Sansational!
Part 9: Daddy Issues
Sans
Boy, oh, boy, what a night. It's amazing how fast that evening went from awesome and cool to what in the actual FUCK?! My wife and I were hanging out with Asgore and his lady love in the V.I.P. lounge, enjoying ourselves, when things got a bit bat-shit crazy. No offense to Miss. Niong. Apparently someone had crashed the party, which was odd because NiNi had a bouncer that was instructed to only allow entry to those with invitations. The bouncer happened to be a former Royal Guard from Hotland, a pretty big rabbit Monster, and a pretty tough fighter according to what Undyne had told me. In spite of his rep for a job well done at Peccadillos and their sister location, Sausage Party, (Heats told me about that one) a dragon Monster with bronze scales managed to get past Gabe. I hadn't realized he was there until I heard Bonnie screaming at him.
He looked kinda familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place him. He was about Gabe's size and height, so he was a large Monster for sure. That didn't seem to intimidate Bonnie, who was glaring up at him while she cursed him out. Clearly she knew who this guy was. Seems Eliza knew as well. I base my conclusion on her response to him when he headed towards us. She ran like the wind. She left so fast she had literal dust devils in her wake. Eliza can't move as fast as me, but damn that was impressive! Next thing I knew the dragon guy rushed out of the same back door as NiNi. It took a few moments for what had happened to register when all hell broke loose. I took advantage of the chaos to take a shortcut out back behind the club. I'll never forget what I saw and heard. Eliza, the empress of sass, was givin' that dude the business.
"What the fuck do you want? How the hell did you find me? And where the FUCK have you been for eight years?"
Eight years? Hold on, could this guy be…?
"NiNi, please calm down! I'm not here to cause trouble…!"
"But you are just by being here! You bust up in here uninvited and ruin my party. It's bad enough you ruined my life!"
"Wait…what…?
"Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talkin' about! You ditched me and our son when we needed you the most!"
Welp, that confirmed it to me. This dragon had to be Damian's dad. Wow. Eliza looked and sounded super pissed. I can kind of understand why. By now Asgore and Tori had come out back, and right on time, too. Damian's dad had said something that must have really set her off because she swung at him. Fortunately Asgore caught NiNi's fist before it connected with the guy's face. While Asgore restrained his girlfriend I tried not to laugh at the look on the guy's face once he realized that he was in the presence of the former King of the Underground. A very pissed off looking Bonnie soon followed. Bon looked like she wanted to go off on that dragon so bad, but Asgore and his authoritative baritone squashed that.
"What is going on here?" Asgore spoke calmly, trying to defuse the situation. It was super effective. Daymie's dad looked scared shitless as he bowed.
"Your Majesty, I didn't mean to cause such a ruckus…but, I was just trying to speak to Eliza…"
"You look and sound…familiar. Identify yourself."
"Royal Guard, Hotland Unit, designation RG 02 aka Didimus." Oh, ok. So he's one of the guards that was always hanging around the Nice Cream stand with…wait a minute…
"I see. So what business do you have with Eliza?"
Didimus cleared his throat and scratched at one of his horns a bit, looking very uncomfortable for some reason. Hmm, can't imagine why. In the meantime NiNi was glaring at him looking like she wanted to scratch his eyes out. Sheesh, I'm gonna make sure to never get on her bad side.
"I, uh…want to see my son."
"Hmm. I assume your son is Damian?"
"Yes, sir."
For a few seconds Asgore didn't say a word. He just looked at Didimus, who couldn't even hold eye contact with him. I only felt a teeny bit sorry for the guy. That was a dick move for that guy to turn his back on his kid. Then again, maybe I shouldn't judge him too soon since I don't know the whole story.
Asgore led Didimus a few feet away for a private chat while Tori and I stood with NiNi. She was literally shaking, so it was clear that she was extremely upset by all this. My wife held her, doing her best to comfort Eliza. I guess Miss. Niong looking so vulnerable and hurt brought out Toriel's motherly instincts.
"hey, nini, you gonna be ok? you need to sit down or somethin'?"
"N-no, I'll be ok. Thanks for asking, Sans." It looked like she had calmed down a little because she wasn't shaking so much.
"Eliza, that dragon is Damian's father, is he not?"
"Ya…" She paused to look just about everywhere except where her kid's father was standing. "Mrs. Toriel, Mr. Sans…I'm so sorry for my terrible behavior earlier. It was…unbecoming for someone who's supposed to be your child's nanny…"
"NiNi, do not worry about it. I have had moments when my anger got the best of me, especially when it pertained to…my own children. Besides, your anger was not directed at the children or in their presence. Also, I can understand why you were angry. At the same time I'm glad things did not get out of hand."
Just then Bonnie ran up to Eliza and gave her a hug.
"Don't let this get you down, NiNi. I'm here for ya, bestie."
So…there they were. Tori, NiNi and Drunk Bunny in a semi-awkward three way hug. Eliza was facing away from my wife so I doubt she saw the glare Tori was giving her wannabe romantic rival. I thought it was kinda funny, cute…and a little scary. The mood was livened up when two of the dancers poked their heads out the back door. I guess they were wondering where everyone else ran off to.
"Um, hey, NiNi, like is the party over early or something?" the tall gator girl asked. "Cuz, there's like plenty of booze left over and I wanted to keep getting' mah drank on before Heats, like, kicks us out."
The shorter cat chick added her commentary as well.
"Like, yeah, there's hella plenty of food left, too. It would be such a waste not to eat it. That would totally suck."
"Ya, whatever, ladies. Eat and drink up," the Empress replied with a dismissive wave. "You can even eat the cake if ya want."
"Oh, hell no!" Bonnie shouted. "I had that cake custom made just for you! Take it home and enjoy it!"
"I'm not in da mood for cake tonight, Bon! And I don't think I want my son to come home to see a cake with tits made out of frosting sitting on the kitchen counter."
"i…uh…could lick the frosty tits off if ya want me to."
