It felt like years had past, standing in that room. At some point Everyone started congratulating us. It all happened so fast. Next thing I knew I was in Frisk's old room, getting ready for bed.

"Sans, Sans…Sans are you listening?"

"Huh, oh sorry, what was that Sweetheart?"

"Sans… are you okay? You've been acting strange." Of course I was. I should have noticed there was part of my magic in Frisk's soul. No, I did notice… but I paid no mind to it. How was I expose to be responsible when I sluff off on even paying attention to my wife's soul? But that's not what troubled me the most… Frisk, she was so weak. This pregnancy was far from a typical one for humans and monsters alike. Could... could she even survive it, or the baby…

"Sans."

"Huh?"

"Tell me what's wrong." Frisk looked worriedly at me. I didn't know how, or if I could tell her what I felt. I was afraid, and if I tried to ask her what I wanted her to do for her safety… I just couldn't. The only thing I could do was watch, and hope that she and the kid would make it out alive. But, if something did happen, if she… if she died…

"Sans!" My eyes snapped up to look straight into hers. She was crying twisting the shirt she had in her hands.

"Hey, hey Sweetheart, why are you crying?" I lightly put my hands on her face.

"A-are you mad?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"D-do you not want to have the baby? Do you hate me now?" My eye sockets went wide. I pulled her into a hug, and set my head on top of hers.

"I'm not mad, and I sure as hell don't hate you Sweetheart."

"Then, why?"

I held her a little tighter. I was happy, about the kid… but my own selfish fears drowned out the thoughts of everything ending happily. Because this wasn't an anime or movie where everything ends happily and the family lives happy ever after. This was real, and the possibilities were endless. Because of Frisk being so physically weak, she was always advised to not get pregnant. That only meant that Frisk was so physically sick, that even with today's technology… the risk was high. She loved kids, and would make a great mother. She-she would, but….

"Frisk I'm scared. Wh-what if something happens to you, or them? What if you..you die…? What will happen to me?" They were silent for a second. After a short moment of silence she pulled away with a smile.

"I promised I'd never leave, remember? But, Sans no matter what I want the baby to survive. I couldn't live with anything else. So please, be strong for both of us, and I promise I'll always be by your side." I began to cry, dropping to my knees and nuzzling my face into Frisk stomach softly. She stroked my head, and hummed soothingly. She really would make a great Mom.

As I sat there, my head pressed up against her stomach, I could feel their soul my magic in their soul. I had never felt anything like it, and wondered if I ever would again, as I listened to her hum.

"I have never loved someone the way I love you
I have never seen a smile like yours
And if you grow up to be king or clown or pauper
I will say you are my favorite one in town

I have never held a hand so soft and sacred
When I hear your laugh I know heaven's key
And when I grow to be a poppy in the graveyard
I will send you all my love upon the breeze

And if the breeze won't blow your way, I will be the sun
And if the sun won't shine your way, I will be the rain
And if the rain won't wash away all your aches and pains
I will find some other way to tell you you're okay.

You're okay..."