Sans sat back on the lip of the Eternal Flame's urn, leaning on his first set of arms while the second set cradled his very heavily pregnant belly. It was kind of nice to always have at least one hand free whenever kicking started up, even if it rarely seemed to actually help.

A small procession of priests entered the inner court, ready to start the newest ceremony the mortals have added to their daily rituals. They carefully set a tray overflowing with a hearty meal on the altar. Sans had to roll his eyes, it was kind of funny how much mortals overestimated just how much gods needed to eat. But it was also sweet, and he did have growing kids to feed. Sans absently rubbed his abused belly, lots of growing kids.

Just as the sun was setting Fieri started speaking, "Lord Sans, husband of Lord Fiersome and firstborn of the high god, Lord Gaster…"

Sans couldn't hold back a snicker, just remembering Fieri's face when Grillby finally managed to get that piece of information through the oracle's thick head was enough to send him into a fit of giggles.

"… we give this offering unto you," Fieri finished.

Sans lifted his left hand, he even managed to lift the correct one this time, and pointed towards the altar. He very carefully slipped a whirlwind, very much like the trash tornado he used to keep in his room, under the tray and lifted it into the air, whirling it away. Or rather, whirling it out of mortal sight and right into his hands, it was basically the same thing Grillby did when he actually burned up his sacrifices.

The priests all bowed to the altar, and though Sans knew they couldn't see him he nodded back. They were good people. He looked the tray over, it was definitely a lot of food. Ah well, it would all get eaten so he wasn't going to waste the energy worrying about it. With another little whirlwind he tucked the tray away for later, maybe he'd use earth magic to pull it back out later just for the practice. He started idly kicking his feet, happy to stay here a moment while he waited for Grillby to finish up with closing the gates.

There was an inaudible pop as Gaster suddenly appeared. Sans grinned up at him, "hey pops, how's it hanging?"

Gaster held up his arms, from which three little hotbones doing their best monkey impersonations were hanging. "THEY'RE HANGING VERY WELL."

"Daddy!" a chorus of three little voices called.

"hey kids, were you all good for grandpa?"

Gaster leaned down to let the triplets drop safely to the floor. They eagerly ran over and started climbing up to get at Sans. A few clever little applications of gravity magic had them safely on the lip of the urn and crawling over Sans.

"We were all very good!" Ryder insisted loudly.

"RYDER TRIPPED ASGORE," Cinder said as they tugged at Sans's clothes.

"I did not! Not on purpose anyway."

"what happened?"

"WE WERE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK," Gaster said as he bopped Ryder on the nasal ridge. "AND RYDER HID UNDER ASGORE'S ROBES."

"It was his idea," Ryder said loudly. "And Cinder hid under Toriel's robes!"

Cinder just stuck their tongue out at Ryder.

"and who's robes did you hide under?" Sans asked Ember, who hadn't spoken yet.

"alphys," they replied shyly.

"alphys, huh? bet it smelled weird in there."

"SANS! THAT'S NOT SETTING A VERY GOOD EXAMPLE FOR THE CHILDREN."

"i didn't say it was a bad weird, just… weird. she's always tooling around with machinery and things. but it sounds like you all had a very busy day, are you ready for dinner?"

There were three very eager screams of delight at the offer. Sans got down from the Eternal Flame and set about gathering his kids up. The problem was he had three excited kids to gather and only two sets of arms. Fortunately there always seemed to be an extra set when he needed it.

"… Need a hand?"

"Papa!" the kids happily chorused, then there was a fight over which got to be in Grillby's arms.

"BE CAREFUL," Papyrus warned, "YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT YOUR LITTLE SIBLING."

Ryder won, their flames flickering wildly in their happiness. Cinder pouted, the glow of their bones dimming briefly. Sans adjusted his hold to better support them and Ember on his hips.

"pops, you staying for dinner too?"

"OF COURSE, IF YOU HAVE ENOUGH TO GO AROUND."

"eh, you know how mortals are: they overfeed us."

Grillby laughed, "… You're looking a little black there."

"but daddy's bones are white," Ember said in confusion.

"yeah," Sans said in mock offense. "not a single smudge or burn on me."

Grillby leaned down and planted a kiss on Sans's head. "… There, all fixed."

The triplets giggled, though Cinder sneered, "GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSS!"

"YES, VERY GROSS!" Papyrus said with a wide grin. "YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO WASH THAT OFF."

"nah, think i'll keep it for a little while. proof that he loves me."

That earned Sans several side eyes as well as a few giggles.

"oh look, we're here." A quick peek through the door showed the temple's kitchen was empty. Ember and Cinder shimmied from Sans's hold to go running in, pushing each other as they scrambled for the best seat at the long table. Ryder tried to do the same, but Grillby wouldn't let them down.

"Awww… Papa! Let me down, Cinder's gonna hog the best spot again!"

"… You don't want to sit with your papa?" Grillby looked down at Ryder with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

Ryder paused, looking up at Grillby. "I wanna sit with Uncle Papyrus."

Papyrus froze from where he was pulling down plates and gasped in delight, two hands cupping his face while the other two kept a careful grip on the plates. "AND YOU WILL! HAND THEM OVER, FIERSOME!"

Grillby laughed and handed Ryder over.

Sans found himself lingering in the doorway, watching as his family went about setting the table, the children fighting over seating arrangements, Grillby and his brother or father nudging each other while egging on the children. He couldn't help smiling so wide it almost hurt. As if not to be left out, the latest addition to the family started kicking up a fuss in his middle. Sans laughed and gently ran three hands over his belly. Life was wonderful right now, but the future was looking brighter than ever.

"SANS, WE ARE ALL SET," Gaster called, motioning to the empty space between him and Grillby with one hand while cuddling Ember in his lap with three others.

"YES, BROTHER! WE'RE JUST WAITING ON YOU NOW."

"alright, i'm coming." Sans ambled over to the table, summoning their dinner with a little whirlwind on his way. Gaster and Papyrus started serving the meal while Grillby helped him into his seat. "hey," Sans said to Grillby.

"… Yes?"

"i love you."

"… And I love you, for the rest of our lives."

Sans sealed it with a kiss.

AN: The end!

So there were a few hiccups here and there, but overall I'm happy with how this came out. At the very least we hit most of the plot points I wanted to, and almost enough cuddles and domestic Sansby fluff. But let's face it: never enough cutesy OTP cuddles. And even if this story isn't as good as it could be, I learned a lot while writing it and that will hopefully show in the next story.

Speaking of, as of writing this one of the busiest seasons is starting up at work. I've also been transferred from the location I was trained at and been working at for the last three years to the one in downtown. I've decided the sanest thing to do is to take a hiatus from writing until that's over and I've had a chance to settle. I don't know when I'll start posting the next story, but when I do it will be because I've written enough to be confident in keeping up a weekly update. I may still be posting one shots or short stories, the hiatus is mainly turning off the daily writing obligation on my life management app, I'm not going to force myself. So hopefully I'll see you all soon! *blows everyone kisses*