Everyone got dead quiet after that as they stared at me. NiNi's expression had 'What the fuck you talkin' about, Sans? Do you even have a tongue?" written all over it. Bonnie's face screamed "Fuck yeah! That's something I wanna see!" And Tori…her expression could definitely be described as "The hell you won't! The only tits you should be lickin' are mine!"
In the end the cake issue was resolved. Eliza decided to go ahead and take it home with her. Since Damian was staying overnight at Mettaton's with Frisk and Asher (aka MK), she had plenty of time to make any changes to the cake. As for Daymie's dad, it seemed like Asgore worked something out with him. Whatever was decided had the dragon looking scared shitless. Since the party was pretty much over we wrapped things up and parted ways. No need to let the evening drag-on. Meh, not one of my best puns, but it'll do.
Toriel
Goodness, I had a feeling that the evening was going to be a bit wild, but I did not expect such drama. The tension between Eliza and Didimus was stifling. Almost eight years of pent up anger and frustration can do that. Personal experience had taught me that. Hopefully NiNi and her former lover will be able to patch things up somewhat, or at least manage to be cordial for Damian's sake.
On a positive note, the Empress put on a beautiful show. I could see part of why Asgore was so enamored with her. Still I was concerned about her emotional well being. It was about 2 AM when Sans and I got home and settled into bed. My husband must have seen the worry on my face because he asked me what was wrong.
"I…was just thinking about Eliza. I am quite concerned about her after what happened."
"aww, tori, you're so sweet. but i'm sure Asgore is givin' her the support she needs right now."
"I know….I will just give her a quick call to see how she's doing. Then again, it is rather late…"
Just then I was startled by my cell phone ringing. I saw NiNi's name on the screen, so I answered right away.
"Hello, this is Toriel…"
I stopped my greeting short when I heard what sounded like loud moaning coming from the other end. I quickly realized that Eliza must have dialed my number by accident. The sounds coming from whom I assumed was NiNi had me quite flustered, so I tried to hang up. Unfortunately I hit the speaker phone button instead. Curse my big fingers! That's when Sans heard what I heard. He must have noticed the embarrassment on my face as I fumbled with my phone. He politely took my cell phone from my hands, stared at the screen for a few seconds, then turned up the volume. We both could now clearly hear Eliza and Asgore in the throes of passion. While part of me wanted to listen in, a bigger part of me knew that this was an invasion of privacy!
"Sans!" I whispered harshly as I reached for my phone. Sans held it out of my reach while pressing a boney finger to his mouth, which sported a mischievous smirk. How dare he shush me! I was about to scold him when I heard a familiar baritone voice speaking over Eliza's.
"You no longer have an excuse to keep this from me, love. Lift those hips…good girl…now ride it!"
My goodness. I can honestly say I have never heard Asgore speak like that. Not even in all the years we had been married. It seems like Eliza's bringing out a bit of a wild side in him. It's rather sexy, to be honest. Sans and I listened in silence for about three straight minutes before he finally hung up. A whole lot happened in that three minutes, including me becoming aroused from just imagining what kinds of kinky things were happening on the other end of that call.
Sans's soft deep voice pulled me out of my contemplative state.
"babe…you ok?"
"I…am all right, my love. Heh. Are you ok?"
"Uh…yeah. Did you know that you're blushing?"
When I pressed my hands to my face I could feel heat radiating from my cheeks.
"Oh…so I am….but so are you, dear husband. Your cheeks are glowing like a light bulb."
"Maybe that's because I'm…turned on…"
"Is that so?" I was so distracted by our arousal that I was oblivious to Sans's pun. I was also distracted by something else. There appeared to be something beneath the covers in Sans's lap. My first thought was that it was one of my husband's hands, but both of his hands were on top of the comforter.
"Sans…what is that?"
His eye lights were drawn to where I was pointing and we both noticed the lump beneath the comforter. When I reached over to pull up the covers Sans seemed a bit hesitant, the beads of sweat on his temple acting as a clear sign of that.
"Sans, what is wrong?"
"uhh…n-nothin', tori."
"The let me lift the…"
Before I completed my sentence I had pulled the comforter back. It seems we both were surprised by what we saw, which I thought was a bit odd. There was something poking out of the opening of his boxers. It was about seven inches long and the color of Sans's magic. I must admit that was unexpected. Even my husband appeared to be befuddled by the sight of it.
"Sans, dearest…what is that?"
"it, uh…appears to be a dick, babe…heh."
I reached over and gently pressed a finger against the tip. His response was immediate. I even felt the appendage twitch under my touch.
"Sans, why didn't you tell me you could form this?"
"well, because i didn't know i could…until now."
Sans graced me with a sheepish smile then gasped softly as I pressed on the head a bit harder.
"Is that so? That means this all new to you, is it not?"
"y-yeah."
"Hmm. What an interesting development. You are a monster of science, my love. So, are you up for some experimentation?"
He shuddered as a squeezed the head just a teensy bit for emphasis.
"w-whatever…f-floats yer goat, babe."
"Oh, Sans, that was awful," I giggled as I wrapped my hand around his magic appendage. "But, you may be distracted by this lovely surprise, so let me give you a hand."
"heh, tori, that was goooooood…" The last word of his statement stretched out into an adorable moan as I gave his cute cock a few slow and steady strokes. His expression was so cute I couldn't help but smile. His eye lights even took on the shape of a soul.
"You are enjoying this, my love?"
"oh, yes...it feels great…"
"Would you like me to do more?"
He seemed to be rendered speechless, since he responded with a vigorous nod.
"Very well. Let us up the ante."
When I brushed the tip of my tongue across the head Sans made a sound that was between a laugh and a groan. He didn't know what to do with himself. How cute. When I slipped it all the way in my mouth, there was an interesting tingling sensation running across my tongue and roof of my mouth. It was similar to the tiny tendrils of magic released whenever I would kiss my husband on the teeth.
