"Dutch, would you get out here and eat before your cereal gets soggy?" Celina looked back in the direction of the bedroom after making each of them a bowl of cereal, "You look fine, love, I'm sure of it."

The door opened after a long second and Dutch stepped out, heading in towards the dining room, "I was, just taking care of something."

Celina raised her brows in realization and a knowing smile made it's way across her lips, "As long as you take care of me later."

Dutch chuckled and pressed a chaste kiss against her lips before taking his seat, "Of course, my dear, of course."

Celina sat down next to him and James at that and took a bite of her cereal, leaning back in her chair comfortably and looking at her boys, "We've got to find something to do today."

"Well I'm fishing." It was James who said this with such certainty that it made Celina laugh.

"You're fishing?"

James nodded and Dutch chuckled as well, ruffling his hair, "What makes you think you're going fishing, son?"

"Uncle Bill said he'd take me." The boy bounced up and down in his seat excitedly.

Celina had a look of surprise on her face and Dutch didn't look so happy, "Uncle Bill is taking you fishing, huh?"

"Yeah, he said we leave after breakfast."

"Hmph," Dutch sat his spoon down and looked at Celina who didn't seem to be bothered in the least, in fact, she looked pleased at what she was told, "Do you really think Bill needs to take him out fishing?"

This was something that would happen from time to time whenever Bill did make the decision to do something with James... Dutch would often be reluctant to comply with it. Celina shrugged, "It'll be fine. He won't let anything happen to him."

"Yea, as long as he ain't," Dutch made a drinking gesture which made Celina roll her eyes, "What? You want him out there fishing with him if he's drunk off his ass?"

Celina took a deep breath, "He won't be, Dutch. You know he hasn't ever been like that when he takes James out."

Dutch took another bite of his cereal, "There's a first time for everything."

The woman of the house nodded, staring at Dutch pointedly, "I agree. But there won't be a first time for that. I guarantee it." She then went silent, finishing off the rest of her cereal and then taking Dutch's empty bowl with hers into the kitchen.

Dutch stood up and followed her into said room, "I'm sorry, ok?"

Celina looked over her shoulder at him, "You're sorry? For what?"

Dutch sighed and gestured back to the young boy who still sat at the table, playing with his food, "About the Bill thing." He looked down at his feet, "I know you want them to spend time together. I just... I just worry."

"Bill's not real bright, Dutch. But he can think for himself and he's not going to let anything happen to James's. He's not gonna spend his time with him getting drunk either. He's entitled to his time with him." Celina ran her right hand through her hair and fully turned around to face him, "Please, just try to understand that."

Dutch took a deep breath, "I understand, I never thought he'd do anything to put him at risk intentionally. It's just, he does dumb things sometimes."

"I know." Celina laughed, not being able to deny it, "I've seen him do some things that clearly were not thought through." She couldn't wipe the smile from her face at the funny memories she had of Bill doing something stupid, not dangerous, just stupid.

Dutch joined her in laughing and shook his head, having some priceless memories himself, "Ok, well... I guess we'll cross our fingers and send him on out."

Celina smiled at Dutch and kissed him softly, "There's the man I love."

...

"There he is coming out of his house," Celina pointed James in Bill's direction as he exited the small cabin which had been built just for him, "Go get him, let him know that you're ready."

James looked back at his mother excitedly before sprinting off to Bill who looked at him in surprise at his eagerness, "Uncle Bill, uncle Bill. Are you ready?"

Celina couldn't help but shake her head as she approached, hearing James' excited little voice clearly, "I think he's ready, Bill."

Bill looked at her for a moment in confusion and then down at James and back to her. His brow furrowed in thought, "Ready? What's he ready for?"

Celina felt her heart sink, "You were going to take him fishing, remember?"

"Yeah, uncle Bill, stop pretending." James laughed thinking that the situation was a joke and reached up to grab at his arm, "We're going fishing."

