Pallet's pov
It was a few months after the wedding. Me and Goth were just moving into our own house. It was small, but perfect for us. We were both content, I know Goth was because she kept telling me that she was happy, and if she is happy, I am happy.
Time skip
"Pally~" Goth called.
"Sup?" I asked. She tackle-hugged me.
"I love you~"
"Love you too!"
"Pally?"
"Yeah?"
"Guess what?"
She handed me something. A . . . Pregnancy test?!
"I'm pregnant." She looked at me like she was afraid that I was going to hurt her. When I took a step towards her, she squeaked and ran into a room.
I found her curled up on the bed, looking worried. "Babe?" She looked at me. I was afraid to ask this question. "Wh-who is the father?"
" . . . "
"Goth . . ." She mumbled something. "What?"
"Your the father."
It took me a while to process what she said, but what I did, I grinned. "We're starting a family of our own, aren't we."
She smiled and nodded.
