***Hello, everyone! After fighting (and losing the fight...) with my homework, here I am! Sans, Frisk, and Toriel belong to Toby Fox, and let's go!
Chapter Two: It Happened Back Then
If Sans had been drinking ketchup at that moment, he would've choked on it. He had to grab onto the doorframe to keep his balance as he gave the ultrasound picture another look. He could clearly see two small babies.
And they were his children.
"Y... you're pregnant... with twins... oh, Jesus..." he mumbled. "I was surprised too. But I was also surprised that you were their father!" Toriel snapped.
"Mom, let's go inside. We have an explanation," Frisk intervened. She lead the way to the living room and sat down, her hand taking Sans' own. He sat with her on the couch. Toriel sat down as well, hands folded in her lap and a pure expression of "tell me or may God have mercy on your SOUL" on her face.
Frisk took a steady inhale and exhale. "Sans and I have been seeing each other in private for about two years now. We wanted to keep this whole 'monster-human love' relationship under wraps for as long as we could. That was why we didn't mention it and why Sans is usually able to hold back on his magic when we, well... mess around. But when we did sound back at that New Year's Eve party at Mettaton's..." she trailed off.
"I guess I must've been a bit drunk or something. So, um, how far along are you?" Sans asked.
"The doctor said about three weeks. So... we'll be having September babies, if you want them," Frisk said. Sans raised a browbone. "Hey, what's with the if?" he asked.
"I was scared that you'd want to get rid of them," Frisk confessed. She felt a bony hand slide up under her shirt and rest on her slightly-pudgy stomach. It was clear that Sans wasn't aware that he was being watched as critically as he was by his girlfriend's mother. That, or he didn't care.
"Just because these troublemakers are a surprise doesn't mean that I don't want 'em. I want you to keep them. You'll be a great mama, and me? Well... I'll be a dad," he said. Frisk smiled. "You'll be a great dad," she assured.
It was only after they kissed that they both heard a sigh. "Sans, Frisk... I apologize for the snapping. I was merely afraid that Frisk would end up like myself," Toriel confessed. "What do you mean?" Frisk asked.
"I gave birth to Asriel when I was merely nineteen. I did not want you to become a mother at such a young and irresponsible age as well. But... you're older than that, and capable to have and raise twins alongside Sans," Toriel explained. Frisk felt an arm go around her. "Well, if she can become the savior of a foreign race after falling down a mountain, I'm sure she can pop out two babies," Sans reasoned, sounding more casual now.
Toriel sat next to Frisk and hugged her. "My child... you've grown so fast," she said in quiet wonder. "Your child is having her own children," Frisk said. Toriel glanced at Sans, then gently stroked her daughter's hair.
"Don't remind me of that."
***Hopefully this provided more information. We'll start getting into the story (which I plan on being short) soon. Be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!