"Mmm, I am getting interesting feedback from you, my love. What are your thoughts about this experiment so far, dearest?"
"feels s-so…f-fuckin'…good, tori. please don't stop!"
"I would not dream of it love. I see that you are quite worked up. So, the time has 'cum' for you to put this new development to good use."
I slowly turned over on my back, lifting Sans on top of me at the same time, then settling him between my legs. I pulled up my nightgown, fully exposing myself. I could see the hungry look in his eyes with a hint of nervousness.
"uh, tori, what do i…?"
"It is all right, Sans. Just hold it steady and push it into me right here. Take your time."
As he followed my instructions I could tell from his enraptured expression that our experiment was a smashing success. I enjoyed it quite a lot myself. Sans may not have had the length I was used to, but that's perfectly fine. His girth made up for that. His movements were erratic at first, but our bodies and magic soon synched up. It wasn't long before our magic literally intermingled as I held him tightly, his boney fingers digging onto my flesh from the intensity. Once he relaxed his grip he peeked up at me with a hint of shame.
"tori, i'm sorry."
"What for, love?"
"uh, for not lasting longer. it just felt so good that i couldn't hold back."
"Oh, hush now. You did wonderful. Besides, we will have plenty of time to work on increasing your stamina, and have lots of fun experimenting with other things as well. But we shall save that for another time."
I gave my husband one last kiss on top of his skull for the night as he nestled between my breasts. If I thought Sans couldn't get any more adorable I would be wrong.
Sans
When I woke the next morning I was alone in bed. I figured Toriel was already up fixing us breakfast. When I checked the clock it was 7 AM. We didn't have to go pick up our kid until 10 AM, so we had some time to eat and everything. I lazed around in the bed for about thirty minutes before getting up to shower. As soon as pulled back the comforter something caught my eye. There was stain near the center if the fitted sheet. Once I realized where that stain came from I felt like my cheekbones were on fire. There was actual physical proof that what happened between me and my wife last night was real. I still wasn't sure how it happened. As for why…I guess hearing Fluffybuns and NiNi going at it did something to me. Eliza just sounded so hot, and I couldn't help but imagine what she looked like getting pounded by…Ok, whoa there, Sans. Calm down before you get all excited again. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and headed to the shower. By the time I got downstairs Tori had breakfast ready for us.'
"Good morning, sleepy Head."
"mornin, tori. what's for breakfast?"
"Oh, nothing fancy. Just some oatmeal with a pinch of cinnamon and a bit of honey."
"simple yet satisfying. sounds good to me."
We ate quietly for a few minutes until Tori spoke up.
"So, did you sleep well?"
"like a baby," I chuckled.
"Me too. Looks like the fun we had last night helped relieve quite a bit of tension."
Once again memories of the night before came flooding into my mind. I could feel heat flaring up in my marrow. I'm not sure whether it was from embarrassment or excitement. Tori seemed to find a bit of humor in that, if her expression was any indication.
"uh…tori, about last night…ya know that was a fluke right?"
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"i mean that i've never had that happen before, and i'm not sure if it'll ever happen again."
"Why does that matter, dearest?"
"well, i uh…just don't want you getting your hopes up for future sexcapdes…heh."
"I see. No worries, my love. We still have not made use of the bag of goodies from your bachelor party and Peccadillos. We have so many creative possibilities to explore whether or not you are able to use that magic in that manner again. It will not change the love between us."
She was right of course. It also felt good to hear her say it out loud. I found that comforting. So, we finished our breakfast (and tossed the bed sheets in the wash) then headed over to Mettaton's gaudy, hot pink mansion on a hill. Once we made it to the huge, glittering iron gate, a couple of Mini-ton sentries met us at the entrance. We identified ourselves, provided the code word, then the little, yet well armed robots opened the gate for us. Asgore's vehicle was close behind. After going through the same process he soon drove up behind us in the circular driveway.
While one of the Mini-tons escorted all four of us to the main entrance, I noticed Asgore and Eliza holding hands. Welp, they've now graduated to some PDA so they must be an official couple. Of course, Tori noticed and teased them a little about it.
"Asgore, are you sure you are prepared for public displays of affection? You know that if Mettaton saw that the rumors would spread like wildfire."
"I am perfectly fine with that, Toriel, and I am sure Eliza is as well. Right, love?"
Eliza responded by coaxing Asgore into a kiss just as the owner of the gaudy, sparkly pink mansion opened the door.
"Oh my. Isn't this interesting. Alphys and I were just complaining about not having anything to dish about. Looks like I have some new material!"
Ooops. Looks like the cat's outta the bag. It was kinda funny seeing the happy couple all awkward and blushing. While Asgore pretty much begged Mettaton to be discreet about his relationship with NiNi, I took a shortcut to the guest room where the kids were staying. Thinking they may still be asleep I planned on giving them a little scare. Just as I was about to open the door I could hear voices coming from within the room.
"You're so lucky, Frisk. You got two dads when I only 'ave one."
"Don't say that. You have your mom and she's awesome!"
"I know. It just would be nice to see my dad, or at least know where he is."
"Oh, Daymie, that's so sad."
"Not really. I've got two moms and things are great! Having a dad is overrated, if ya ask me."
"MK, stop! You're not helping!"
"Oh…sorry."
"Anyway, Daymie, your mom has my Daddy, so why don't you ask him to be your dad? I don't mind sharing at all!"
"Uh, Mama said I don't have to call him that…"
"That was then and this is now. 'sides, I'm sure my Goat Daddy would love for you to be his kid. He loves kids, and I'm sure he loves you already."
"Really?"
"Yeah…"
At that moment I knocked on the door.
"knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"theodore."
"Theodore who?" Frisk snickered.
"theodore wasn't open so i knocked."
Aaaaaand cue the chorus of groans.
"Daaaaad, that was bad! But you can still come in. It's unlocked."
When I entered the room the kids were lounging on the floor on a pile of blankets and pillows. I didn't get why because there was a perfectly fine bed right behind them. Oh well. Kids will be kids, I guess.
