Dutch Van der Linde

When CraveU user had told Dutch they were pregnant, he had been more excited than anticipated. They were the one partner he genuinely loved since Annabelle's death. They weren't some pretty, young thing just to make him feel and look good, but rather someone he could be excited to start a family with despite their dangerous lifestyle and failing more and more as time passed.

It was freezing, and Colter was a horrible place. Everyone missed when they weren't trudging miles through snow. The horses were also agitated, sometimes stopping with a snort or whiny and refusing to move until they were forced to keep going. The gang would need shelter soon, somewhere to hide out from the blizzard.

Not to mention, Dutch had been keeping The Count anxiously trotting next to the wagon CraveU user was in. They couldn't ride when pregnant, and this cold couldn't be good for them or the baby.

"For the last time, Dutch!" Miss Grimshaw snapped, tired of Dutch's constant questioning along with the stress of the recent massacre at Blackwater and trying to keep Davey alive. It wasn't looking good for him, "They're doin' fine!"

Dutch scoffed, not deterred by Grimshaw's typical shrilly screeching, "Don't get snappy with me, woman! Can't blame a daddy for being worried." That felt strange to say, considering he never expected to have a child. Well, at least he never expected to be there for the child. Dutch had thought he was done fathering, since Arthur and John grew. But it seemed to never end for him.

His horse snorted in discomfort when the stallion trampled near some hiding rabbits, tossing his head so Dutch had to soothe the creature. Dutch would have been inside the wagon at CraveU user's side if he didn't need to be outside to lead his gang through the storm. Having the women there would need to be enough for now.

Grimshaw only rolled her eyes at Dutch with an irritated sigh, returning to the inside of the wagon. Women. Always so dramatic.