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"No, it's one of the reasons why I love you." Narrowleaf replied.
Narrowleaf sighed. "You're stubborn, y'know that." He said, hugging Brisk.
"Sorry. I... I love you both..." He replied, smiling.
"Are you... feeling okay?" Narrowleaf asked.
"Nothing. Just... nothing." He replied, smiling.
Narrowleaf began murmuring something to himself. "Oh yeah... You are."
"Willow, how old are you?" Narrowleaf asked, ignoring the statement. "Five? Six?"
(Try living in Minnesota.) "I have no clue how she could have learned this." Narrowleaf said, chuckling.
(Okay. Bye.) Narrowleaf sighed, then placed a muffin in his mouth.
"Okay." He said. "...We should be fine then."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Narrowleaf asked, worry in his voice.
"Don't." He replied. "Y-you... You don't have any past fiances or husbands, right?"
"No... Not anymore. I probably wouldn't of taken Willow if I did." He replied. "...Even if Willow is our daughter."
Narrowleaf sighed. "Everything I've been through with Addie." He said. "...It's nothing like the stuff we've done, though."
"Yeah. Just a little." Narrowleaf said.
"Yeah... I think she deserved her punishment, though." Narrowleaf replied. "She... She's been different. Normally, she's sweet and kind, wouldn't...
Narrowleaf smiled. "Looks like they're coming back." He said.
Narrowleaf kissed Brisk on the forehead, and grabbed another muffin. "...She likes you, too." He said.
"I'm glad we're together, Brisk." Narrowleaf said, sighing. "...You'll be a great mother."
Narrowleaf trotted next to Brisk. "I'm glad I got our daughter home." He murmured, smiling.
