Chapter 2!

I hope you all like this!

Also, I realized something. This story and 'Gaster's Visit' have one thing in common. Not that they are both stories that aren't finished yet but that they are stories where Toriel is babying a skeleton.

The funny part about that is what if these stories were connected somehow. Like Toriel tells Sans a story about how Gaster (his dad in my eyes) was a baby around her too. Oh, the fanfics...

I love ABDL...

Anyways, enjoy!

Sans ate his dinner quietly.

He was deep in his thoughts about the woman behind the door. The lady in the Ruins.

"Toriel…"

She was so nice, both physically and personality-wise. And when she picked him up, his heart raced. He knew it wasn't love, that was fact. At least, not the romantic kind of way.

Memories danced around his head as the goat had cradled him in her soft arms. It was so warm, so nurturing. Like she would do anything in the world to protect him and love him.

Just like a mother would.

"Sans, are you alright?"

Sans blinked and looked back up at his sibling. Papyrus stared back, worry and confusion filled his bony features. The shorter of the two blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, everything cool bro. Nothin' to worry about here."

Papyrus instantly looked hurt. This was normal for the taller skeleton to hear. And he hated that. Why wouldn't he want to tell him about anything? He keeps saying that everything was fine but...was it?

He kept the emotion in his sockets but his mouth formed a smile. "Oh...okay brother."

Sans could hear that his brother wasn't fairing well. He hated lying to him but he wouldn't be able to understand what he's going through. The old nightmares that didn't happen as often anymore, the timelines and now Toriel. He didn't want Papyrus to worry about any of it.

At least for right now.

~I~I~

"And...done."

Toriel stepped back into the hallway and smiled at the new room she had prepared.

All of the stuff that she had prepared specifically for any humans that entered her home were in a different room. This transformed room was made special for her dear friend.

Her dear child…

The walls were painted a baby blue and the solid wooden flooring had changed to soft, gray carpeting. On the left side of the room closest to the wall was a white crib with a bunny mobile slowly turning above the bed. Next to it, closer to the door was a changing table with a nice blue mat on top of it. In the sections below it were an array of baby supplies. From diapers to baby powder.

On the right side of the room was a white rocking chair with a small purple pillow sitting on the seat. Next to it was a bookshelf full of books, to be exact. Next that that was a toy chest. Its contents were untouched but they won't be like that for very long.

The funny thing about all of this was that everything that held an infantile theme was much too big to be for a baby. Either way, Toriel seemed amazed and happy.

She beamed before exiting the room, turning out the lights as she did this.

~I~I~

"I can't sleep…"

Sans grumbled as he got out from under his blankets. It would usually be so easy for him to fall asleep in the most ridiculous of places. Why was it so hard now when he was in the comfort of his bed?

He huffed and walked into the bathroom. He went in there and washed his face. Afterwards, he stared at his reflection. Toriel's voice then ran through his mind.

"You're so cute~!"

Was he? I mean he looked okay...but cute? That wasn't really the term to describe him. At least, he thought this way.

But Toriel…

Maybe he was cute. I mean, he had big round eyes and a kind of cute grin? He didn't look bad, he knew that for a fact. But…

"I don't know…" he sighed as he walked out of the bathroom and slid back into bed. Before he could get a good night sleep in, the doorbell rung.

"I'LL GET IT~!" Papyrus, who was downstairs cleaning the dishes, chimed.

Sans continued to lay down as he heard the front door open and then shut a few minutes later. He listened closely as the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs was heard and the taller skeleton entered the room with a box in his arms.

It was kind of large, about the size of a basketball and as long as a baseball bat. He then walked over to Sans as he sat up in bed.

"It's a package for you Sans. Someone must have dropped it off." he then set it down on the side of his dresser. "I know you may not want it but at least be generous as to look inside."

"Okay bro." the small skeleton gave his brother a smile. "Good night. Love you."

"Good night." Papyrus replied, heading off towards the door. "Love you too."

After it had slammed shut and the taller brother had made his way downstairs, the shorter slipped out of bed. He walked over to the package and immediately noticed that it had a sticker on the front with words on it:

To my dear friend Sans
My sweet shining star
With this, I hope you think of me
No matter where you are.

I hope you know
My little bundle of blue
Forever and always
I will take care of you.

If you feel afraid
Or need a hand to hold
I will be there
To shield you from the cold.

And so, I bid you farewell
As my heart slowly tends
To the weaving strings of thread
That will stay with you until
The end.

Your dearest friend,
~Toriel

Sans blushed as he finished reading it, a smile forming on his face. It was nice of her to say such caring words especially since they only met about two months ago.

He then sat on the floor and pulled the box towards him. After that, he pulled off the lid and his eyes lit up.

In the box was a small blue blanket. On it was little caricatures of himself and Toriel. He went out and slowly graced the fabric. It was as soft and as warm as anything he had ever felt before. Because of this, he slowly picked it up.

He then rubbed it against his finger and could see Toriel's sweet fingers. Her caring smile, her loving red eyes.

"Mama…"

The word slipped and he quickly covered his mouth. No way was that goat his mother. She looked nothing like her and had died so long ago. But...he can see his mom within Toriel. Like the two were met to be with each other.

He rubbed the blanket against his cheek and its softness brought tears of joy to his eyes. He looked up at the ceiling and saw his mother, smiling down at him as an angel up in heaven. And he smiled back.

"Thank you."