-Garroth's POV-

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(Nilla)

Aphmau hasn't been looking good. She's locked herself in her house. I decided to knock on the door.

"Aphmau? It's me. Garroth." I said. I could hear her come near the door.

"Hey Garroth." Her voice sounded racked, as if she spent hours crying.

"Have you been crying?" I ask carefully.

"Maybe... But I don't wanna talk about it."

"Aphmau, you can tell me anything, you know that."

The door opened slowly to show Aphmau, her hair not made and her eyes red and puffy.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She looked down.

"I... I... I'm pregnant." She said, her voice breaking.

"That's wonderful, but... Who's the father?" I asked.

"I'll tell you guys later." Aphmau went back into her house. That left me wondering...

Am I the father?

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