"mornin', kids."
"Mornin', Dad."
"G'morning, Missa Sans."
"Yo, Frisk's Skele-dad!"
"you guys look like you're having fun. i see you're all still in your pj's."
"Yeah. We didn't feel like changing. Figured we'd do all that once we got home," Frisk explained as they ran their fingers through their unbrushed hair.
"that's all fine and dandy, but at least brush your hair before we leave. you know your mom will have something to say about that. you too, d-boy."
"Sure, Dad."
Welp, that was unexpected.
"did you just call me…?"
"Sorry. I'm just practicing for…later."
I pretended to not know what Damian was referring to and helped my kid brush their hair. After they cleaned up their fluffy pile of pillows and blankets, we all went downstairs. Paps and Mettaton had made a pancake breakfast for the kids and us. The Star of the Undeground even provided special strawberry and blueberry syrup. Eliza was the first to notice what made the syrup so special.
"Oh my god, is that edible glitter in the syrup?" she asked the quite proud looking spectacle of a robot.
"Why of course, darling! You know any meal I have a hand in preparing is going to have some sparkle."
"I think this is just too fabulous for me to eat, Mettaton!" Tori teased. "Such a lovely presentation!"
"Why thank you, beautiful! But don't be silly. Eat up and enjoy!"
Alphys, Undyne, and MK started the meal with a hearty 'itadakimasu!' The weebiness is strong in that family. No surprise there. It's cute though. My second breakfast tasted pretty darn good. Not as good as my wife's cooking, but tasty nonetheless. Everybody seemed to be enjoying the meal when it happened. Damian asked Asgore to pass some of that sweet, sweet blueberry syrup. Asgore did so, and that's when Damian said something that made everyone go dead quiet.
"Thanks, Dad."
After everyone got quiet Damian started squirming in his chair and looking really nervous.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"
"It is all right," Asgore interrupted. "You just surprised us a bit."
"So…you're not mad?"
"Of course not," Asgore chuckled. I noticed that Eliza looked a bit weirded out by that, while the rest of the adults, except for me, looked pretty stunned. The kids were all smiles though. Frisk even gave Damian a quick thumb's up. Right on time, my bro's enthusiasm for life curbed the awkward mood.
"METTATON, HAVE YOU TOLD EVERYONE HERE ABOUT THE DANCE CAMP?"
"Oh! Thank you for reminding me, Papy, darling! The construction of my performing arts academy will be complete by the end of August of this year. I plan on hosting a Dance Camp next summer for any children who are interested in studying dance. I noticed the Damian's penchant for dance at Sans and Toriel's wedding reception. When I presented him with the chance to attend the camp he was quite enthusiastic."
"Don't forget about me, Ton Ton!"
"Frisk, sweetheart, I would never forget about you! It's totally a given that you'll be there. Unless your parents have any objections."
Right away Frisk looked at all three of us with pleading in their crimson eyes.
"Well, I am perfectly fine with anything positive that my child wants to do."
Asgore and I agreed.
"I will even tell Richelle and Terrell about it at Oshay's birthday party next weekend on the 22nd to see if they are interested."
"Yo, Moms! I wanna go too!" MK pretty much shouted. Probably a habit he picked up from Undyne.
"As long as you're passionate about it, I don't see a problem with that, kid!"
"Really? Cool! What about you, Kawaii Mom?" MK asked, turning to Alphys.
"W-well, since it's f-fine with Undyne then it's fine with me."
"Yosh!"
After breakfast everyone parted ways. I expected Papyrus to come home with us, but he said he was going to spend the rest of the weekend with his bestie's family at Mettaton's mansion. That caught me off guard, but my bro is a grown ass skeleton monster with his own social life. We'll see him soon enough on Sunday night. It was good to see everyone there though and it was fun. Yet what I heard Damian say kinda got to me. It got me thinking about my own past and family issues. They were not all happy thoughts.
Toriel
Sans, Frisk, and I headed home to spend the rest of the day recuperating from the previous night's activities. Frisk fell asleep in the car. Apparently the children stayed up all night instead of sleeping. I always found the term 'sleepover' a bit inaccurate for that very reason. In fact, before Sans and Papyrus moved in Sans would stay the night every now and then, and there was barely any sleeping going on. Speaking of my husband, I was surprised that he didn't fall asleep during the ride home. He was wide awake and looked quite pensive. I reached over to rub a knuckle against his cheekbone to get his attention.
"Something on your mind, dearest?"
"just thinkin' about some things, babe."
"Oh? Care to share?"
"not really. just sorting out my thoughts. can't really articulate it right now, if you catch my drift."
"I see. If you ever want to talk about it, I am here, my love."
"i know. and thanks, tori. i really appreciate that."
Whatever was bothering Sans had to be serious. Rarely did his perma-grin ever falter. At that moment I could clearly tell that he was distressed about something. I hoped that one day he'd explain what was troubling him.
While Frisk napped, Sans and I sat on the back porch swing enjoying the comfortable spring weather. The tulips and daffodils were coming up nicely on the fence line. I closed my eyes, leaned back in the swing, and enjoyed the breeze. My husband was leaning against my left breast with his arm resting across my lap. I felt more than heard his forlorn sigh.
"Penny for your thoughts, darling?"
Sans sighed once again as he nuzzled his face against my breast.
"babe, do you think i'm a good dad?"
"Of course I do!"
"ya sure?"
"Without a doubt. Now what has brought on this train of thought?"
"welp, it's just something that i think about often when it comes to frisk."
"My love, you are a wonderful, loving father to our child."
"thanks, tor. that really gives my confidence a boost. yet, sometimes i worry that i might become like damian's dad, or…"
His voice trailed off as he cuddled me even tighter.
"Sans?"
"i just worry that i'm not doing enough or that i'm not good enough…"
"Sans, I certainly hope you are not comparing yourself to Asgore."
