Dutch, Sean and Javier stood just outside the small town, peering into it from where they were hidden by trees and shrubbery, binoculars in Dutch's hands, "This is all..." he laughed excitedly, "This is all great, good and quiet." The sun was setting and along with it, the activity in the town was dying down. "Ok," he put his binoculars back in his bag, "Boys, let's head in."

That's exactly what the three of them did, Sean and Javier loyally following Dutch as they strolled with feigned innocence into the town. Dutch looked back over his shoulder at the two of them, "Real clean, remember that."

They all walked up to the front of the bank and pulled their bandanas up before walking into the bank slowly, hands ready to draw their weapons. Dutch drew his weapon as soon as he entered the building, "This is a robbery, everyone drop to the ground, now!"

People screamed as the men waved their guns at them, showing that they meant business. Javier walked towards the man who looked like a manager and held his gun against his back, gesturing to the cash box behind the counter, "Open the cash box now and I may not kill you."

The man shook voilently with fear, "Scum like you were supposed to be dealt with years ago." He attempted to insert the code into the metal box with shaking hands.

Javier bounced on his toes, "Common, common, would you hurry up? We ain't got all evening." He watched as the man finally opened the box and began to deposit stacks of cash into the bag that the Mexican held.

Sean peered out the window to the best of his ability from where he stood in the middle of the room, "I don't see any activity, you guys. I think we're good."

"We're not leaving until I say we are," Dutch grabbed the other bank teller and practically threw him towards the safe, "Open it, now, and make it fast."

"Dutch," Javier knocked out the bank teller that he had forced to empty the cash box with the butt of his gun, making several hostages shriek in fear, he growled his words at those people, "Oh, shut up." He then turned his attention back to Dutch, "Dutch, there was a good amount of money in that box. I think we're good. Common man."

Dutch shook his head and ordered the teller to work on getting the safe open quicker, "We will be fine. If we have to fight our way out of here then we will."

Javier looked over at Sean who was threatening to shoot a man and took a deep breath before glancing out the window again, "Dutch. People are going to start realizing that something is off here and once they do, we're out in the open again. We can't afford to be recognized."

"We won't be," Dutch glanced back over his shoulder at him, "The only tricky part about this is going to be potentially cracking these safes without Arthur. I'm afraid Celina has convinced him to never come along for something like this again."

Finally, the bank teller in his frightened state had managed to get the safe open, and Dutch's brows rose with pleasant surprise to see that that was the only safe, stacks of cash sitting on display right before him. Quickly, Dutch shoveled the money into his bag and turned back to Sean and Javier. "Ok," he smiled, "Now, let's get out of here."

The three men quietly filed out of the bank and slipped out of sight undetected by anyone. At least that's what they all thought until a man yelled out, "Hey, that's Dutch Van Der Linde!"

At that, the three outlaws fled to their horses, firing back at their pursuers as they mounted up and took off. A few law men chased after them on horses of their own, firing at them in hopes of finally killing Dutch Van Der Linde once and for all. Of course, as the gang almost always did, they managed to shoot down their pursuers before and bullets penetrated their own flesh.

As they fled the scene, putting more and more distance between themselves and the town, Javier spoke to Dutch, "Man, what was that back there? Getting greedy like that? Almost turned into a bloodbath."

Dutch's response was short and simple, "We needed the money, we got the money. Now we can make it through the winter without issue."

...

Nothing about saying they would get through the winter without issue was correct when it came down to the fact that Celina was right. When it came to matters of Dutch, Celina found that she was oftenly right whether she wanted to be or not. That was supposedly both a blessing and a curse to know.

The bank, as she thought, wasn't enough to fulfill Dutch's need for action. It wasn't enough to get the urge to rob out of his system, not enough of an adrenaline rush to keep him satisfied. So, due to those things, he had turned his attention from the smaller, more frequent robberies and towards the larger heists which he loved so much.

They lived like that for the past four months, hitting larger areas, robbing banks once again which were a good ways away from home, hitting trains a good ways away. Luckily, they managed not to lose anyone in the heists and it remained a true belief that as long as they kept the noise they made far away from home, no one would follow them back home.

It seemed to be working, no law out their way to their knowledge was tracking them down. It seemed safe, but a lot of the gang just still wasn't comfortable with it. They had the life they had fought for. They had achieved the quiet, peaceful life they had all longed for. Now to just turn back to a life of robbing and killing?

Celina had not participated in their larger heists just because the fact remained that if she would have went along for the job, she would be forfeiting her right to speak against it by all rights. That, was not something she wanted to do. As the months went on, more and more gang members seemed to think it was going to be ok, pulling off larger heists further away from camp. The only ones who stayed away from agreeing with that theory other than herself was Arthur and Sadie.

