Warnings- talk of abortion, but only briefly

You crouched over the toilet again, throwing up what little breakfast you were able to get down. This was the third time this week, and you had been nauseous the whole time. You weren't sick, not that you could tell. No fever, no other symptoms. Just getting sick at all times of the day.

Sans rubbed your back, not sure how to help. He handed you a glass of water after you straightened up.

"This is the third time this week. We should go see Alphys." He suggested, worried for your health.

"She's a scientist, not a doctor." You said, trying to rid your mouth of the sour taste.

"Her name is Dr. Alphys." He pointed out. You tried to hold back a groan.

"Yeah, but she's not a medical doctor."

"She's the closest thing the Underground has." He already had his phone out. You heard ringing coming from the other line. A faint voice picked up. "Hey Alphy…. I'm good. Look-" He stopped talking and listened. "Actually, she's not doing too great. She's been throwing up left and right." You scoff at his exaggeration but didn't say anything. "Yeah okay. That sounds good. Thanks doc."

Sans clicked the phone off and slipping it into his pocket. He helped you walk into the kitchen and sat you at the table, refilling your water glass.

"So she's free any time after 2, so we can try to get some lunch in you before heading over." He said soothingly, thinking of something simple to make you. You sigh but don't argue, knowing Sans was right yet again. "How about some soup?"

"Yeah that sounds good. Want some tea dear?" You ask, moving to the stove to turn on the kettle.

"That would tea great babe." He chuckled and you smirked. You had always liked his puns, but that was just bad.

"You're slipping Sans." You giggled a little and started the water.

"Aw you love me." He came up behind you and hugged you. You just smiled and laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. I love you skeleboy." You turned and kissed him on the head. His skull lit up light blue. He chuckled and looked away. How he was still flustered around you, you would never understand. While most monsters didn't get officially married, in all sense of the term you and Sans were together.

Lunch was a quite event. Most things were quiet after Papyrus moved in with Mettaton. You had never been a very outgoing person, and Sans had never been the most exuberant monster, so you worked well together.

After lunch, there was still about an hour before Alphys would be free, so the two of you sat on the old couch and dozed off. Your stomach felt oddly full, the lower part of your torso. Your nausea spiked but it wasn't bad enough to make you dash for the bathroom. Sans checked his phone, only opening one eye.

"Come on babe, let's head over. I wanna make sure you can be cured as soon as possible. I hate seeing you sick like this." He kissed you on the forehead, causing your chest to warm.

"Alright. Are we walking or can you find one of your shortcuts for me?" You joke, nudging him playfully. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Hmm well I suppose I can look for something….but it might be hard…. I dunno..." He glanced at you, his straight face cracking into a grin. "Yeah of course babe. Come on." He held a hand out for you. You took it and he helped you stand, the room spinning when you were upright. His arms caught you when you swayed, making sure you didn't fall.

Sans shot you a concerned look but you waved him off with a smile and a "Just stood up too fast." He accepted it and wrapped his arms around you. Whenever you teleported with him, he held on you tight, so you weren't separated in the void.

Next thing you know, you were standing outside Alphys' lab, the heat from the environment making your shirt stick to you. He didn't bother knocking, just tapped a key on the key pad, opening the electronic door. A wave of cold air rushed over you as you walked in.

"I-I'm here!" Alphys called to you from her upstairs lab area. You stepped on the moving walkway and were swept right to her. She had cleared an area on her work table, supposedly for you to sit. Your hunch was right, for the little reptile monster asked you to sit on the bench.

"S-so can you t-tell me what's been b-b-bothering you?" She asked, looking down at her clipboard instead of at you.

"Erm, I've been feeling sick a lot lately. It's been tough keeping food down for the last week or so. And my stomach feels funny. It doesn't hurt or anything, it just feels weird." You explain. She writes something on her clipboard and blinked.

"W-well let's run some t-tests before we j-j-jump to any conclusions." She muttered the last part under her breath, but you still heard. You didn't press her for what she meant by jumping to conclusions.

She sent Sans from the lab and ran a series of tests. She took a blood sample, a urine sample, put sensors on your temple and took the readings. She also asked a lot of questions.

"D-does your family have any h-history of illnesses?"

"Not that I can think of."

"Any family m-members give b-birth to premature b-babies?"

"Nope."

"Any i-infertility issues in your family?"

"Not that I know of. All the births I can think of have been healthy, but then again I fell down here when I was pretty young. It's been a while since I've seen my human family."

"Alright… M-maybe we should call S-sans in after this l-last question." She nervously write something on her clipboard.

"Okay?" You weren't sure why she seemed so uncomfortable.

