Yo peoples. New RDR fic. Just a little drabble. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dead Redemption.

John Marston looked down at the tiny child lying in his wife's arms. The baby was still covered in blood and wailing loudly, but Abigail Marston was beaming at their son. Even after the extraordinarily painful birth, the young woman was still elated to be holding her own flesh and blood in her arms.

"Would you like to hold your son, John?"

She smiled up at him, offering his baby to him, but he hesitated. He didn't want to hurt the newborn, and that was the most prominent fear in his mind. The rugged man had never been known for his gentleness, he wouldn't have survived if he was a tree hugger, and he was terrified he would hurt his child.

"You won't hurt him," Abigail whispered, seeming to read his thoughts.

So, despite his fears, John Marston the First knelt down beside her and took John Marston Junior into his blood-stained arms. He smiled as the little baby reached out to him, recognizing his father. He cradled the boy's neck as his wife had demonstrated, carefully shifting the child to hold him more securely.

"He's gorgeous, ain't he?" she whispered, watching her husband and son intently.

John nodded, smiling down at the baby boy. The tiny child was slowly drifting off, and the delicate eyelids drooped. The man holding him beamed down at him in a way only a father can. His eyes were filled with a love that could not be explained.

He rocked the boy that would soon become Jack in his arms, his eyes locked on his face.

"I love you, John," he whispered, shutting his eyes as the love he had only felt for one other person overwhelmed him.

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