Really, when it came down to it, the three of them were more than mildly concerned over the possibility of things blowing up in their faces sooner than later. The country had to know who it was back in the outlaw business, that it was the Van Der Linde gang coming out of retirement and stirring up chaos. It was only a matter of time before something would likely go wrong. Things could eventually go very, very wrong and it could cost them everything they held dear.

They could be separated from one another and chased away from their beautiful homes which they had built from the ground up themselves. How awful would that be, to lose the things they had vowed to always fight for over the stupid chase of an adrenaline rush? Dutch had always said that it wasn't about the money. Now that they had all the money they needed and more, the fact that Dutch continued to bring it in proved his words true. It wasn't about the money, it may have never been about the money, but it was about seeing how much he could get away with. It was about seeing just how much power he could aquire. He was getting greedy.

Celina sat outside by the campfire that was illuminating the snowy ground, her breath visible due to the cold air. The woman crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her head on Dutch's shoulder affectionately. No matter the fact that she could see him getting greedy with what he could get away with, she loved him. Her love for him was eternal.

He wrapped his arm around her and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, running his fingers through her hair softly and balanced James on his leg with his free hand. He whispered his heart-felt words into her ear, "I love you."

Celina smiled at that, and felt a shiver at the contact of his warm breath on her ear and neck, "I love you too."

Dutch chuckled and gently moved James from his leg, "You know, miss Knoll, there is something that you and I haven't done in quite a while..."

Celina looked up at him, ignoring the questioning looks of their friends, "You wanna go on a ride?"

"Indeed I do," Dutch stood to his feet and reached his hand out to her, helping her to her own feet, "We haven't been on a ride just the two of us in quite a while so why don't we make the most of this fine evening and do just that?"

Celina let go of his hand and nodded looking back at James before looking to Sadie, "Sadie, would you mind watching him while we're out? I wouldn't imagine that we would take too long."

Sadie readily agreed and Dutch guided Celina away from the gang with his hand on her lower back, "I actually ensured that Sadie would be able to watch him earlier today. You can think Mrs. Adler-Morgan for the gift of this evening."

Celina couldn't wipe the smile off her face, it had been a while- months since she and Dutch had gotten out just the two of them and she had been itching to do so. Home with Dutch was nice of course, like a dream come true, even if she thought his recent behavior and urge to rob was rediculous, "Thank you Sadie."

The former widow waved her off with a smile and wink, "Go and have fun with your man. We'll be here when you get back."

So, Celina and Dutch did just that, Dutch of course mounting The Count and Celina climbing onto Bullet before the two of them spurred their horses forwards and took off. Celina couldn't help but express the joy she felt as she rode alongside her outlaw, "I'm glad that we finally got to get out together. I know you've been busy lately."

"I have got to agree," Dutch looked over at her with that enchanting twinkle in his eyes that he got whenever he was feeling like himself, "I know that you don't like that we've been robbing more here recently, but it's working. Before long we'll be sitting on mounds of money and won't ever have to worry about the money situation again. We just have to build up as much as we can now. The law is only getting stronger and stronger, in five years from now if we would wander into the heart of civilization I highly doubt we'd be able to make it out with our lives- any of us, if we were recognized."

Celina nodded but didn't look over at him. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, fingers fidgeting in the slightest with her reigns, "I know that's how you and so many of the others feel, Dutch." She chewed on her bottom lip for a second, "Can we talk about something else please?"

Dutch immediately shut up and nodded, casting her a rather empathetic look, "I'm sorry, this night is about us and our relationship..." he licked his lips and thought on what to say for a moment, "You know, I know you said you want to talk abbot something else, and that's fine, but there is something I want to say first."

Celina took a deep breath, ready to be on the offensive at any second if need be, "What is it?"

He smiled at her as if there was something good he had to say on the subject, "One more heist, just one more and we're done. We'll be out of this business forever and free to go on with our lives."

Celina knew better than to get excited about that, "Ok. But please, let's talk about something else. There's... There's sometging that I actually need to tell you."

He looked over at her in question, feeling a bit of fear as to what it was he expected her to say. She wasn't going to say the words that he feared would come, was she? He felt as if he were almost physically bracing himself for the impact of her words, only what she said was entirely unexpected, "I'm pregnant."

Dutch's mouth gaped open in shock, "Wh-What? You're pregnant again?"

Celina nodded with a small, uncertain smile on her face, "Yea, I'm... I'm certain I'm pregnant. You're going to be a dad to another wonderful little child." She stared at his face for a moment to the best of her ability due to the darkening sky, watching for any expression on his face to give away how he felt. When he didn't react, she felt her heart begin to sink. Was he mad? How did he feel about having another kid? That was something that they had never discussed.