"well…"
"Sans, you are a fantastic father with your own way of doing things. Frisk and I both love and appreciate all that you do. As long as you continue to do your best and are sincere you'll be fine."
"heh. thanks, tori. it's great to know i'm not a fuck up…"
"Oh, Sans, I really wish you would stop with all this self deprecation." I placed a kiss on the top of his skull, noting the hint of blue on his cheekbones. "You are a wonderful husband and a great father. Never forget that."
By then, Frisk had ventured onto the back porch to join in on the cuddle session. It was the perfect afternoon with two of my most precious ones on either side of me. Life is good.
Asgore
He called me 'Dad.' My lover's son used that affectional term for me. He spoke it with such natural ease, as if it was meant to be. It made me feel…happy. The fact that Damian saw me in such a positive light had me bubbling with joy. Eliza had told me a bit about how protective Damian had been when she attempted to date after Didimus had left. He may not have realized it, but I noticed from the beginning of our relationship that Damian would watch me like a hawk whenever he was around me and his mother. I always treated NiNi with kindness, respect, and love while never being overly affectionate in front of her son. I also made sure to give attention and affection to Damian as well with an occasional hug, pat on the shoulder, or even just a smile. I had grown to care for the boy quite a bit, as he had become like a sibling to Frisk. His personality, the energetically joyful way he approached life, his polite mannerisms, and his innocent outlook on things reminded me of my own son. Unbeknownst to anyone else I had been pondering over becoming a father figure to Damian. When he called me 'Dad' that day it acted as a confirmation of my feelings. However, his biological father had expressed the desire to be involved in his son's life again, so I knew that there must be a delicate balance between his relationship with Damian and mine as well.
We spent part of the day in my garden. The spring bulbs were in full bloom and the herbs Eliza had planted were sprouting in the raised bed. Eliza having a degree in chemistry helped her explain the benefits of each of the herbs she had chosen. She had managed to successfully transplant herbs native to the Underground and even formulated a special fertilizer to help the plants thrive on the surface. Once harvested the herbs would be used to flavor Monster food. My lover is not only beautiful, but she's brilliant as well. After several hours of working in the garden NiNi went inside to prepare lunch, leaving me and her son alone together. We lounged in the grass enjoying the pleasant weather. As we chatted about his excitement about going to dance camp Damian grew quiet at some point. He appeared to be deep in thought as he picked at a few blades of grass.
"Missa Asgore, can I ask you sumthin'?"
"Of course. What is on your mind?"
"Do you love my Mama?"
"Yes, very much," I replied without hesitation. The boy looked a bit taken aback by that.
"I believe you. You treat her really good. Not like the ones from before."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. Please don't ask for details. I don't want to talk about them."
"Fair enough."
"Umm, you like having us live here?"
"Most definitely. I enjoy the company."
"Cool." He paused to pick at the bronze scales on his arm. He seemed nervous about something, but I didn't press him about it. "Missa Asgore…did my Mama ever tell you about my real dad?"
"Yes."
"What did she tell you?"
"That he left when you were three years old and that you hadn't seen him since."
"Yeah…umm, that's true. I kinda remember what he looked like, mostly cuz of pictures, and I kinda remember his voice. Sometimes I think about seeing him again just to ask him why he left. But I also feel like I don't want to see him because…Missa Asgore, can you promise not to tell Mama what I'm about to tell you?"
"It depends. I am not fond of the idea of keeping things from your mother."
"I guess you're right but I don't want to upset her."
"Why don't you tell me what it is so I can judge whether or not I should tell her?"
"Uh…ok. Sometimes I hate my real dad because…he hurt my Mama, not on her body, but in her soul. I don't think she knows this, but I could hear her crying in the middle of the night. I guess she thought I was asleep. I never told her though. Could you please not tell her?" The desperate pleading in his eyes left me no choice but to grant his request.
"All right. We will keep that information between us."
"Thanks. Oh, by the way, ever since you and Mama got together…she doesn't cry like that any more. She even smiles more and seems really 'appy. So, thank you so much for loving Mama."
By now Eliza called out to us to announce that lunch was ready. As my eyes met with my lover's I realized that her son was right. I must say it was an honor and a pleasure to bring happiness to a woman who had gone through so much at such a young age. Now I must figure out how to help her realize how much joy she's given me and protect her beautiful smile.
Eliza
Lunch with my two favorite guys was fun. Daymie made jokes and food puns that were just too silly for me not to laugh at. I guess he was trying to compete with Sans, another adult he admired. My baby boy is so adorable. The only thing that made me a bit uncomfortable was him calling Asgore 'Dad' every once in a while. I hadn't told him about seeing Didimus the night before. My son hadn't called another man 'Dad' in years, and it was weird to hear him say that. He had become attached to Asgore rather quickly, which was understandable because so had I. Yet that fact just made it harder for me to tell my son that his biological father wanted to be a part of his life once more. After our meal, I decided to tell him out right.
"Baby Boy, I need to talk to you for a sec." My eyes met with Asgore's and I signaled to him not to stray too far because I may need him. Damian set the clean dishes in the rack to dry then sat next to me at the kitchen table.
"Yes, Mama?"
No sense in beating around the bush, so I'll get right to it.
"I saw your father last night."
"W-what? Really? Where?"
"Yeah, really. He showed up out of the blue at my job."
"Why?"
"He said he wants to see you." I let that sink in for a few minutes before saying anything else. "Daymie, it's ok with me if you want to see him, but if you don't then I'll just let him know to keep it movin' and never contact us again. Just let me know what you wanna do."
"I want to see him, Mama."
Wow, that was fast.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Can I…call him right now?"
I glance over at Asgore, who was leaning against the kitchen door frame.
"Is it ok if we use your phone?"
"Yes."
He handed his cellphone to me as I asked my son where he would be most comfortable making the call.
"My room…please."
"Sure. Asgore, did you want to come?"
"That is up to Damian."
"I don't mind."
