*nine months later*
Toriel had just given birth to her small new bundle of joy, "Well Sans, I don't know what to name her."
"What about Torian?" Sans asked, chuckling at his new daughter, as she giggled and cuddled up to Toriel.
"That's the perfect name!" Toriel smiled, "We'll name her Torian."
Sans called for the kids, "Come check out your little sister!"
Frisk and Asriel ran into the room, looking at the baby. Asriel loved his new baby sister almost as much as Sans loves Papyrus. It was love at first sight, he could tell him and Torian would be best friends, "She's so cute!"
"She sure is!" Toriel cooed, scratching under her cheek.
"Can I hold her?" Asriel asked.
"Sure," Toriel said, placing Torian in his arms, "Be careful, she's fragile."
Toriel then kissed Sans on the forehead, then she cupped her arms up around Asriel's and picked up the baby girl, starting to cradle her and hum a little song