Bill blinked and set his jaw, looking at Celina. He was scared, he had forgotten yet again and he was scared, "Right, we're goin fishing." He looked down at the small boy and his mouth twitched in a hint of a smile, "I'll go get the poles."

...

Flashback

"Well..." Celina started awkwardly, looking down at her hands instead of Hosea's face, "I don't really know how to... I don't really know how to say it, Hosea." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "I... I- I think I just may be pregnant."

Hosea about choked on his tea, "You're what?" When she just stared silently at him, he nodded, sitting his cup down, "Ok... I know that you and Dutch aren't together right now," he cleared his throat, "But does he know about this? I mean, if there's a chance he could be a father.."

Celina closed her eyes tightly, "There's a chance... that I'm pregnant. That, that may not be the problem."

Hosea's brow furrowed in confusion, "If that's not the problem, then what is dear?" He was on the edge of his seat in curiosity.

She in that moment forced herself to gather all her courage to speak the truth of her potential pregnancy out loud for the first time, "If I'm pregnant..." she started slowly, "There's a chance- a good chance, that it may not be Dutch's."

Hosea's eyes widened, "What? Who else's would it be?"

She cocked her head to the side and tucked in her lips before speaking, once his name left her lips, there would be no going back, "Bill's."

Hosea blinked slowly, "Bill?" When she nodded, he was quiet for another moment, "... Bill? You slept with Bill Williamson?"

Celina couldn't help but blush a bit as she nodded, admitting what she had done... What she was doing. It was quiet at the moment as in no one knew what was going on with Celina and Bill except for of course Celina and Bill. That said, what was going on was still very much going on, "Yea, I did."

Hosea reached out for his tea but then retracted his hand back to himself, changing his mind, "And did you think about what this would cause? I mean, if you're seriously done with Dutch... and Bill, he's a drunk, dear. Bill is nothing but a buffoon."

Celina licked her lips, "Common, Hosea, he's not that bad." She looked down at her feet, she was getting defensive over Bill Williamson? Well, of course she was. Wait, what? She shrugged, "He's actually... I don't know."

Hosea raised a brow at her and dared ask the question on his mind, "What kind of father do you think he'd be?"

"I... um... I don't know." She fidgetted with her hands, when she had started her relationship with Bill, she hadn't thought about the possibility of her getting pregnant with his child.

Hosea dragged his hand down his face, "You're going to have to tell them, dear. It's not going to be easy, telling them the truth. I imagine it'll scare Bill and Dutch... you know Dutch'll lose his head over the thought you may be carrying another man's child. He does love you, you know, no matter how terrible he can be at showing it."

"I know." Celina nodded, she felt like she was almost in trouble by the rather disappointed look on the old man's face. She stood up, "Thank you, I needed to get that off my chest before I..." she sighed, "before I tell them."

Hosea nodded, "You're welcome, dear." He was quiet for another moment, "You should pray that that baby isn't Bill's, just for the sake of genetics, you know? Last thing we need is for a Williamson Jr. to be running around here."

Celina scoffed, "Hosea." She shook her head at the tone of voice he used, and then asked a question of her own, "How long have you kniw Bill?" It hadn't been clear to her before exactly how long the veteran had been running with the gang.

Hosea drawed in a deep breath as he watched her sit down again, "He joined us in 1894, a couple years after he was discharged from the army... so about eleven years now, what's it to you?"

Celina shrugged, "In that first five years, before I came along... did he," she tried to make herself comfortable, "Did he have anyone, to your knowledge? Like do you know how he is, in a relationship with a woman?"

Hosea cleared his throat before shaking his head, eyes narrowed in suspicion, "Do you... do you have feelings for him?"

Celina sighed and stood up again, patting him on the shoulder before walking by, "I just might."

...

Present time

Celina smiled at the sight of the pair who were quite possibly father and son as they emerged from Bill's cabin a minute later, Bill carrying both fishing poles and James carrying a small bait bag, "You two look handsome, about to go fishing."