That was my son's subtle way of saying he could use all the moral support he could get. My son and I settled on his bed While Asgore pulled up a chair and handed his cell phone to me. We all agreed to put the call on speaker phone. My reasoning was just to make sure Didimus didn't say anything crazy, stupid, or just outright lie to my baby boy. Daymie opened the contact list and made the call. After four rings there was an answer. Didimus sounded a bit off, like he had just woken up.
"H-hello?"
"Um, hi. Is this Didimus?"
"Yeeeeaaaahhhhh…who's this?"
Damian looked a little hurt that his father didn't recognize his voice, but my son was almost 8 years older and his voice had changed and matured so that was understandable. Yet this was an emotional event for my baby boy so his reaction wasn't surprising.
"It's Damian."
"Damian? My kid, Damian?"
"Yeah."
Didimus was silent for a few seconds. I assumed he wasn't expecting his son to call him before they got to see each other face to face. Then we all heard an unexpected sound, like sniffling coming from the other end.
"Little dude…y-you sound so…so much older than the last time I saw you…"
"That's because I am."
"Yeah, I know. It's just that hearing you for the first time after all these years caught me off guard."
There was an even longer pause. And then we heard my son's father full on sobbing.
"Daymie, I'm so sorry for leaving! I was young and stupid, but that's no excuse for what I did! Please, please forgive me!"
"Um, I don't know about that. It might be very hard because…you made my Mama cry…a LOT. And I was confused about why you left and I didn't understand why you never came back and…I missed you. I thought about you every day, even when I started to forget what you looked like."
"Day, if you hate me, I get it cuz I deserve it. I just hope I get to see you at least once. I thought about you every day, too. I even looked for you, but your grandmother claimed that she didn't know where you were."
He was right. My mother didn't know where we were because I didn't tell her. She refused to take us in. Oh, she offered to take Damian and leave me out on the street, but I was having none of that. My boy was staying with me until he was old enough to live on his own.
Didi finally managed to compose himself and stop crying to ask Damian an important question.
"Is your mom there?"
"Yeah. She's right here. You're on speaker so she can hear you."
I heard Didimus curse under his breath, before he addressed me.
"Hey, NiNi."
"Hey."
"Uh, when's a good time for me to come over to see Daymie?"
"Tomorrow is good."
"What time?"
"Around 4 PM."
"I-is it ok if I bring my partner?"
"Depends. Who's your partner?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you knew it was Gabe."
"No, I didn't know that. And the answer is 'no', he can't come over tomorrow because I'm still upset with him over what happened last night."
"Oh…well, he's gonna be pissed."
"Don't care. So are you still coming over or not?"
Yeah, I know my response was savage, but Gabe pissed me off by purposely not doing his job as a bouncer. Fuck him.
"Uh, yeah. I'll be there. Gabe'll just have to drop me off."
"That's fine."
Asgore spoke to Didi to tighten up the arrangements while I cuddled with my son.
"Mama, does this mean Ms. Tori, Missa Sans, and Frisk won't be coming to dinner tomorrow?"
"They'll still be coming as far as I know. I just wanted your dad to come early to give you two time to spend together before dinner."
"Ok."
"You gonna be all right?" My son was shaking, so I hugged him a little tighter.
"Um, I dunno. Mama, I know I'm not a baby any more, but…will you stay with me tonight?"
"Of course. If my baby boy needs his Mama, that's what he'll get."
Asgore tried his best to hide his disappointment, but he understood the situation. I'll make it up to him.
Sans
That evening my wife, our kid and I were watching the Game Show Network. Frisk quietly noted that the human game shows were much tamer that Mettaton's. The prizes were ok, but the stakes were never really that high. I think Frisk was right. The threat of losing all your cash in one bad spin was nothing compared to the threat of being burned alive. Of course I didn't voice my opinion out loud. If I had Tori would have run all the way back to MMT's mansion and broken the door down just to wring his metal neck for threatening her precious child. As we witnessed a cringe worthy moment when a contestant completely mispronounced the solution to a word puzzle, Frisk jumped up from the floor staring at their smart phone.
"kid, what's up?"
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh…!"
"My child, what is the matter?"
"I just got a text from Daymie." Frisk glanced at us with shock written all over their face. "He says his dad…his real dad…is coming over to Daddy's house to see him tomorrow."
"oh. cool."
"No, Dad, that's not cool!"
"Child, I am confused. Why is that a negative thing?"
"Well, Daymie just built up enough confidence to call Dad-gore 'Dad'. His real dad is coming back could trigger…A DAD WAR."
"wait…what?"
"You know…a Dad War." Tori and I were both thoroughly confused.
"Please explain."
"Ummm, you know, a war where the real dad and the step-dad fight for the kid's affection."
"kid…i think you've been watching too many will ferrell movies."
"Daaaad, be serious!"
"He is being serious."
"But, Mom, he can't call both of them 'Dad!' That'll be so confusing!"
"I am sure the three of them will figure something out."
Throughout the whole conversation Frisk kept receiving texts from Damian. As expected, a few bars of Enrique Iglesias' 'Hero' started coming from Frisk's phone. Frisk answered as if their life depended on it.
"Hey, Daymie. Sorry about not texting you back. I was talking with my parents. Give me a sec to go to my room so we can talk, ok?"
Frisk then mouthed the words, 'I gotta take this,' and ran upstairs. I glanced at my wife. She looked right back at me. I posed a question.
"do ya think our kid is trying to dr. phil their way through life when it comes to their friends?"
"I certainly hope not."
Asgore
Sunday mornings are usually laid back and peaceful in my home. This particular Sunday was different. I was awakened by clamoring sounds from downstairs. I went down the hall to peek into Damian's room to see Eliza still asleep in his bed. Her son was noticeably absent. I stepped in to give my sleeping lover a kiss on the cheek. She didn't budge. My NiNi sleeps hard. The noise continued so I went downstairs to discover a young bat-dragon rummaging around the kitchen. He nearly jumped out of his skin when I called out to him.
