Sans was sitting on Fiersome's altar as golden evening light streamed in from the high windows. The room had been cleared out at his request, not that the priests were allowing anyone in today to begin with, the usual requests and offerings were just going to have to wait until tomorrow. He had been sitting there for a little while, he was tired of sitting around in his room or the archive or out in the courtyard as anxiety and stress built. If he was going to be overthinking everything he may as well do so in private while waiting for his husband.

He desperately hoped he would see GrillbyFiersome again, and this was the right place and time to wait.

He watched as the walls started to take on a more reddish hue, the beams of light drifting ever higher as the sun got closer and closer to the horizon. A pair of warm arms wrapped around Sans from behind. He sighed and craned his head to look behind him, where FiersomeGrillby had pulled him into a gentle embrace.'

"well hey there, hot stuff."

"… Hello dearest." GrillbyFiersome kissed the side of his skull, then started to shift. A leg appeared on either side of Sans, his husband sitting behind him on the altar. Sans relaxed as he was pulled snugly into a warm, firm chest, his tension slowly draining away with just the other's presence. "… How was your day? Mine was insufferably busy."

"yeah, that's a pretty good way to put it." Sans looked up, staring at the bright yellow flames fluttering from his husband's head. "that and really stressful, i don't think anyone expected this." He patted his belly to illustrate exactly what no one expected.

FiersomeGrillby hugged him tighter, burying his face in Sans's shoulder. "… I can't tell you how happy I am, truly." One of his hands moved down to caress the summoned flesh through his clothes. "… I thought it would take time for you to love me back, that you would have to get used to my true form. And mortals have so little time."

"maybe i'm as much a sentimental fool as my bro, but after that first kiss i was ready to just jump to the good stuff. it's actually kinda nice to pass by all that social convention nonsense, would've been better if i'd known what was really going on."

"… I'm sorry about that, there are rules…"

"it's okay, i get it. and it's too late now, anyway, so no use crying over it. we got each other now. for the rest of my life, you said?"

"… For as long as you'll have me and then some."

Sans sighed, the last of the tension still coiling around his soul easing away. "i love you."

"… I love you too."

Sans laughed, "i already knew that."

"… But it's always worth saying." His other hand moved down, both pressed gently against Sans's belly. "… And I never dared even hope for children, such a wonderful gift." He spoke reverently against Sans's acoustic meatus, voice barely above a whisper.

Sans laughed again, hearty chuckles that shook his frame. "if you weren't thinking about kids and i wasn't thinking about kids, then where'd these little guys come from?"

"… Just because I didn't dare hope doesn't mean… wait. These?"

"yeah?"

"… As in more than one?"

"yeah?" Sans twisted around a bit, looking up at his husband's face. "you didn't know?"

He shook his head. "… We're not omniscient. Are they twins?"

Sans shook his head. "triplets."

"… Oh my god."

Sans sputtered, unsure how to react to that. When a god said that, who are they calling on? The high gods?

GrillbyFiersome scrambled off the altar, nearly dropping Sans off it when he suddenly lost his support. Then he was in front of Sans, on his knees, face level with his belly, hands on either side. Sans felt a pulse of magic travel through him, three tiny pulses echoed faintly back.

"… Triplets," he whispered in awe. He looked up at Sans with wide, bright eyes, then reached up to Sans' neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Sans steadied himself against his husband's shoulders as he leaned into the kiss. He eagerly drank in Grillby's heat, the warm hands against his face, his body pressed between Sans's knee, the hand still on his belly snaked around his back to pull Sans all the closer.

Eventually they parted, Sans breathing heavily as he gazed down at his husband with half lidded eyes. His husband didn't seem quite finished yet, peppering Sans's jaw and cheeks with little kisses. Sans laughed, feeling light and bubbly.

"okay, okay, that's enough for now." He straightened up, leaving his husband's face level with his clavicle. "still sore from last night, not up for anything too intense tonight."

His husband looked up at Sans with a gentle smile as he rested his chin against Sans's chest, arms pooled loosely around his hips. "… You're amazing."

Sans felt magic rush to his face, that light and bubbly feeling back. "i'm not really."

"… You are," he insisted, his smile growing wider. "… You married me, you even love me back, you're giving me not one but three children, you're so kind and gentle, I can't help loving you. You're truly amazing."

Sans wasn't sure how to respond to all that. "come on, get back up here. your knees must hurt already."

"… Not really. This is my temple, the inner temple at that. Everything here is consecrated in my name, it can never do me any harm."

"oh. still, this is getting awkward." Sans tugged gently on his husband's arm, who obligingly stood and moved to sit next to Sans on the altar. There was a lot of scooting and shifting, but eventually they were sitting side by side on the altar. "and this is somehow worse. is there a better place for us to just sit and talk?"

"… You have a bedroom, don't you?"

"oh right, i do."

"… Show me, I'd like to see it. Plus it'll be easier to find you when my duties are done for the day."

"you mean i don't have to wait here to see you?" Sans slipped from the altar.

"… Not if you don't want to." He stood and took Sans's hand in his own. "… I know mortals don't feel the difference between consecrated ground and regular ground, I imagine it would make you uncomfortable after a while."

Sans shrugged as he led his husband towards the living area behind the temple. "probably, haven't really noticed yet. apparently we're earth aligned so stone doesn't affect me the way it does more fleshy monsters."

"… That's good to know, after you fell asleep yesterday I wondered if I should move you or not, you seemed comfortable enough."

