Arthur's body reacts on instinct, falling to his knees and clutching where the bullet pierced out of his body. Staring down at his chest, he draws his hand away to see the red stain growing on his shirt.

"Shit." He breathes his eyes snapping back up to you desperately.

He'd come too far to leave you now, the agony on your face fuelling his desire to keep going, to keep pushing closer to you. He inhales a shaky breath, pushing himself up onto one knee, the bullet hole protesting angrily, and he realizes his shooting arm is no longer of use, the wound effectively rendering it useless and unable to grip his revolver. Somewhere behind him, he's vaguely aware of the ongoing fight, Sadie, Charles, and Charlotte, keeping back the majority of the O'Driscoll's while John continues to cover him while he kneels in the open like a sitting duck.

"She needs you; you fool. Get up!" he growls to himself through gritted teeth, preparing to swing his body up.

Instead, he feels hot steel press to the back of his head, warning him to stay still. His eyes still focussed on you he raises his hands as best he can, his gun belt quickly pulled from his body.

"I understand why you came for her, don't think for a second I don't understand, because I do." Colm moves to block Arthur's view, staring down at him from behind the barrel of his gun.

"You already got me Colm, just let her and the others go. Dutch is dead and I'm the one you wanted. I won't fight, you have my word." Arthur pleads, knowing the cards are not in his favor, but if he can just convince Colm to free you, he can die peacefully.

Colm laughs, taking a quick look behind to see you watching the events unfold. Your chest rising and falling rapidly as Abigail begs you to keep pushing.

"She's beautiful ain't she? Even in labor, she's radiant." Colm kneels before Arthur, fisting his hair to meet his eye, shoving the barrel of his gun painfully against his temple. "You think this was about you, but it wasn't, it was about her. I loved her; I would have cared for her, her, and that goddamn baby. But you were always an obstacle. Even now if I kill you... She'll never be mine; she'll always see me as your killer."

Arthur realizes quickly the Colm intends to kill you, and there's no way in his current circumstance he can prevent that from happening. Unless...

"Tell her I betrayed her." He stares hard into Colm's eyes, the thought of you hating him making him feel physically sick, but he sees no other way to keep you safe. Colm was crazy, there was no doubt, but he may just be crazy enough to let this happen.

"What?" Colm loosens his grip on Arthur's head. Visibly surprised by his hostage's idea.

"Tell her I was working with you; I double-crossed Dutch and made a trade with you for the money in exchange for her." Arthur can't believe what he's saying but it's his only hope to keep you alive, even if it's in Colm's hands.

"No."

"No?" Arthur asks, desperation leaking into his tone.

"No. She'll never believe me."

"You'll convince her. You have to." He was on the verge of begging.

"I can't convince her. But you can..." He stands, dragging Arthur up with him who staggers in pain.

"Y/n focus please, don't look at them. We have to get this baby out of you, okay?" Abigail is on the verge of hysterics. Arthur is in a hopeless position and if she's doesn't get this baby out of your she's going to lose her best friend. Her hopes of escape are slipping away by the minute.

"Please Abigail, just cut this baby from me. I don't care if I survive. Not without him. Just please give our baby a chance." You turn to her begging, painfully back up against the tree. A moment of clarity through the pain as you see Colm drag Arthur closer your way.

"You can both survive this if you just focus!" She gives your ankle a shake and you feel something in your boot wedged alongside your foot.

"I can't do this." You whimper, exhausted and in agony. Your physical and emotional pain now too much to bear.

"Don't give up, just- HEY! —OW!"

Abigail screams as she's dragged away by one of Colm's men. Arthur is thrown at your side, his hand instantly seeking yours.

"Sweetheart" he manages before Colm's foot collides with his temple knocking him back and away from you.

You try to push yourself up, but the pain is too much. Sinking back against the tree your draw your knees up. Releasing an agonizing scream as a contraction rips through your body.

Colm crouches beside you, his gun still trained on Arthur as he shushes you.

"You're doing so well dear, soon our baby will be here." Colm leans in and kisses your temple, his eyes on Arthur as he does, enjoying the way the outlaw's jaw tightens. "Our friend here has something to say."

You're panting hard, too worn from your contraction to protest. Tears stream down your cheeks and you wonder what you did in this life or the last to deserve the events currently playing out.

"Well go-ahead Morgan, she's listening." Colm sneers, his free hand petting your sweat-soaked head.

"Y/n I..."

Arthur struggles to find the words, knowing the weight they carry. He's about to rip his own heart out to save you and the thought of dying and you hating him sits heavy on his chest. Swallowing the emotion, he tries to continue.

"Dutch and I, we had a plan. But he- AH!" he leans over clutching his chest, the muscle cramping painfully under his wound. "Dutch... was going to double-cross me, so I made a deal." He forces himself to look into your eyes and instantly regrets it seeing the confusion and hurt on your face. "I made a deal with Colm, in exchange for you, and uh...the baby...I get to keep the money Dutch took."

Arthur dares not raise his head as he finishes, the tears in his eyes threatening to spill and reveal his lies.

"He's telling the truth dear."

Arthur can hear the smile in Colm's words, and he bites his cheek, willing himself not to speak.

"Like father like son. They only care about money,"

"Oh god." You sob, your head was thrown back against the tree, and you try to draw your knees further up, your hands reaching for your ankles to try to open your hips further in hopes of easing the baby's passing.

"Well Morgan, the truth is out, and quite frankly this birth is now a private matter," Colm smirks, cocking back the hammer of his gun, ready to erase the outlaw from existence.