"Damian, what are you doing?"
"Holy sugar sticks, ya scared da crap outta me!" he exclaimed over the clanging of a dropped frying pan.
"My apologies. Now what is it you are trying to do? I am willing to help." I promptly picked up the pan and rinsed it off as the boy stood to the side looking a bit sheepish.
"I wanted to surprise you guys with breakfast. I guess I made so much noise the surprise was ruined. Heh."
"Not completely. Your mother is still asleep, so why don't I help you make it using…quieter methods, of course?"
"Sure, Dad," he giggled as I put the pan on the stove and fired it up.
"So, what is on the menu, young fellow?"
"Crrrrepes!" he announced with a very hard roll of the 'r.' All right, it's official. I adore this child.
After breakfast with a still adorably groggy Eliza complete with bedhead, we went on an outing in Poplar Park, which wasn't far from the botanical gardens. We crossed paths with quite a few neighbors, mostly monsters, who were also out enjoying the spring weather. We were even greeted by Papyrus, Mettaton, Undyne, MK, and an exhausted looking Alphys at one point. Apparently they were all out on a jog, but it seemed Alphys had had enough jogging for the day. Undyne noticed and carried her mate bridal style for the rest of the run. Mettaton made a remark about what a lovely looking family we made and jogged off with a wink.
We stopped at a local bakery to purchase bread and spent a few hours at a nearby lake. We fed the ducks and swans until the bread ran out then sat down on a park bench. All three of us didn't seem to be in a talking mood so I casually draped my arm around Eliza while Damian quietly texted one of his friends on his phone. I shut my eyes and relaxed, enjoying the pleasant scents of spring. The gardenias that a Vegitoid had planted nearby were in full bloom, their fresh and lovely aroma filling the air. Just as I was imagining the cream colored blossoms adorning my love's silver-gray curls, I was startled out of my reverie by an 'attack' from behind.
"Hi, Daddy!" My human child wrapped their little arms around my neck as they peppered my cheek with kisses.
"Frisk, you promised no more sneak attacks. You know what that means?"
"Uhhmmm….what?"
"Consequences!"
I turned slightly to pick them up, pull them onto my lap, and give them the tickle-monster treatment until they were a squirming pile of giggles. I relented once Toriel and Sans approached.
"Good afternoon, everyone!" Tori greeted cheerfully. After an exchange of pleasantries, Frisk made their agenda abundantly clear.
"So, Daddy, is Damian's dad going to be at dinner tonight?"
Based on Frisk's query I figured out who Damian had been texting just a few minutes previous. From the expression on Eliza's face I could tell she had figured that out as well.
"Ah, yes. As far as I know he'll be there," I answered after a nod from NiNi.
"Cool! I'll finally get to meet him!"
Frisk appeared more excited about the reunion than Damian, whose demeanor was more subdued. Who knows what was going through the child's mind. Frisk then asked if they could come to dinner early to meet Didimus. I denied that request. Damian deserved privacy for that moment. Seeing his father again after 8 years would be stressful enough without the monster child being surrounded by curious onlookers. Frisk looked disappointed until I explained that Damian's privacy should be respected. Thus our dinner plans remained unchanged.
It was 2 PM so I thought it best that the three of us head back home to prepare for Damian's father's arrival. At 4 PM on the dot I heard the doorbell. Didimus was right on time, a habit that had been instilled in my Royal Guard for centuries. Old habits die hard. I opened the door to see a dragon with bronze scales holding a lovely bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a small bag in the other.
"Greeting, Didimus. What a lovely bouquet of flowers."
"Uh, thanks, your highness. These are for NiNi. I brought you some tea, though. I couldn't find Golden Flower tea, so I brought chamomile. I also brought something for D-boy, too."
"Wonderful. I'm sure they'll appreciate your kind gesture. And I thank you in advance for the tea. Do come in and make yourself comfortable while I get the others."
I didn't have to go very far, since Eliza and Damian were right around the corner. My lover greeted me with a kiss while Damian peeked into the living room. Damian and Didimus stared at each other as if in awe of each other's presence. After snapping out of his trance like state he approached us with his gifts. When he gave Eliza the bouquet she showed no outward emotion, just accepted the flowers with a simple 'thank you' and went to put them in a vase. He gifted Damian a new video game, which the child happily accepted, and then gave me the chamomile tea with a humble bow. I reminded him that bowing wasn't necessary, but old habits die hard for former members of the Royal Guard.
Once Eliza came back from the kitchen she stood in the archway watching her son and his father like a hawk eyeing its prey.
"NiNi, don't you think they deserve some privacy?" I whispered.
"No. I want to 'ear every word he says to my son. If I 'ear one lie I'm ending the conversation and putting him out."
"Don't you think that's kind of harsh?"
"No. Any other questions?"
"No, love. Do what you see fit," I conceded with a sigh. My Eliza can be quite savage when it comes to Damian to that point that it's a bit frightening. She kind of reminds me of Toriel in that regard. The conversation between father and son started off a bit awkward. Soon they were well on their way to getting reacquainted.
"So, um, how's school, little dude?"
"It's…okay I guess. My grades borderline suck. I get mostly C's and a B every now and then."
"Geez, kid. You sound like me in school when I was your age, heh."
"Oh…ok."
"Anyway, what do ya like to do for fun."
"Oh! I like lots of things, but I like to play video games, watch movies, and I love dancing!" Damian looked around before leaning in to whisper to his father. "Don't tell Mama, but I like to sing, too."
"Why wouldn't I tell your mother?"
"Cuz if I start singing she'll join in, and Mama don't sing so good."
Apparently neither Didimus nor Damian know how whispering works, because Eliza and I could hear what they said. Eliza burst into laughter over Damian's statement about her singing.
"It's funny cuz it's true!" she snickered.
Both father and son shared a 'whoops' expression between them then joined in the laughter before continuing the conversation.
"So, what do you do for work, Didimus?"