She meant what she said, she really did, but really, she was trying to hide the fact that a couple tears had slid down her cheeks at the realization that Bill had initially forgotten about taking James out fishing. Bill was only forty years old, eleven years older than herself and yet he already had a very beginning sign of dementia it was scary. She hated to think that he could quite possibly down the line keep getting worse and worse.

Her mind flashed back to one night when he had opened up to her about the brief periods of memory loss he experienced a bit more often than what should have been normal.

...

"I had something real good I wanted to tell you, just now!" Bill made a sound of mental anguish and slammed his hand on the table, "Damn it, you would have loved it. Now it's- It's gone." His face was redenned with anger and he shook his head in annoyance with himself, "Why can't I remember? I... I can't remember. I'm always forgetting shit! Damn it."

Celina had sat her beer on the table and scooted closer to him on the couch, taking his bottle out of his hand and sitting it next to hers, "It's alright, we all forget. It's ok." She kissed him before laying her head on his shoulder, "If it's that good it'll come back."

Bill huffed and wrapped his thick arm around her shoulders, "I'm, I'm always forgetting though, always." He raised his free hand, "It's... I'm afraid." He finally said, "I'm afraid what if I end up like my dad? He was a mean, crazy bastard, always drunken... and out of his mind." Bill shook his head, "By the time he died he couldn't tell his right from his left."

Celina had choked on an involuntary sob then, gaining Bill's attention, "That won't be you Bill, it... it can't be."

...

Celina snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Bill's rather awkward voice, "Well.. thank you." He kept eye contact with her for a moment and looked down at James, nudging him gently, "Go on, tell your mom thanks."

"Thank you mum." James thanked her cheerfully and skipped away from Bill's house with the Veteran at his side.

Celina watched the two of them for a second or so, her heart aching, "Bill wasn't bad for that boy, not at all." She knew though that she would never allow James to start drinking, as long as she could keep him from doing so, just in case. Just in case he was Bill's son. She kicked her lips and turned on her heel, pushing the thought out of her mind as to how life could have been if Bill had believed her when she told him she loved him all those years ago.

Maybe it was better things had happened the way they had though because she had still loved Dutch at the time too. She hadn't been in love with Dutch at the time but she had still loved him. Maybe, maybe she would have ended up back with Dutch anyway... maybe that was just the way things were intended to be, Celina and Dutch.

She was in love with Dutch more than ever at present time, that wasn't a question. Still though, the question arose, what if she and Bill hadn't left things the way they had? Celina shook her head and walked away back in the direction of her and Dutch's home.

On the way, she was stopped by Flynn who was a black and white border collie dog. She crouched down and rubbed his belly when he rolled over, a smile on his doggy face and she laughed, "You're a good boy, aren't you, Flynn? You gonna go get your daddy?"

Flynn jumped to his paws and barked once, running off in the direction of John Marston who was making his way over to her with a smile on his scared face. Celina stood to her feet and smiled back at him in greeting, "How are ya, wolf man? How's life a literal five minutes away from the gang treating you?"

John chuckled and reached down to pet Flynn himself, "It's going good, just like it was when I came over here a few days ago."

"Well good, so are you going to come back yet?"

John shook his head, "Nope, I've got what I want. Abigail, Jack and I having our own lot? Couldn't be better, and with this guy." He pointed down at the dog at his side.

"You know, Marston," Arthur picked at him as he walked up, "They say dogs are related to wolves, no wonder the two of you get along so well."

John rolled his eyes but with an amused smirk, "Shut up, Arthur."

Arthur raised his hands in defence, "Hey, I'm just telling how it is. Dogs come from wolves, wolf ate half your brain. Don't you see the connection?"

Celina couldn't help herself but to laugh and John had to let himself laugh too, "How's James doing, Celina?"

She nodded, making herself stop laughing and answered John's question, "Good, he's out fishing with Bill now."

John looked surprised as his brows raised and he crossed his arms, leaning back slightly, "Well, that's good that Bill tries to be involved in his life. I can't say that I really expected that from him."

