FlowerFell番外篇 Unexpected(4)(2)
Twenty-two weeks.
Frisk laid awake, it was nearly three in the morning and the unfamiliar discomfort of heartburn plagued them. They had sent Sans out to the twenty-four-hour convenience store fifteen minutes away from their house. Frisk needed relief, they had initially wanted milk to calm the acid in their stomach, but, foolishly Sans drank it all earlier that day. Hormones getting the better of them they lashed out, it wasn’t even a fight, purely raw hormonal pregnancy anger. It was becoming more frequent, as was the growing discomfort. Feet now swelling when they stood for long periods of time, their back ached at random times during the day and the heartburn from the depths of hell. Frisk couldn’t complain too much, however, their skin was clearer, eyes brighter and hair noticeably thicker and shinier. They were beautiful. Rolling over onto their side, they patiently waited for their husband’s return.
The store was desolate, Sans noted the clearly unenthusiastic redheaded cashier sitting on a stool playing a handheld gaming system, ignoring all customers until they came to her register to make their purchases. He didn’t blame her, it had to be boring to work overnight.
Frisk laid awake, it was nearly three in the morning and the unfamiliar discomfort of heartburn plagued them. They had sent Sans out to the twenty-four-hour convenience store fifteen minutes away from their house. Frisk needed relief, they had initially wanted milk to calm the acid in their stomach, but, foolishly Sans drank it all earlier that day. Hormones getting the better of them they lashed out, it wasn’t even a fight, purely raw hormonal pregnancy anger. It was becoming more frequent, as was the growing discomfort. Feet now swelling when they stood for long periods of time, their back ached at random times during the day and the heartburn from the depths of hell. Frisk couldn’t complain too much, however, their skin was clearer, eyes brighter and hair noticeably thicker and shinier. They were beautiful. Rolling over onto their side, they patiently waited for their husband’s return.
The store was desolate, Sans noted the clearly unenthusiastic redheaded cashier sitting on a stool playing a handheld gaming system, ignoring all customers until they came to her register to make their purchases. He didn’t blame her, it had to be boring to work overnight.