***Hello, everyone! So I intended to upload this last night, but I had a slight bit of a mental breakdown. So what shall I do with this chapter and the next completed to make it up to you? A double upload, all in one night! Anyways, all characters belong to Toby Fox, and let's go!
Chapter Three: Quick Assembly
Months passed. Five to be exact. Sans and Frisk had announced the twins to all of their friends.
Papyrus already was reading up on how to be an uncle... yet not listening to what he read in the slightest. Alphys was bubbling with happy squeals. Undyne was wondering how early on a child could be taught to fight. Asgore was proud of his daughter, but he felt old after hearing the news. Mettaton was curious about how early in a child's life could the local dance studio give lessons.
Sans had moved into Frisk's room, packing with him a single suitcase of things and Papyrus. Toriel and Asgore had agreed to make the old office downstairs into a bedroom for Papyrus and the guest room near Frisk and Sans' room a nursery for the new babies.
The two brothers pulled their weight financially; Papyrus was a cook at the new Italian restaurant in town, and Sans was paid quite substantially for doing weeknight stand-up at MTT Resort.
Overall, with their relationship growing like their children, Sans and Frisk couldn't possibly be happier. Until one task got in the way.
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"Wow... this is difficult," Sans commented. He'd gotten together the other furniture, yes, but he couldn't quite figure out how to get together the cribs. Frisk was sitting in the rocking chair, amused as she watched her boyfriend.
She certainly looked like she was pregnant now; the purple t-shirt she wore was once far too big. Now, it fit barely over her bump. "Need a hand? I'm not at nine months yet," she said.
"Frisk, I doubt you'll be able to help me do stuff before you even reach that far along. You've got two in there, remember?" Sans reminded. "I know, I know. But I can help you right now, can't I?" Frisk asked.
"If you can help me figure out how to get this stupid part of the crib together," Sans replied. So, Frisk sat down on the floor next to Sans. Her delicate fingers worked well as she helped Sans assemble the part that had him stumped.
"That was all I needed. Now, just you watch this," the skeleton said. He put his arm around her and, with a few motions of his other hand, was able to assembled the two cribs with magic and without trouble. Frisk raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you just do that in the first place?" she asked.
"I just wanted you to waddle on down here, that's all," Sans said. "Hey, I don't waddle yet!" Frisk protested. When she said that, she froze, her hand resting on her bump.
"Uh, Frisk?" Sans asked. His hand was taken and he was forced to splay his fingers across his girlfriend's stomach. He was curious for a moment. But then, he felt it.
A tiny press.
Sans smiled. "First time they've done that?" he asked. "Yes. They must be super lazy, like Daddy," Frisk commented. She was jokingly smacked on the back of the head for that one. "The longest I've ever stayed in one place was three days, not five months. Those little kids are way lazier than me," Sans defended.
He smiled as he held Frisk close. "So, sweets, what gender are you hoping for?" he asked. Frisk rubbed her stomach. "I dunno. Maybe a boy and a girl, just so we'll have the balance?" she offered. Sans nuzzled against her. "Same difference to me. As long as they come out happy and healthy, then I'm glad," he said.
Frisk nuzzled back and gave him a kiss. "I love you," she said. "Love you too," Sans replied. As he and Frisk both felt some more kicking and shifting from the twins, they both smiled. Frisk rubbed her tummy. "I guess they feel the love too," she said.
Sans stroked her hair. "Well, we got plenty," was all he had to say.
***Don't worry; the next chapter is more than a fluff moment. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!