"I'm a security guard at a local laboratory."
"Cool. Kinda like Missa Papyrus, except he does security at the Monster school. Hey, didn't you say you have a partner?'
"Yep. His name's Gabe."
"What's he do?"
"He's a bouncer."
"What's that?"
"Well, his job is to make sure that no one who doesn't belong comes into the club where he works, and to put out anyone who causes trouble inside."
"Oh. But why do they call him a bouncer?"
"Because when he throws someone out they hit the ground and bounce on their…uh…tail."
"You coulda said 'butt', Da-I mean…ummm, what should I call you?"
"Dad's fine."
"But I already call Missa Asgore Dad, so that'll just be confusin'."
Didimus grew quiet as his countenance fell briefly.
"How about you call me Papa. That's what you used to call me anyway."
"Papa…yeah, that'll work."
Conflict resolved. While Didimus and Damian continued to bond, Eliza and I got to work preparing dinner for our soon to arrive guests. Dinner was going to be interesting indeed.
Sans
We arrived at Asgore's at 6 PM on the dot. My wife insisted that we not be late. Frisk wanted to come a little early to meet Daymie's dad, but Tori convinced them to give them all their allotted time to bond. I thought about taking a shortcut into the house, but Tori insisted that doing so would be rude. Frisk rang the doorbell instead. Asgore greeted us at the door. Frisk seemed pretty anxious to get inside. We all knew why, but Tori insisted that the nosey nublet greet Dad-gore properly before running into his house to see Daymie's dad. After all the pleasantries were out of the way, Frisk immediately asked Asgore where Damian was. They then rushed to the living room like their ass was on fire. I didn't feel like running (when do I ever?) so I took a shortcut to catch up with my kid. Frisk was standing in the middle of the living room staring up at the bronze scaled dragon, both of them looking a bit confused.
"Hi."
"Hey, little human. What's up?"
"I'm Frisk."
"Yeah, I know. You're pretty well known among Monsters. How ya doin'?"
"Eh, ok I guess. Your voice sounds kinda familiar."
That's when my crazy kid reached over, grabbed Didimus's shirt and yanked it up, exposing his belly.
"Hey! I recognize those twelve pack abs! You must be RG 02!" The startled dragon backed away from Frisk as Tori called out for them to stop…well, being weird. Weird is what Frisk does best so I have no idea how that's ever gonna end. Anyway, Didimus straitened his shirt while looking understandably embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Papa, you used to be in the Royal Guard?"
"Uh, yeah."
"That's so cool! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was going to…until this little dude outted me."
"Sorry, Damian's dad. I got a little too excited about meeting you."
"It's ok. And the name's Didimus. You can call me Didi if you want."
Welp, thus went the introduction (or was it a reunion?) of Frisk and RG 02.
Toriel
The dinner topic of the evening was most definitely Didimus. It was interesting to finally meet the Monster who sired the delightful child, Damian Niong. The resemblance between father and son was strong, from the bronze scale, horn placement (Damian's weren't fully developed yet, but still…), and even their facial features. I'll just say Miss NiNi has good taste when it comes to male Monsters. I also got a little taste of Didimus's personality. He seemed rather nice, though a bit flighty. I was kind of expecting him to be on the selfish end of the personality spectrum, but he appeared to be rather thoughtful and loving, especially towards his son. Eliza seemed to be ignoring him though. I suppose it's rather difficult for her to keep her composure in spite of all the pent-up anger that built up over the years. I've had a similar experience, so I empathized with her current emotional state. Hopefully she'll eventually be able to forgive him, as I forgave my former husband.
Soon dinner, and the epic adventures of Didimus, came to an end. It seemed that the dragon didn't want to leave though. Apparently Damian didn't want his father to leave either, since he clung to his clawed hand all the way out the door and onto the porch. Gabe had arrived to pick up his lover. Didimus introduced Gabe to his son before leaning down to give Damian a hug. Gabe had to goad his partner to let his son go so they could leave. It was such an endearing sight seeing father and son rekindle their bond. After Didimus and Gabe left we said our goodbyes as well. I noticed Frisk's initial enthusiasm had waned. I assumed it was because it was late an my child was tired. Frisk's true state of mind was revealed during the drive home.
"Mom, Dad, I'm really glad Daymie got to see his dad again. Now he's got two of 'em like me. But sometimes…I wish I knew what happened to my human parents."
While stopped at a red light I glanced back at my precious child with their head bowed and slightly tugging at the hem of their striped shirt.
"I'm not gonna let it keep me down though. I'm glad I've got great parents like you two and Goat Daddy. You guys are the best and I love you."
Such a sweet child. Sans and I returned the sentiment, yet Sans seemed a little distant.
"Dearest, are you all right?"
"yeah. just thinkin'…about my own dad."
I was taken aback by that. During all the time I've known Sans, even as far back as our time talking through the door to the Ruins, I never heard Sans mention his parents at all, only his brother.
"Sans…"
"he's gone. been gone for quite a while. gets harder to remember him as time passes, but i promised to…never forget."
Frisk noticeably responded to those last two words, their eyes briefly growing wide. They then settled back into their seat and started texting stars knows who.
"Sans, did you want to talk about…?"
"forget i mentioned him," my husband insisted.
"But…"
"please, tori?"
"All right, love. But if you ever want to discuss this I'm here."
"i know, tor. thanks, babe."
We rode the rest of the way home in silence. Fortunately we were only two minutes away. As we all settled down for the night I couldn't help but wonder if Sans's worries about being a good father had anything to do with his own issues with his own father. Ah, well. I'm sure he'll tell me about his father in detail eventually. I hope.
Next Chapter: Part 10 – Drop Pop Candy Crush
AN: I'm so sorry this chapter took so long, my loves! I started working two jobs and had almost no free time. When I do get free time I'm so exhausted that it affects my writing. But here it is. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long. Please leave feed back! I'm also still taking kink and fluff requests! Ja ne!
