FlowerFell番外篇 Unexpected(3)(5)
Of course Frisk would be the most excellent mother. Sans knew his calm façade helped them come to terms with the pregnancy, fear being replaced with anticipation. He had to keep them smiling and hAPPy, deal with his concerns and fears by himself. He had a moment to flip through a pamphlet Frisk had set on the bedside table and read that unnecessary stress was bad for an expecting mother.
Frisk shifted in their sleep. Rolling onto their back, one arm up by their face the other across their lower stomach. Slow rise and fall of their chest, the odd twitch of their fingers, sometimes sleepy mumbles escaped their lips. Sans carefully pulled down their nightshirt which had ridden up exposing their underwear and pulled the comforter over them. Although their room was warm, he had to make sure they didn’t catch a chill.
How in the world did Sans not notice? He realized now that they were a little more plush in their mid-section and just two days earlier they had been… intimate. He really didn’t notice that their SOUL had some of his magic in it? Or notice the now obvious bump where his children were? Was he that bad of a husband? No. Again quieting those thoughts of self-hatred. Skeletal fingers absentmindedly touching his necklace.
Frisk shifted in their sleep. Rolling onto their back, one arm up by their face the other across their lower stomach. Slow rise and fall of their chest, the odd twitch of their fingers, sometimes sleepy mumbles escaped their lips. Sans carefully pulled down their nightshirt which had ridden up exposing their underwear and pulled the comforter over them. Although their room was warm, he had to make sure they didn’t catch a chill.
How in the world did Sans not notice? He realized now that they were a little more plush in their mid-section and just two days earlier they had been… intimate. He really didn’t notice that their SOUL had some of his magic in it? Or notice the now obvious bump where his children were? Was he that bad of a husband? No. Again quieting those thoughts of self-hatred. Skeletal fingers absentmindedly touching his necklace.