"Have you and Sans… She awkwardly trailed off. She adjusted her glasses and took a shuttering sigh. "H-have you g-guys… you know… had s-sex lately?" Both your faces were bright red. You thought back to the last time you and Sans slept together.

"About a week ago, I think." You say with an awkward smile, looking at your feet. She made a sound in the back of her throat.

"O-okay… we should r-really call Sans in-"

"I'm right here." Sans said from behind her. Alphys squeaked and jumped, spinning around to see the grinning skeleton.

"A-alright… I got the b-blood tests, but this isn't s-s-something I'm familiar with completely… but, um… congratulations?" she gave a hesitant smile. You and Sans both looked at her, more than confused.

"Congratulations on what doc?" Sans asked, an edge to his voice. Alphys adjusted her glasses again.

"All the t-tests point to the same t-thing. I'm n-n-not sure how it, um, works for h-humans but…"

"Come on Alphys, what's wrong with me?"

"You're pregnant!"

You were staring at the blank television, your hand resting on your stomach. Sans had taken you home hours ago, the end of the conversation all but a blur.

Alphys said something about… just thinking about it made your heart clench.

"I know y-y-you're still really y-young, so if you d-don't think you're r-r-ready there are p-procedures to r-remove the z-zygote."

You had tuned out after that. Your ears were ringing. You felt lightheaded. You felt sick.

While Sans and Alphys discusses monster/human child bearing, you rushed to the nearest trashcan and threw up. The soup had mostly digested, so it was all stomach acid. You felt tears running down your face as you heaved into the can. He took you home soon after.

You heard Sans moving around in the kitchen. He let you rest on the couch when you got home and went to make some calls.

You felt tears drip down your face again. You weren't ready for a child…

A child…

You couldn't be a mother. You were barely an adult yourself… but…

A child! A small mix of you and Sans… someone small to take care of and watch grow. You had always wanted a family, and you had never loved anyone more than you loved Sans.

The conflict in your mind made your head ache. You wanted a family, but you were so young, but you didn't think you could get an abortion, but…

"Hey Babe." Sans said gently, sitting on the couch next to you. He handed you a mug of your favorite tea and wiped your cheek.

"Hey Sans." Your smile was watery but he took it as a good sign. "Sans…"

"Don't think too hard about it right now babe. It's a lot to take in all at once."

"I'm so scared." You whisper. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close to him.

"I know babe. I'm scared too, but we have each other."

"I don't know if I can… get rid of it." Your voice was even softer.

"Whatever you chose, I'll support you."

"But I don't think I can raise a child…" You placed the mug on the small table and buried your face into your hands.

"Alphys said you can wait for about six weeks before it's too late. Maybe we can talk to others for their advice."

"What do you want me to do?" You ask, almost afraid to know his answer.

"I… I don't actually know myself." He chuckled deeply. "I'm not the daddy kind of monster, but at the same time… me, a dad…" He smiled and placed a hand on your stomach briefly before removing it and frowning. "But I'm not going to try to change your mind. This decision isn't mine to make."

"Thanks Sans… I wouldn't be able to do this without you." You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Who should we tell first?"

"Maybe Papyrus, but he would be heartbroken if we told him and decided not to keep it." He had a point. Papyrus would be ecstatic about having a little niece or nephew, and wouldn't understand what happened to them.

"Not Undyne, unless Alphys already blabbed. She would freak out and half the Underground would know in ten minutes."

"Maybe…" Sans trailed off. While you were going through your own list of friends, he had been going through his own. You knew his closest friend was Grillby.

"Maybe Grillby?" You suggested, knowing he wouldn't suggest it himself. Sans broke out into a huge grin and nodded.

"He would be perfect. Plus he usually gives the best advice." He chuckled, knowing he's gone to the fire monster on many occasions for a level headed opinion.

"Let's go tell Uncle Grillbz the good new then." You grinned and kissed his cheek.

"Well, I should have seen this coming." Grillby's face was impassive, but his tone was excited. You started the visit normal enough, ordering your meals and joking with the bar patrons. He rose his eyebrow when you ordered a second plate of fries, then you told him you were eating for two. He stopped cleaning the bar for a second.

"But we need some advice." Sans said grimly.

"That does not sound good."

"I don't know if I can keep it." You whisper in your food. You felt tears pricking your eyes.

"Oh…" Grillby replied, not sure what to say.

"We need your advice Grillbz. You've always managed to stay level headed." Sans said, a pleading tone dripping into his voice.

"What do you want advice on, exactly?" The fire monster asked.

"Should I keep it?" You ask quietly. No one spoke for a few moments, and it was like time stood still, just for a minute or two.

"You should do what your heart tells you." Grillby finally spoke, his voice low and cautious.