"Well why not, John?" It was Arthur who still had yet to learn to keep his mouth shut, "I'm sure he's out there teaching the boy how to hold a bottle right-"He was shut up when Celina drew her elbow back and connected it harshly with his side, "Damn," Arthur groaned as he doubled over somewhat and clutched at his side.

John laughed again and Celina held a proud smirk on her face as Arthur straightened up and have her a 'what was that for' look, "That crap ain't funny, cut it out."

John made a clawing action, "Rawr."

Celina raised a brow, "Don't you mean Aruuuuuhhhhh, like a wolf?"

That alone had broken any tension over Arthur's insensitive joke and had the three of them laughing once again. Celina walked out to the hogs, "Arthur, do you think you could get one of these guys to Pearson tonight? We're running low on meat."

Arthur nodded, "Of course, I'll take care of it here before long."

Celina nodded back at him and looked over at John, "Will you make sure that the chickens have food? And if not let someone know, I'm going to go and get started on milking the cows."

"Of course, I'd be happy to." John turned away from Celina and went off in the direction of the chicken coop as she went into the barn to get started with milking the cows.

When Celina opened the barn doors, she smiled at the sight of Javier in there, organizing the hay up in the hayloft, "Do we got enough room for the new load? We need to get it in before it rains tonight."

Javier nodded down at her, slinging another bale of hay until place, "Yeah, it should all be fine. I could use an extra hand though, maybe Charles?"

"I'll see what he's doing." Celina turned back around and to her luck, Charles was in sight out by the paddocks, "Charles, will you come in here and help Javier? He's too scrawny to organize the hay."

Javier, hearing her clearly, yelled back at her from inside the barn, "That is not what I said and I'm doing just fine... you know what? Screw you!" He then went on to ramble something in Spanish that Celina couldn't begin to understand.

Charles laughed at the exchange and pushed himself off of the fence he had been leaning on, "Yeah, I'll come help."

Celina nodded, "Good, thanks Charles." At that, she turned around herself and went back into the barn, sitting down on the stool next to one of the cows, she grabbed her bucket and began milking.

Charles entered three barn close behind her and climbed up into the loft to help Javier. Javier said something to him but Celina couldn't make it out. Really, Celina wasn't listening to whatever it was they managed to strike up a conveesation about but rather zoned out herself as she went about her cow-milking duties.

Living on the homestead was fun, she loved it and they had all made some great memories there. It was a lot of work though, undeniably but it paid off for sure. They had all the fruit/vegetables they needed from growing them themselves, they had all the meat they needed in the form of chickens, cows, pigs... they had a well for water. They had a barn for their horses.

If they were ever in the need of money, they could usually always get people to buy goods from them. In the case they couldn't? They had some savings still put back and it wasn't like they didn't do the odd small jobs such as robbing robbers and such- quietly.
Celina yawned as she finished filling the first bucket and pulled the second one out. Almost all of them ate cereal in the morning for breakfast, it being fast and easy. That said, the milk was always in high demand.

"You falling asleep down there?" It was Javier who teased her from above.

She rolled her eyes, pausing in her current task, "No, but shouldn't you have that job taken care of by now? Slacker."

"We gonna fight." The Mexican laughed.

Celina laughed back at him, "Fine, let's see what you got then. You know what I think?"

"What?"

"That after going into retirement all you boys went and got soft."

"Oh, do you now?"

She couldn't manage to wipe the smile from her face at the 'trouble' she was getting herself into. After she filled the second bucket of milk, she addressed Charles who started down the ladder to grab the fresh hay, "How's your woman doing, Charles?"

"She's good," Charles looked over at her, his braided Mohawk flipping up onto his shoulder, "Thanks for asking.. how are you and Dutch?"

"Great," she smiled thinking about the man she loved, "He's a really good dad to James. A good man to me. He just had to learn how to be, you know?"

