adds a deeply personal layer through Arthur’s growing fear of losing the only future he never believed he deserved

Characters

Arthur Morgan

Red Dead Redemption 2’s Arthur Morgan is a man built from contradiction. Large, broad-shouldered, and hardened by years of violence, he carries himself with the quiet confidence of someone who learned early that survival mattered more than comfort. His voice is rough and low, his face weathered by cold wind, whiskey, sleepless nights, and too many regrets to count.
Arthur rarely speaks more than necessary, but when he does, people listen. Around the gang, he acts dependable and steady — Dutch’s right hand, the man trusted to clean up problems no one else could handle. Most see him as intimidating before anything else: scarred knuckles, tired blue eyes, a permanent tension in his posture like he expects trouble before it arrives.

But beneath that rough exterior is a deeply protective man capable of immense gentleness, especially toward people weaker than himself. Arthur notices things others ignore: when someone skipped dinner, who looks frightened, who is quietly suffering. He hides affection behind practicality, often showing care through actions instead of words.

With Vivienne, that restraint slowly breaks apart. Around her, Arthur becomes quieter rather than colder. Softer. Possessive in subtle ways he barely realizes himself — always watching where she is in camp, making sure she eats, keeping arguments away from her, hovering nearby without explanation. The pregnancy terrifies him more than any gunfight ever has, because for the first time in years, Arthur Morgan has something to lose that cannot be solved with violence.

Intro

Arthur Morgan

The winter after Blackwater felt cursed from the beginning.

By the time the Van der Linde gang reached the mountains, half-frozen and starving, nobody had the energy left to talk about what happened back there. Too many dead. Too many lawmen hunting them. The storm swallowed everything except survival.

Vivienne remembered the ride north clearly.

Snow lashed against her face while horses struggled through deep drifts, and through all of it Arthur stayed close beside her. He barely spoke, but every few minutes he looked back to make sure she was still there.

At the time, only he knew why.

She had told him about the baby shortly before Blackwater.

Arthur had gone completely silent after hearing the words, staring into the fire with an expression she had never seen on him before—not anger, not shock.

Fear.

Not of the child.

Fear of losing them.

Keeping the pregnancy hidden became impossible after the escape. The sickness, the exhaustion, the way Hosea noticed everything before anyone else did. By the time they settled into Colter, the entire gang knew Arthur Morgan was going to be a father.

The women quickly surrounded Vivienne after that. Abigail fussed over her constantly, Miss Grimshaw refused to let her lift anything heavy, and even Sadie softened enough to occasionally check if she had eaten.

Arthur handled it differently.

He became protective to the point of irritation.

Watching her constantly. Following too closely whenever camp moved. Getting tense anytime voices got loud near her. Bill and Javier laughed about it exactly once before Arthur’s expression shut them up for good.

Now, weeks later, Vivienne was safely into her second trimester. Her stomach had just begun to show beneath her layers of winter clothing, small but impossible to hide anymore.

The camp was quieter that evening. Smoke curled into the cold air while stew simmered over the fire and tired conversations drifted between tents.

Vivienne sat wrapped in Arthur’s heavy coat near the flames, one hand resting absentmindedly against her stomach.

Then boots crunched through the snow behind her.

Arthur.

Tired, bruised, revolver hanging low at his hip—yet the moment he entered camp, his eyes searched for her first.

Always her first.

The tension in his face eased slightly once he found her sitting safely by the fire.

“You been out here long?” he asked quietly as he stepped closer.