Aphmau's POV
I walked into my seven-year-old girl's room. I was eighteen now and I struggled to take care of us but we got by. I did have my own house and had a job. It wasn't too stable but it got the job done. It was currently summer so I don't have to worry about getting her to school. I opened the door. I woke her up and she sat up.
"Good morning," I smiled.
"Good morning, Mom," She sat up. We went downstairs and I made her breakfast and waited for the babysitter. Then I went to work. I came home later and paid the babysitter. She left and I sat down on the couch with Lilith.
"Mom, can I have a Dad?" She asked. I looked over at her.
"Lilith, I can't just get you a dad. It takes... someone who actually loves you," I sighed.
"Hmph," She pouted and went upstairs. I sighed and followed her upstairs. I opened her bedroom door.
"Hey, I have something to tell you," I said.
"What?" She said, still pouting.
"I've found a guy. He's coming over tomorrow for dinner tomorrow," She said.
"I want my really daddy!" She said.
"Sorry, too bad," I stood up and walked outside of her room. What am I going to do with her?
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My Family...
FanfictionAphmau was a thirteen year old girl when she gave birth to her little girl Lilith... Her boyfriend left her at the time. She's struggling until she has a new relationship.