"I get it." Charles began throwing fresh bales of hay from the ground up into the loft to Javier, "Dutch hadn't ever had experience being a dad before that I know of."

"No, he didn't." Javier agreed.

"Well," Celina stood to her feet and held a full bucket of milk in each hand as she exited the stall, "He's a good one."

Charles continued to try to keep the conversion going, "Where is James anyway?"

Celina paused on her way out of the barn, "Bill took him out fishing."

"Bill did?" Charles inquired, his voice holding a tone of surprise.

Celina nodded, "Yeah, he does things with him sometimes, I don't see why everyone seems so surprised over it."

The native shrugged, "Still just don't seem like a real Bill- like thing to do, I guess."

Celina shook her head, "I've got to get this milk back to the house and see about getting it good to drink." She nodded to them in temporary parting, "I'll see you guys later."

...

Celina slowly opened her eyes from where she lied across the couch. With Dutch out doing who knew what and James out with Bill, she actually had the place to herself and had granted herself a nap. Now though, with the sound of the front door opening and closing, she was once again awake and curious as to which one of them had come home, "Dutch? James?"

James' small, adorable voice was the one to respond to her, "Hi mom."

She sat up with a smile on her own face, "Hi baby, did you and uncle Bill catch any fish?"

"We caught some," James walked over to the couch and sat down beside his mom, "Uncle Bill has them, he's frying them now."

"Oh, is he?"

James nodded, "Yeah, he told me to get you."

Celina laughed and stood to her feet, "Ok, I'll go see what he wants." She licked her lips, "Have you seen your daddy?"

"Nope." The little boy didn't seem bothered.

Celina's brows furrowed, where was Dutch exactly? He hadn't mentioned anything to her that morning about leaving and it wasn't like him to just do such a thing like leaving without a word. She nodded and swallowed, "Ok, well let's go see what Bill wants and then you might have to stay with him because... Dutch. Your daddy shouldn't be MIA."

"MIA?"

Celina laughed at how cute the acronym sounded coming from him, "Missing in action."

"Oh."

Celina walked out of their house with James' small hand in her own, immediately addressing Bill who sat on a log near the campfire, frying some fish as he said he would, "Hey, Bill?"

Bill looked up at her, "What is it?"

"Have you seen Dutch?"

Bill thought for a moment, "No... no, I haven't seen Dutch. Saw him a little earlier but nothing after that."

"Hmm..." Celina shook her head, she was sure he was fine, if he wasn't back soon then she would go and look for him. Looking over to the corral, she saw The Count was gone, so he had to have voluntarily went somewhere. She sat down on a log across the fire from Bill, James quickly taking a seat beside her.

...

After the gang had eaten the lunch that Bill had brought back and cooked up for them and there still wasn't any sign of Dutch, Ceiina began to really worry. The best she got for an answer of his whereabouts was from Javier who he had apparently told he was going 'out'. Apparently, he hadn't elaborated.

Celina took a drink of her water and looked over at Arthur, "Will you... will you ride with me? See if we can't find Dutch? I'm worried about him."

Arthur nodded and stood up, "Of course." He sqeezed Sadie's shoulder, "Would you like to come?"

Sadie nodded and finished off her fish, "Of course."

Celina dipped her head gratefully to the two of them, "Thanks you guys." She looked back at the rest of the gang, not wanting to pass off watching James soley onto Bill, "Will you guys watch James for me please? Hopefully we'll be back soon." Several of the gang nodded without hesitation and Celina sent a smile of relief their way, "Thank you." She turned back to Arthur and Sadie as she walked away from the camp fire, "Let's go."

...

A/N: Thank you all for taking the time to read! Let me know what you all think of this chapter if you would, please :)

Revealed some more flashbacks which I thought were satisfying/interesting. So... yep, Celina had fallen in love with Bill but we can see how that turned out.

Any thoughts on Dutch's whereabouts?

Also, I'll probably be bringing Aiden back into the story some more. Any wishes there?

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dead Redemption 1 or 2 or anything associated with it.