Finally, Dutch succeeded in speaking, slowing The Count to a stop, "You're pregnant. You're..." he shook his head and looked up to the sky, "You're... it's... the kid's mine?"

Celina couldn't help but laugh at his words, the way they left his mouth was too cute, too innocent. Dutch Van Der Linde, innocent. Who would have ever thought the two would go hand-in-hand? She circled Bullet back and stopped beside Dutch and The Count, "Of course it's yours, Dutch." She smiled and reached out to him, resting her left hand on his arm, "Who else's would it be?"

Dutch still looked like he was having a hard time processing what he was being told and frankly, Celina delighted in the moment. Dutch licked his lips, "I'm going to be a father for sure, no questions asked."

She found herself laughing at the man beside her yet again, "No questions asked. This baby growing inside of me now, it's yours, absolutely one-hundred percent yours. You're a dad, Dutch, for sure this time."

Dutch looked over at her with a stunned expression playing out across his face and leaned over to crash his lips passionately onto hers. Celina leaned into him as well and kissed him back with just as much passion. He smiled as he pulled away from her, "My kid. I can't believe I'm going to officially be a dad."

Celina shook her head with a small smile on her face still, "You know, there is a little boy named James who is also your kid." She spurred Bullet forward at a walk.

Dutch followed on The Count, "Of course I haven't forgotten about James. I love that little boy. It's just, this is different, knowing that I'm definately the kids biological father."

Celina nodded, "So, please, Dutch. Just think. We have our freedom, we have it right now, where we live, right now. Do you really want to risk losing it by trying to make more scores? Do you really want us to have to be on the run again just to keep our freedom that we would have lost due to greed?" She tugged on her hair, "I know I said I didn't want to talk about this, but... every time you say 'one more score' there's another to follow. I'm afraid that we can't be chasing scores anymore, Dutch. We have too much to lose. And with this new baby on the way? I may not be able to run when the time comes."

Dutch continued to ride The Count at a trot, Celina matching his pace, "One more score and that will be it. They won't find us, I promise. It'll all be ok. After this train which is carrying tons of more payload than you can imagine, we'll all officially retire for good. No more illegal activity at all. We'll disappear from the eyes of society entirely." He tried to sound sure of the words that he spoke. He tried to convince her that he meant what he said. Really though, after knowing him for nearly seven years, Dutch Van Der Linde was not fooling her, not in the slightest. It was all too obvious that he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince her.

Celina let it slide and tried to seem like she believed him as much as he tried to seem like she should, "Ok, fine, Dutch. One more score and we're in retirement, permanately. After this, our income will be strictly legal."

The two of them rode onwards as the sky continued to grow darker, making conversation as they rode and laughing at things that were appropriate to do so at. Finally, Dutch brought up the topic of the baby once again, "Do you think it's a boy or a girl, the baby?"

Celina shrugged with a small smile, "I don't know, part of me is hoping for a girl since we already have a boy, you know?"

Dutch was quiet for a moment before nodding slowly, "I would like to have a boy, I think though. A son who's undeniably my own. I think..." He hesitated another moment as he tried to think of how to say what he wanted to, "I really think that James just might be Bill's son."

Celina's brows furrowed in thought as she pictured her oldest child in her mind, "What makes you think that?"

Dutch let out a slow breath, "I think he looks like him a little bit."

"How?"

"Well..." Dutch tried to think of a way to describe it but he found himself at loss, "I don't know. I just think he looks like he probably is his son. Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me because I want him to be mine. I don't..." Dutch took a deep breath, "I don't want to think that you have a kid by someone other than me... expecially not Bill."

Celina shrugged, a bit careless to that statement, she still blamed him for what had happened between her and Bill. Not that she regretted what had happened between the two of them.. she surprisingly didn't, "Well, what's done is done I suppose. We'll just have to let time tell who's son he is."

Dutch nodded, "Indeed we will." He looked up to the sky which had gotten dark, "We probably shouldn't have stayed out so long."

Celina agreed, "I know we shouldn't have but it's a nice night and it's not like we do this a lot. I'm glad that we got to do this together." She yawned.

Dutch laughed, "Agreed, but don't go getting too tired on me now, we've still got to make the ride back."

She yawned again, causing Dutch to shake his head with an amused smile, "I know, let's go."

Dutch smirked at her, "I know a way for you to wake up on the ride back."

She pursed her lips, immediately thinking his suggestion to be something dirty although she couldn't figure out what, "What's that?"

"We could... race."

