***Hello, everyone! I came back, as promised, after doing some of my homework. So since nothing has changed with me as a human (I'm just more mentally exhausted; chemistry does that to you), the characters belong to Toby Fox, the new twins (yes, you get to meet them now) belong to me, and let's go!

Chapter Four: Little Ones

To the surprise of the doctors, Frisk had accomplish her deadset goal of carrying to term. She could drop her worries of having premature babies, but she was now on bedrest until she actually went into labor.

Luckily, Sans was just as much in love with the bed as he was with his girlfriend. He also loved messing with Papyrus by teleporting to do thing rather than actually getting up and walking. Papyrus' overreactions of frustration kept bedridden and achy Frisk in good spirits.

Yes, her family would keep her happy. Until it began to expand.

XxX

"A 'go to jail' card? That's the fourth time!" Papyrus cried. He had set up the Monopoly board on the bed to play with Sans and Frisk in order to pass the time by on his day off.

"Rotten luck, Paps," Sans said, moving his little brother's game piece to the jail space. "You're only saying that because you haven't been to jail once in the two hours we've been playing!" Papyrus snapped. "Yeah, and you've been so often that you'll probably lose your job," Sans replied. Frisk laughed at the antics of the skeleton brothers, but soon was cut off when she sharply inhaled.

"You okay?" Sans asked, his joking attitude flicking to concern like a lightswitch. "I'm fine... my stomach just feels really tight. I think I need to walk around for a little bit," Frisk said.

"But you're not supposed to get up from the bed!" Papyrus objected. "She can get up for a little bit," Sans allowed. Frisk got up and awkwardly waddled around the room in laps. Suddenly, she braced her hands against the wall, and liquid gushed out from between her legs. "Ew..." Papyrus commented.

"Bro, she didn't wet herself. Her first water broke, so she needs to get to the hospital," Sans explained. He got up and helped his girlfriend towards the door because it was too risky to teleport with her.

"Papyrus, call my mom and tell her that it's time!" Frisk managed before she was helped out of earshot. Papyrus took out his phone and called for Toriel.

"Yes, Papyrus?"

"The human said that it's time!"

"She's having the twins?"

"Yes!"

XxX

It wasn't long before Frisk was in a hospital room and in a gown. She was holding Sans' hand as the doctor hooked up wires to her body. "So, Miss Dreemurr," she said, "your contractions appear to be regular and your dilation is good. Your friend told me that you don't smoke or drink, so the babies should come out just fine. Who, exactly, is the father?"

"He is. I'm having half-skeleton twins, and I'm glad that I have help," Frisk said, motioning to Sans. The doctor stepped to the bedside. "I believe I forgot one or two of the tools to aid Miss Dreemurr in the delivery. Keep a close eye on her, sir," she said. With that, she left.

Toriel came in about ten minutes later. "Hello, my child, Sans. Has a doctor come by?" she asked, taking the hand that Sans wasn't holding. "She went to grab something. Said that she'll be back in a few," Sans explained.

Frisk started whimpering from another contraction hitting, so Toriel tried to soothe her aches with gentle magic. "I hope that doctor comes back shortly, then."

XxX

As it turned out, the doctor didn't come back. She, and all other medical staff, had up and just left Frisk to slowly progress through her labor. Hours dragged on without help, well into the evening.

"Sans... Sans... I-I think I need to push..." Frisk panted. "But we don't have a doctor!" Sans exclaimed.

"We don't need one."

Both Sans and Frisk looked at Toriel, who had spoken. She stepped away and began searching for rubber gloves. She pulled those on once she found them and kept up her search for more items. "When I married into Asgore's family, I had to choose another profession to learn. His family had some sort of tradition. I chose to be a midwife. So, my child, part your legs for me," she instructed.

She set some towels to the side and filled up a small tub of water that had been waiting on the other end of the room for hours now. Frisk held her legs apart, and Sans held her hand. "Oh, you're ready, my child! I can see the little head about to crown!" Toriel gushed.

"What color is the hair?" Frisk asked, sitting up slightly. Toriel smiled at Sans. "White."

XxX

It took a solid twenty minutes before the first baby made an appearance. It turned out to be a baby girl. "One more big push, Frisk!" Toriel exclaimed ten minutes later. Frisk bore down, squeezing Sans' hand as she pushed. Sans had long since lost feeling in his hand, so he didn't really mind it all that much.

At long last, Frisk got to rest, her body going limp on the bed as she caught her breath. "Sans, I'm not sure how to discern genders on skeletons," Toriel said as the little baby let out its first wails. Sans stepped over and grinned. "He's a boy," he said.

Frisk smiled, clearly exhausted. "Can I see my babies?" she asked tiredly. "Let me clean and bundle my grandchildren," Toriel said as she picked up the new twins. Frisk took the moment to rest and relax.

Sans gently stroked her long, sweat-soaked ponytail. "Good job, sweets. I'm really, really proud of you. Are we still going with the names we picked?" he asked. "Yes," Frisk said.

Soon, Toriel came back, all cleaned up now. She gently gave the girl in the pink blanket to Frisk and the boy in the blue bundle to Sans. "They're both beautiful and healthy," Toriel said, her voice soft. She began to clean up then.

Frisk gently rocked her daughter until she was calm. "There we go. All nice, all calm. There's my little girl," she said. She adjusted the blanket to get a better look. Her soft skin was the color of Frisk's, and the little bit of hair on her head was white. Her hands and feet were simply skeletal, although her pudgy body was just as any other human's otherwise.

"Welcome to the world, little guy," Sans said as he took a chair so her could focus on his newborn son. A tiny skeleton, with a little bit of brown hair as well. Sans smiled, his eye sockets beginning to brim over with tears. "I'm your daddy."

Frisk beamed, kissing her daughter. "I'm your mommy," she said. They both were too distracted to hear Toriel snap a picture of their nw family. "Do they have names yet?" she asked.

Sans and Frisk looked at each other for a few moments, then nodded.

"The girl is Aubrey and the boy is Tristan."

***There's still one more chapter left. It's just gonna come later. So be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!