"i was pretty comfortable, best night's sleep i've had in a long while."

"… I'm glad." He tugged on Sans's hand, pulling him into a quick kiss before letting him continue.

"you flirt."

"… I'm allowed to kiss my own husband."

"yeah, but maybe we should do that in my room. our room? is it your room now too?"

"… Technically everything attached to the temple is mine. I suppose it's yours now too."

"huh… neat." Sans had no idea what else to say to that. Instead he stopped in front of the door. "here it is, last door on the left. super easy to remember."

"… I'll be sure to remember."

Sans opened the door carefully and peeked in. Papyrus had said goodbye and gone home when Sans had decided to just hunker down in the inner court, but some last minute distraction might have kept him here a bit longer. It had happened before. The room was completely empty save for the holy flames in the fireplace burning low and Balboa snoring gently from their home on the dresser. He pulled his husband into the room.

"so, this is it." He stood in the center of the room, arms out to gesture at it.

"… It's nice, very cozy."

"yeah, all the clutter really adds to that cozy feel."

"… Do you not like it?"

"most of this stuff was gifts from various bigwigs, all it does it take up space." He flicked a bronze statuette standing on top of the bookshelf. One month wasn't enough time to commission a whole new work of any kind, let alone the two weeks between being announced as the chosen bridegroom and the wedding. Most likely all the gifts were just old stuff they had lying around and thought would impress Sans.

"… Then have it moved somewhere else. Make Char take them, or put them in the archive, or shove them in storage. You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to."

"you know what? i will! first thing tomorrow, papyrus will love helping me with that. and i'll get a new bed too." He sneered at the bed.

GrillbyFiersome laughed as he sat on the bed. "… It seems fine to me."

"well i'm the one who has to sleep in it, so my opinion's the only one that matters. or are you sleeping here too?"

His husband just laughed as he shook his head. Sans sat down next to him, but FiersomeGrillby put an arm over him to pull him into his lap. Once situated, Sans snuggled into his husband's chest. "so what do i call you anyway? grillby? fiersome?"

"… I'm partial to husband, dearest, or even love of my life."

Sans chuckled, "i meant more what should i call you to others? i don't know if you're okay with telling them about your disguise."

"… Ah, that. I'd rather you didn't, pretending to be a mortal has its uses. But you may call my whatever name you like."

"hmmm…" Sans hummed to himself as he put on a show of thinking it over, even going so far as to put a hand to his chin to stroke a beard he would never grow. "baby daddy has a nice ring to it. or what about mother fu-" The rest of what Sans was about to say was drowned out by Grillby's laughter. Sans enjoyed having a front row seat, he would never get tired of that laugh. Once Grillby had a chance to calm down, Sans spoke again. "so… what uh, what's my life going to be like now?"

"… However you want it, you give the orders here. Even Char has to listen to you."

"heh, it's so funny you keep calling him by his first name. i'm gonna have to start doing that." Sans chortled, he'd tried calling Fieri by his first name when he'd first moved into the temple. He had no idea a fire elemental could be so frosty. "but what i meant was: am i only ever going to see you at night? do i have any duties or ceremonies i gotta do? that sort of thing."

Grillby sighed deeply. "… I'm afraid that during the day my attention is far too scattered to spend any real time with you, five cities is more than I ever would have willingly become patron to if it hadn't been necessary."

Right, two of them used to belong to other gods who died during the war. Sans shuddered and clung tighter to Grillby, suddenly very aware Grillby could have been one of those casualties and they'd have never met.

"… So yes, I'll only be able to see you after the gates are closed and secured for the evening, and then the next morning duty calls again."

"i thought as much. but that's fine, i'm used to staying up late. i'll just sleep during the day so i'll always be awake to see you."

"… Thank you, precious." Grillby kissed the crown of Sans's skull. "… As for duties, there's not a single ceremony you need to be part of. But I would be very happy if you chose to."

"i imagine what i'll be able to do is going to be less and less as time goes on."

Grillby's hand moved to gently caress Sans's belly. "… The little ones are far more important than any duty that Char or any other priest can perform just fine without you."

"that's good." Sans rested his head on Grillby's shoulder, relaxing into the soothing touch and the comfortable heat. Despite the nap Papyrus had insisted he take after lunch to make staying up late easier, Sans was starting to drowse. He wouldn't think a mere two weeks of Fieri attempting to force an early morning schedule on him would be enough to undo nearly three years of night shifts, and yet his eyes were already drooping.

"… Can I see?"

"huh?" Grillby's question snapped Sans out of his daze. "what? the kids? not much to see yet, really."

"… I know but… Please?"

How could Sans say no to that? Even without the puppy dog eyes Grillby was giving him he'd have said yes. He untied the sash, struggling to unwind it while staying curled up in Grillby's lap. With a little squeal of excitement, Grillby started helping him undress. Soon the belt and robes were off. Sans started to pull his undershirt off, but Grillby beat him to it by simply pulling the hem up, his other hand pressed gently into the squishy pseudo-flesh. Sans put his own hand over Grillby's. This was nice, really nice. Sitting here, wrapped up in his husband's arms, looking forward to building a family together, Sans found he didn't have a care in the world.

AN: Finally! Four chapters in and the other half of the OTP shows up. And look! They're talking! Healthy communication! I'm so proud of them, I knew they could do it if they tried.

Also… hee hee hee… it doesn't count as another F-word if I don't type out the whole thing. :3c