2 Months later

The air is warm as spring takes its grip across the landscape; you sit shading below a tree enjoying the warm breeze that licks at your skin. The camp is peaceful as the warm air brings out the best in Susan who has opted to give everyone a day off from chores. Most of the gang had chosen to laze around but Hosea had taken the opportunity to go fishing. Arthur had offered to go with him, but he insisted he go alone muttering something about needing the space. Arthur informed you that it was close to the anniversary of Bessie's death and he often withdrew into himself around this time. You'd taken the chance to read but you'd become distracted. Your fingers lazily trace over the curve of your bump as you watch Arthur chopping wood, his shirt discarded in the heat, and his muscles on full display, a sheen of sweat enhancing the hard lines of his body.

Wiping his brow of sweat he straightens and catches your eyes on him, a ghost of a smirk crosses his lips as you quickly lower your eyes to the book that lay forgotten on your lap. Your hormones had been going crazy with your pregnancy and you had been using Arthur to satisfy your urges, and he was more than happy to assist in any way he could, often dropping whatever he was doing to take you back to your tent and quell your desires. One time the urge took you so suddenly you begged him to take you then and there, not one to deny you he slipped his hand in yours and guided you around the back of Pearson's wagon. Wrapping your legs around him he took you hard against the wagon, his hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your cries, the thought of being caught turning you both on more.

Since finding out about your pregnancy Arthur had been the father-to-be you could only dream of, his actions clearly an attempt at absolving the guilt he carried of missing Isaac's early months. He'd taken to his role like a duck to water and had been practically glowing with happiness. He'd told you of the money Hosea had given him and how you were all so close to getting out. You'd pleaded with him to leave then and there, the conversation Dutch and you had had still fresh on your mind, but he insisted that he and John had things to finish first. You hadn't told him about Dutch's threat knowing no good would come of it, Arthur wouldn't hesitate to murder him, and you knew he would never be able to live with the guilt if he did. Instead, you kept quiet, enjoying your pregnancy but keeping a wide birth of Dutch where possible and so far, he had afforded you the same courtesy.

A dark shadow shades your book causing you to raise your head in protest, but the words are swallowed as you see Arthur standing over you with one arm leaning against the tree, his skin shining, shirt in hand and his chest heaving from the physical labor, you fight the urge to lick your lips as you take him in and feel your hormones stirring.

"Ya know, ya make it real hard for a man to concentrate on his work."

"I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Morgan." He offers you a hand, which you gratefully take, your small bump already hindering your movements.

Lifting you effortlessly he uses your unbalance to pull you close to him, his arm snaking around your waist and holding you like a vice against him.

Dropping his head low to your ear he whispers against it, causing you to shudder. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, starin' at me like ya wanna eat me. Didn't I satisfy you enough this morning?'

You blush at his words, remembering how the urge had taken you this morning and he'd woken up to you grinding your ass against him, trying to find the friction you so desired. Being the dutiful fiancé he was, he'd dropped between your knees straight away bringing you to the edge with his mouth over and over.

"Urrrrgh, this goddmamn baby of yours has me going insane." You bury your face in his chest, frustrated at yourself for not being able to get enough.

Arthur can't help but chuckle at your neediness as he kisses the top of your head. "Well, darlin' I probably got one more round in me if ya want?"

Hearing his words, you waste no time as you grab his hands and drag him across camp to your shared tent. He follows along laughing to himself as you're driven on primal instinct alone. He pulls the tent flaps closed as he catches sight of Javier by the fire, a knowing shit-eating grin on his face. The poor man shared the tent by yours and had no doubt heard the screams of pleasure Arthur had been pulling from you recently.

"Arthur c'mon I need you now!" you whine from the bed as he takes his time with the fastenings of the tent flaps.

Shaking his head at your bossiness he stalks over to you slowly, his muscle, power, and authority making you shiver with anticipation. Knowing him like you did he never scared you, but you understood why he was so often used as the muscle on jobs. If he came over to you, gun in hand, and a bandana across his face, you'd roll over and give him whatever he wanted. Luckily for you, right now you were exactly what he wanted.

His eyes darken and he licks his lips at the sight of you squirming with anticipation on the bed before him.

"Darlin'... Who's in charge here?" he practically growls causing you to whimper and grip the sheets beneath you.

Oh, he was in that mood...

Resting a knee between your legs he leans over you, his hand snaking up to squeeze your throat slightly. You swallow with desire and need as he kisses over the collar of your shirt, stopping when he notices something. Drawing back to take in your shirt, cocking his head to the side he realizes you're wearing his favorite blue union shirt.

"My shirt?" he fingers the collar, leaving goosebumps on your skin as his fingertips ghost over the material and catch you slightly.

"My clothes are getting too tight and your shirts are much comfier." You blush, feeling guilty for not asking.

Nodding he trails his fingers down the buttons causing your breath to hitch as he trails over the swell of your belly to where you need him most.

"Darlin' you've been real disobedient lately..."

His fingers trail over your clothed core making you ache with need.

"...Been so needy..." he continues as his fingers grasp the material of your skirt and underwear and pull them down slowly.

"...Wearing me out..." standing, he throws your skirt and underwear behind him as he smooths his hands up your bare thighs, you gasp as the cold air hits you, causing goosebumps to prickle your skin.

"...Now I catch you stealing my clothes? Sweetheart, I'm afraid you're going to have to be taught how to behave."

"Arthur, please I..."

You swallow the rest of your words as his mouth connects to your dripping core, licking up your juices and causing you to throw your head back against the cot. His tongue is like the devils as he laps at your entrance before slipping your clit between his lips, sucking it harshly and making you clasp a hand over your mouth to hide your moans.

