Asriel entered the house, a huge black eye on his right eye. He held an ice pack against it as he walked past Sans, whom was watching TV on the couch. Before he head to his room, he remembered that he needed to yell at Sans about something today, "SANS!"

"Hey kid," Sans turned around, "What's up?"

"Where were you for the past two days?" Asriel said, pointing to his black eye, "And do you even care about my eye?"

Sans grasped Asriel, as he tried to squirm away, "How did you get a black eye, kiddo?"

"Bullies!" Asriel raged, "Bullies, Sans! What did you think? You... You numbskull!"

Sans started to cackle at what he took as something funny, "Nice one!"

"That wasn't a joke!" Asriel kicked Sans before rushing to his room, "Everything is a joke to him. Ugh!"

Sans' smile wiped off of his face, a shattered expression, he could feel himself at his breaking point, "I-I just want them to be happy..."

He started to tear up, holding the sewed sweater up in his bony hands. He had gotten the tailor to sew "World's Best Stepson" with a blue heart on it. He also had a little case with him, he carressed it lightly, and opened it to see a ring with a diamond he was going to use to propose to Toriel with.

Toriel walked in, dropping her stuff on the kitchen counter, and walking into the living room. Sans quickly hid the ring, and smiled again. "Sans..." Toriel said, "Did Asriel say anything to you about his um... Eye?"

"Yeah," Sans said, chuckling, trying hard to mask that he was sobbing while she wasn't in there, "You didn't let the kids off easy, did you?"

"No," Toriel shook her head, sitting down beside of him, "They got punished."

"Okay, that's good." Sans replied, scratching his head, "So Tori... Where's Frisk?"

"He decided he was going to a sleepover with Monster Kid," Toriel chuckled, "So it's just me, you and Azzy tonight. Want to plan something fun?"

"Of course." Sans said, drinking a bottle of ketchup, "What do you have in mind?"

"What about I go rent us a movie from the redbox or something," Toriel said, "I think we can have a great night."

"Yeah, a great night." Sans said, as Toriel got up. He grabbed the hoodie again, starting to carress it with his fingers.

Toriel and Sans were cuddled up on the couch, and little Asriel took the floor, since he didn't really want to be near Sans and his mom was intimately wanting to cuddle with his soon-to-be stepdad.

He roared at the screen a few times, making chuckles arise from Toriel. She would often bend her head to give Sans a kiss on the forehead, then continue watching her son yell and roar at the TV.

The movie ended, Asriel running off as soon as that happened, "Night, Mom!"

"Goodnight, dearest," Toriel said, kissing Asriel on the forehead before he scurried off, "Have a good sleep."

"Kid, wait!" Sans said, but Asriel just ignored him. Sans sighed, carrying the hoodie in the palm of him hand, and hiding Toriel's ring in his pockets, "Nevermind."

"Sans..." Toriel said, "Um... I want to see the hoodie. Did you take it to the amazing tailor you told me about?"

"I sure did," Sans handed Toriel the hoodie for Asriel, "I fixed it a little bit more special for him too..."

"Sansy..." Toriel said, warmly, "That's very sweet."

"Thanks," Sans said, "I paid real money on it this time too."

"I love what you did," Toriel replied, "You really do love him, don't you?"

Sans sighed, walking up to his room, hugging Toriel before he went, "Night Tori, talk to you tomorrow."