"That's the problem. I want to have a family, but I don't know if I'll be able to raise them right. I don't want to be the one blamed for screwing this kid over…" You remembered your own upbringing. A mom that always said the same thing when she thought you were out of earshot… I just wasn't ready for the responsibility…

"I don't think you could screw a child up even if you tried." Grillby said gently. You smiled at him and sighed. He caught your hesitation. "You'll have the whole Underground supporting you. Dozens of babysitters at a moment's notice, all the supplies and help you could ever need. At least know you have my support." Grillby placed a warm hand over yours.

"Thank you Grillbz." You couldn't keep the smile off your face.

"Who should we tell next?" Sans asked, after Grillby went to take another order. You had finished your meals in relative silence, mulling over what Grillby said.

"I was thinking Toriel. She's my mom after all. Then Papyrus."

"I thought we weren't going to tell Pap until you made a decision." Sans asked, slightly confused. You couldn't help but smile at him. You shot him a coy look and placed a hand on your stomach. He finally caught on Sans' eyes widened almost comically.

"Babe..." He breathed, as if afraid to break the magic. You just smile wider and laugh, tears brimming your eyes.

"I'm still not one hundred percent certain, because it is a huge responsibility, but…" You let out a watery chuckle. "But I want to have a family with you Sans."

Sans didn't say anything. He just wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight, laughing and crying into your shoulder. You just laughed, and cried, and held him tight.

"A family…" He whispered. "A family! Hey everyone! I'm going to be a Father!" He shouted joyfully. The look of pure elation on his face made your heart swell.

"Congratulations!"

"That's amazing!"

"Congrats guys!"

The bar erupted into congrats and cheers. You were amazed at how amazing you felt. You hugged Sans, who lifted you into the air and spun you around. He took you out of the bar and teleported you straight to Toriel's.

She had opened the ruin doors after you decided to stay in the Underground. She heard your shouts and rushed out. She looked scared out of her mind until she saw the grins on your face. Confused, she put a hand out for you.

"What is the matter, my child? Why have you come screaming to the ruins?"

"Mom… I'm pregnant." You grin wide, only grinning wider when her eyes glazed over.

"Oh my…" Toriel wiped her eyes and pulled you into a hug. If you had known all it took to get hugs from everyone was to get pregnant…

"Who else knows, my child?" Toriel asked, her voice as soft as always.

"Sans, Alphys, Grillby and you." You said, smiling.

"Oh my! You are going to have quite the adventure telling everyone!" She giggled. You just hugged her again.

You never thought they would leave. From ten that morning until… you check the clock. Almost eleven at night, people had been in and out of your house. You were exhausted, but exuberant. It was like a baby shower, but also like a night at the bar. For everyone but you that is.

It was amazing. So many monsters came with presents. Striped sweaters and baby food in little jars and a stroller. Anything and everything you could ever need, all right there for you.

You sat on the couch, eyes closed. You wanted to go to bed so badly, but you had to go clean up the kitchen. You felt the couch sink in more on your left. Opening one eye, you saw Sans sitting next to you, his head thrown back in exhaustion.

"Hey there." You whisper, smiling faintly at him. He opened one eye and grinned back. His hand flopped over and covered your own. His warm bones filled you with love and determination.

"Hey babe." He leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek. You let out a big yawn and rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed contently as you laced your fingers together.

"You ready for our biggest adventure yet?" You ask, joy coloring your tone. He placed his free hand on your stomach and kissed you deeply on the mouth.

"So ready."

I got this request kind of last minute, but I just loved the idea. Plus, it was certainly different from anything I've written before.

For anyone who doesn't know, I made a tumblr for this story. It's "loveyourselfstory". I've already gotten some amazing art submissions, so if you want to see the awesome art, come check out the blog!

I'll officially start taking requests again! But if you could, please check the suggestion list up on the tumblr blog. It's really tough to keep everything straight when I get the same thing over and over. If you can't check though it's totally fine. I can understand!

Also, I'm pro-choice, and even though I wanted to expand on the conflict a little more, I figured it would drag on too much so I left it the way it was. Abortion is a scary thing, and a very difficult choice to make. It's not something people go around doing willy nilly, like changing the color of your nail polish.

Not to get all deep and stuff. I just know some people (Aka my grandmother, who posts anti-abortion things all the time) who aren't very open or caring about what these mothers have to go through…

I might to a sequel to this, where the reader has a miscarriage, but it wouldn't be in the same timeline as this one. Chronologically I mean. It would be an entirely separate thing, with this as inspiration. Eh, I dunno. I'll have to see where my muse takes me.

Until next time!

~Starlight