Celina laughed and rolled her eyes at her man, "That's stupid, why would we race back when it's as dark as it is? I'd be likely to ride right into a tree... or have Bullet trip over a boulder or something."

Dutch closed his eyes tightly and laughed, "Ok, I suppose that wasn't my most thought through suggestion," he continued to laugh good-naturedly, "Ride alongside me, little lady. I'll see that you get home alright."

Celina laughed back at him, "You're stupid."

He smiled over at her, "That would be you, for putting up with me all these years."

Celina rolled her eyes dramatically, "Well, yea. I guess you're right. I suppose when we get back I'll pack my bags and be on my way."

At the sound of a wolf howl, Dutch jumped in his saddle a bit, much to Celina's amusement, "Yeah, let's... let's get out of here and back home. There's too much going bump in the night tonight."

Celina bit on her bottom lip lightly with a teasing smile as she rode alongside him, "I don't think I've ever seen you squirm like this before, Dutch. Are you getting easier to get to in your old age?"

Dutch sent her a look of fake annoyance, "Forty-eight, I'm forty-eight. Who are you calling old?"

Celina shrugged innocently, "I don't know... I mean, you're like, nineteen... years older than me? I don't..." she shrugged innocently again, "I have no idea who I would be calling old.. certainly not the one who's getting the grey hair."

"Oh you're going to get it when we get home."

Celina's brows rose along with her voice, "I'm going to get it? Sounds great."

Dutch snorted with laughter, "How you make my life so much more complete."

The two of them rode on for only about another minute or so before they heard the words that they hadn't heard in so long and were hoping to never hear again as light fell upon them, "You two put your hands up, you're surrounded."

Celina closed her eyes and raised her hands slowly, showing that they were weapon free, "Please, I don't know what's going on, but my husband, Willis and I are just trying to enjoy a nice ride. If you would be so kind sir, to let us on our way?"

She knew what they were dealing with for sure, bounty hunters. Still, she figured, maybe, just maybe it was getting dark enough that she could convince them that they had the wrong couple. Maybe? Possibly? The bounty hunter who had told them to put their hands up did not seem to believe a word out of her mouth, "I have no idea who you are, ma'am, but I happen to know Dutch Van Der Linde when I see him. We're going to bring both of you into the law tomorrow morning, alive if you'll let us."

Dutch spoke up, trying not to sound too much like himself, "Now fellas, you've got to hear me out, I've unfortunately got an unfortunate face. My name is Willis Turner, I don't know that Van Der Linde guy you're speaking of but I sure do hope you catch him."

The bounty hunter chuckled in a way that left no no question as to what he believed, he knew that he was looking at the one and only Dutch Van Der Linde. He whistled lowly, "Why don't you do me a favor and climb off your horses? We really want to bring you in alive, Mr. Van Der Linde, and miss, guilty by association. There is a very, very pretty price on your still breathing head, Dutch. Try to fight your way out of this, and we'll shoot your woman."

Dutch looked over at Celina with a look of worry she had only seen on his face in the most dire of situations. He nodded, his eyes telling her that he loved her as he dismounted the count. Celina followed his lead and placed both feet on the ground before dropping to her knees beside the man whom she never in her life thought she'd see kneel before someone other than in the bedroom of course.

The man who seemed to be the leader of the bounty hunters hopped off his own horse as did another man and they made their way over to Celina and Dutch, quickly patting them down and removing any weapons from them. Once satisfied, the bounty hunter smiled down at them mockingly, the moonlight glinting off his teeth, "Are the two of you going to come with us willingly? Or are we going to have to hogtie you and throw you over the backs of our horses?" He turned Dutch's revolver over in his hands, "Because you know, if you do decide to make this difficult, Mr. Van Der Linde..." he pointed the gun at Celina's head threateningly, "It's going to cost you."

Dutch set his jaw, his blood pressure rising even more than it already had and making his face blood red as a result. He stared at the man before him with the hatred of a thousand men, if looks could kill, all seven or eight men surrounding them would have dropped dead. Finally, Dutch growled out his answer, "We will come willingly."

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A/N: Well, there's the next chapter, sorry it took so long you guys but thank you for patiently waiting for it. It was just so hard for me to write when sick, hardly had the energy or motivation to do so but I did write a bit at a time and am starting to feel a little better *knock on wood*.

Anyway, Celina is pregnant again, this time by Dutch for sure and Dutch is convinced that James is Bill's. Thoughts on this?

Also, Celina and Dutch are now captured due to the gang having made too much noise and got the law/bounty hunters back on their trail once again. What do you guys think will happen here?

Looking forward to reading any thoughts/predictions as always.

Hope you enjoyed!

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