"Wait!" you yell breathlessly, and Arthur's head snaps up, eyes meeting yours and pleading with you to let Colm kill him. Knowing that if he doesn't, he'll kill you too. "Let him meet the baby he helped create. I want him to see the son or daughter he betrayed before he dies."

The pain in his heart hurts more than his chest, he'd done it, he'd convinced you and now he was going to leave this earth knowing he'd torn your own heart to shreds.

"Y/n." He pleads, unsure if he's begging you to believe him or to let him die before he can be hurt anymore.

"Well well well, Arthur Morgan it seems you have a few more minutes left on this earth." He turns his attention back to you, trying to read your expression, ensuring the plan worked.

"Please Colm, just help me get this baby out, I need to sit up." You ask eye's still boring into Arthur's.

Colm gives you his free arm, letting you use it for leverage to pull yourself forward. The pool of blood underneath you causes Arthur to suck in a silent worried breath. You pull forward letting your dress drop over your ankles as you make to kneel, hoping to lean forward to push. Satisfied with your position you brace yourself as you feel the next contraction.

"Colm I need you in front of me please.!" You grit your teeth as you begin to push.

Arthur can see Colm is conflicted, if he moves where you'd asked he'll be unable to comfortably aim his gun whilst supporting you.

"Ahhhhh! Hurry up!" you beg through a scream making Colm forget his dilemma he shuffles to support your shoulder, his gun useless in his hands. You grip him tight as you push hard, the new position allowing you to use more force and you begin to feel something stretching your opening.

"I think the head is out, let me check." You pant, your eyes flicker to Arthur as you reach beneath your dress.

Arthur is frozen in place when he realizes too late what you're doing, the handle of the hunting knife poking out from the top of your boot giving away your plan. Your hand is hidden by the bloodstained fabric of your dress when you grasp the handle, pulling it free carefully.

"Colm!" Arthur yells causing Colm's head to snap to the side.

Colm's last words are lost in a choke as the knife plunges into the side of his throat. You twist the handle with all the remaining strength you had, ensuring you tore up anything vital. Colm clutches your side, his gun forgotten as he stares at you in disbelief, blood spluttering from his mouth.

Falling back, he clutches his throat, the abandoned gun quickly snatched by Arthur's good hand. Arthur raises the gun slowly, ensuring Colm suffers a little longer.

"Goodnight Colm."

He pulls the trigger, the man's gargled cries instantly falling silent.

"ARTHUURRRR!" you scream falling back against the tree, the last of your energy spent on a hail Mary move to save your love.

His injury-forgotten Arthur is by your side in an instant, the arm supporting you as he clutches your hand tightly.

"Sweetheart?" he whispers, worried eyes scanning your quickly paling face.

"Alfred Hosea if it's a boy, Charlotte Beatrice if it's a girl." You pant before holding your breath and pushing hard.

Arthur can do nothing but nod and watch as you bear down, your grip on his hand threatening to break his knuckles. He's vaguely aware that the gunfire has stopped around him, the only sounds he can hear are your cries and thundering hooves. No doubt the latter was caused by fleeing O'Driscolls, eager to escape after seeing their leader fall.

Charles is the first to reach you both, instantly dropping to his knees and taking charge.

"Arthur, keep her head up and on the count of three Y/n I want you to give me one last push," Charles instructs before pulling your dress over your knees.

Arthur doesn't protest as his friend seeing you so intimately, instead, he's thankful for someone who knows what they're doing to help you.

"One, two, three!"

On cue you push with all the energy you have left, screaming, and yelling as you try to work with energy you simply do not have.

"Good Y/n, just one last time."

Charles continues to encourage you as you begin to push one final time.

Silence seems to engulf the area, the wind, the animals, everything ceases as you fall back against Arthur, your vision beginning to blur. You had just given birth in probably the most traumatizing way and human possible could and you wanted nothing but to fade into the blackness, but you hold on, waiting to hear the tell-tale cry of a newborn. But you hear non, only Arthur's heartbeat in your ear.

"Is it...?" Arthur whispers, not able to bring himself to say the words, his eyes locked on the tiny form dwarfed in Charles's hand.

Charles brings the infant's mouth to his, blowing hard and causing the tiny chest to rise. Everyone is still as they wait, silently praying and hoping. You blink your eyes, desperately trying to see your newborn. And then you hear it... the tell-tale sound of new life.

"Congratulations." Charles beams as the newborn screams and wriggles in his hands before placing it snuggly in your arms. "A baby girl."

You stare down at her impossibly tiny form, entranced by her miniature features all of today's events temporarily forgotten.

Arthur's chest is fit to burst at the sight of you holding his daughter, his bullet wound numbed by the joy and relief of both of your safety.

Leaning down he kisses your head, still too afraid to touch the tiny creature now happily suckling to your chest.

"Thank you."

"If there's one thing, I can say about your daughter Arthur. It's that she sure has shitty timing."

Arthur doesn't take his eyes from his daughter as John approaches, flipping him a finger and smirking as he hears Abigail smack his head.

"Well, he's not wrong." You smile, finally dragging your eyes away from your baby to looking at Arthur. "She looks just like you."

Kissing your temple, he murmurs against your hair. "No, she doesn't she's too perfect to look like me."

"Well, all three of you are covered in blood so I'd say she's definitely your child." John laughs.

"Jesus! Really John?" Sadie huffs before Abigail drags him away angrily.

Frowning Arthur takes in your pale skin and blood-stained clothes, your appearance mirroring his own.

"Maybe the idiot has a point, lets get you to a doctor."