Seeing your hand across your mouth he pulls away from your core growling at you, he removes your hand from your mouth and collects your other so both of your hands sit locked tightly in one of his.

"You're gonna be quiet but ya ain't cheating." He growls darkly before dipping his head back between your thighs, his tongue dancing circles over your clit and through your folds.

You're completely at his mercy as he dips his tongue into your core, groaning as he feels you try to grind against his face. You're practically biting through your lip as you try to hold in your moans, but you know this is a battle you'll lose, and so does Arthur. You never stand a chance when he is in this mood, he'll push your body to the edge over and over again, taking your pleasure as his, not stopping until he hears you screaming his name.

He senses you getting close and draws your clit into his mouth, sucking gently as he eyes you writhing above him. Hearing your resolve break and his name begin to fall from your lips he draws back, stopping his movements right as you're about to crash over the edge.

"No! Please... Arthur, I need this... please..." there's no other way to describe it, you're begging him for it at this point. Your hormones and desire for him completely fogging your brain.

Standing to his full height he draws his eyes over you, his new favorite sight in the world. You, round with his child, wrapped in his shirt, and begging for him. Feeling his own resolve slipping he shakes his head to clear his thoughts, he knows you love it deep down when he takes control of you, but right now he wants nothing more than to let you ride him senseless. But this isn't about him, it's about you. It's always going to be about you with him. Maybe when his child comes along, you'll share equal standing in his life, but right now his sole purpose is you and giving you everything he can.

"You're not behaving darlin', I'm pretty sure I heard your moan." He watches as your pussy clenches around nothing in need at his words and it takes everything in his power not to drop back down and finish you off.

Taking his time, he unbuckles his gun belt and jeans, letting them drop to the floor so he's standing before you completely naked and looking like the gods themselves sculpted him. You freeze taking him in, his scars his hair, his muscles, everything about him was perfect. As he moves over you, you practically vibrate with need as he lines himself up at your entrance. Guiding himself through your juices and preparing himself.

"You gonna be good for me darlin'? You gonna do as you're told?"

You're too far gone for words, instead, you nod your head violently feeling him press his head against you.

"You're gonna cum, but only when I say okay?"

You nod again but he growls at you, grabbing your throat and squeezing.

"Words Y/N, I need you to use your words."

"YES! Arthur...god...please."

"I don't believe you..."

Oh, he was really going to make you beg today. The head of his cock is still pressed tightly to your entrance, threatening to slip in.

"Arthur please, I promise. Just fuck me goddamnit!"

Satisfied with your begging he thrusts into you, squeezing your throat and cutting off your moan as he lets loose a relieved sigh.

"Always so goddamn tight." He sighs as he waits for you to adjust to him.

This is his favorite feeling in the world. You wrapped tightly around him, so warm and inviting, the slight pulse of your walls coaxing him to move within you. Taking a moment to compose himself he releases your throat before snaking his arm under you, pulling you impossible tight against him so he can feel your bump against his stomach. He'll never admit it to anyone, not even you, but the thought of you swollen and round with his child turns him on in a way he can't explain.

Feeling you adjust he begins to thrust into you, his hips slowly arching against yours as he keeps you close, not daring to pull away to thrust, he wants to feel all of you against him right now.

"Arthur..." Your breath hitches as the tip of his cock rub against your sweet spot. "I can't...I'm not going to last..." you begin to shake as you try to fight your impending orgasm.

"You got this sweetheart, hold on for me." He grits through his teeth as he drops his head to your neck and chases his own release. "Fuck you're so perfect."

His hips begin to stutter as he feels the familiar prickle of orgasm up his back. "Hold on for me darlin' you got this."

Tears begin to stream from your eyes as you try to hold back your orgasm, you're practically a live wire waiting to explode, and the feel of his groin gliding across your clit each time he slides into you is too much to handle.

"Arthur... I...."

"Hold it, sweetheart...do as you're told." His thrusts contradict his words as his hips continue to push you over the edge.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Arthur!" you scream and claw at his back as your orgasm washes over you.

He can't help but smirk to himself at your disobedience, knowing you never stood at the chance. Feeling your walls pulse around him he chokes back a moan as he releases himself into you.

Breathless and sweating harder than before he holds his weight off you, cautious of your belly and he tries to find the strength to move off you. With a wince at the overstimulation, he slides out of you and collapses beside you on the bed.

"Darlin' you really are bad at following instructions." He chuckles as he rolls to place a hand on your bump.

You're still too blissed out to respond, instead you just cover his hand with your own. Smiling at the image of you finally satisfied Arthur shifts to face your bump, placing a kiss over the shirt.

"I hope you're better than your mother at doing as she's told-ow!"

You flick the top of his head and chuckle at his silliness. "If they're anything like their daddy we're in for a world of trouble."

Resting his chin on your bump he watches you for a moment, you see a whole river of emotions and thoughts cross through his mind before he finally speaks.

"Thank you."

"What for?"

"For this." He caresses your belly. "For giving me a chance at the life I didn't know I wanted, and I certainly don't deserve."

Sitting up you grasp his head, pulling his eyes level with yours. "Don't you dare say you don't deserve this." You scold, not giving him a chance to respond you kiss him deeply and feel his arms wrap around you.

You refuse to break the kiss, almost willing him with your mouth to accept that he deserves this life. Too often he fights with his mind that as an outlaw he deserves nothing from this life, but you know him, and you know he deserves so much more than the world can give him.

All too soon the moment is lost as a commotion begins to stir outside of the tent. You hear horses whinnying and shouts from voices you don't quite recognize. Suddenly John's rasping voice yells from outside of your tent.

"Arthur! If you two love birds are done, you might want to get out here, we got a problem."