So here comes chapter 2. I hope you all like it.

"We're back!"

Chara's loud voice carried through the house. Asriel broke out in a nervous sweat as his sister came into the living room. She grinned at him. Right behind her was his youngest sister, Luna.

"Hi, guys!" he choked out. Luna dropped her shopping bags.

"Where's Frisk?" she asked excitedly.

"W-what?!"

"Don't pretend she's not here!" Luna rolled her blue eyes. "We saw her car in the driveway and—" She broke off as Frisk came downstairs holding her baby. Her eyes got huge, and so did Chara's.

"Frisk?!" Chara blurted, obviously struggling not to make a "you-got-fucked-by-a-douchebag-who-didn't-wear-a-condom" joke.

(Really, though, she'd been watching/playing too much South Park lately.)

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Undyne yelled as soon as she got through the door and saw the baby.

"SHHHHHH!" Frisk hissed, but it was too late. Melody started crying. "No, no, sweetie! Shhhh…" She began rocking her daughter gently while everyone stared.

Except Chara, who grabbed Asriel and yanked him upstairs.

"Okay, bro. You have about five seconds to explain what the hell happened!"

"Look, Frisk and I, we sort of…"

"Oh, I know about you fucking Frisk. You're lucky I'm the only one who has a room near hers besides you. But I'm just mega-pissed-off that you got her pregnant and let her go off to college alone!"

"I didn't know she was pregnant when she took off!"

"Excuses! Now, I'm an aunt, and I want to meet my niece." She began to leave, but turned to face her brother. "Oh, and keep it in your pants around her, okay?"

"CHARA!"

But she was already gone.

"Omigod, she's soooo cute!" squealed Luna, looking at her niece. "Hiya, Melody! I'm your Auntie Luna!"

"So, Frisk," Toriel began, seeming extremely nervous. "When did you… erm…"

"Before I went to college."

"She's… mine, too," Asriel confessed to his mother.

Toriel pressed her lips into a thin line, looking like she was about to kill her son. That was when Melody decided to start crying again.

"Shhhh…" Frisk soothed, rocking her gently. Melody continued screaming.

"Maybe she's hungry?" Alphys suggested.

"I just fed her," Frisk replied, biting her lip. "And she doesn't smell like she needs a diaper change…"

"Let me hold her," Asriel offered. Frisk handed Melody over to her father, who began rocking his daughter gently, as her mother had done. Gradually, Melody's cries subsided.

"I guess she just wanted someone else to hold her."

Asriel, on the other hand, was marveling at his daughter. She was so small, and looked so much like a tiny version of Frisk. His heart was pounding as she gazed at him with her big brown eyes.

"She's so… little," he whispered.

"Asriel, cradle her head." Frisk gently showed him how to do it. Melody let out a babble and reached for her father's finger. He let out a little laugh.

Sans smirked at his stepson's nervousness.

"A little jumpy, are we?" he teased.

"I'm scared I'll drop her or something."

"You'll be fine," Frisk assured him.

"The last time I held a baby this young was when I was 8, when Luna was a baby."

"And I'm perfectly okay," Luna added.

Melody let out a baby-sized yawn and cuddled closer to her father's chest.

"She's falling asleep! What do I do?!" he whispered frantically. Frisk took their daughter from him and put her back in her baby seat, trying not to laugh.

"She's not made of glass, Azzy. She won't break."

"And now, we need to discuss this," Toriel said, sitting down in her favorite chair.

"Let me put Melody in my room first," Frisk offered, taking the infant upstairs.

"Now, about the fact that you two have a baby in the first place…" Toriel began, looking from her son to her stepdaughter. "I'm happy to have a grandchild. I just wasn't expecting to be a grandmother so soon."

"It wasn't planned!" Asriel yelped as Frisk turned beet-red.

"I didn't think it was. I'm just curious to know exactly what your plans are for Melody."

"I didn't have a plan," Frisk confessed. "I was hoping all of you could help me."

"Of course we can. Sans and I have raised four children."

(At this, Chara coughed loudly to remind Toriel that she isn't Sans's child.)

"Melody will be a delight to help raise."

"Thanks, Mom. I'm going to go take a nap. Melody cried most of the way here."

Frisk disappeared upstairs while Toriel turned to Asriel.

"And now, young man, I believe we need to have a discussion."

"Here we go," he muttered.

During the night, Frisk got up repeatedly to feed and change Melody. She was used to the routine, so she advised her siblings to wear earplugs while they slept.

The next morning, Chara came into the kitchen to find Frisk sitting at the table, Melody in Luna's old highchair. She was babbling while Frisk had dark circles under her eyes.

"Hey, sis. You okay?" Chara asked.

"I'm fine." Frisk rubbed her eyes. "It's just tough being a mom."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Melody needs a lot of attention right now, so I have to come second to that."

"Well, now that it's just us, why don't you tell me if anything interesting happened while you were at school?"

"Like what?"

"Any guys try to get with you?"

"Um…" Frisk blushed. "Not really, until after Melody was born. They thought I was 'easy' because I had a baby already."

"Assholes."

Frisk gasped and covered her daughter's ears.

"Oh, God, Frisk! It's not like she understands what I'm saying."

"You don't know that! Babies are very smart."

"Great, so now there's a swearing restriction?!"

"Yes, until Melody's a lot older."

"Ugh! You suck!"

"No, it's called being a good mother."

Chara banged her head on the table, making Melody look at her in alarm.

"It's okay, Mellie," Frisk assured her daughter. "Auntie Chara's just being weird."

"This is gonna be hell…" Chara grumbled angrily.

So that's it for chapter 2. Sorry it wasn't that long, but I had writer's block for most of it.

I need ideas, people! This is supposed to be about the whole family, not just Frisk, Asriel, and Melody. Give me suggestions in the reviews! I'll give you credit if you leave a name, or you can remain uncredited if you're a guest and choose to remain anonymous. I'm looking forward to your suggestions!

Anyway…

So long and thanks for all the fish!