-_ Chapter 34 ~ Mornings With Diets. _-

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Sans's POV:

Me and Tori walked downstairs slowly, whispering. We reached the kitchen and started to prepare our breakfasts. I noticed Tori was making a smoothie, but it was a little different than an average one. "Um, what's up with your smoothie?" I asked, sitting on the bar top next to her. She looked over at me and grinned. "Well, I can't eat some foods and drinks, because of the baby's health. Also, the smoothie's big because, ask you know, I am feeding for two." She replied, patting her stomach.

She blended her food while I prepared mine, neatly organising the several bowls. We sat down on the table and sipped our glasses, before I stopped to think. "Hey, our graduations soon, what do you think?" I said, patting the table nervously. "She put her cup down and sighed. "I don't know, honestly. I think I aced all the tests. I hope I can take a year off, to have the baby and start raising it, but I'm not sure." She explained professionally. I patted her hand.

"Hey, you know me, I'm super lazy, so I'll probably take a yer or so off, so I can raise it, with you by my side." I said, smirking, She blushed. "Aw Sans! That's very kind of you. I know you'll make the best father..." She said, embarrassed.

Tori checked her phone and raised an eyebrow. "Mettaton says he's going on a date with Papyrus, how exciting!" She exclaimed. I sighed. Her face turned into a remorseful expression, a small smile painted on her adorable face. "Come on Sans, your brother is in good hands." She whispered, kissing me on the forehead. "I know, but, I just want what's best for Paps..." I moaned quietly.

She gave a soft chuckle. "If this date makes Papyrus happy, then let him be. He deserves Mettaton, and you deserve me." She concluded, wrapping an arm around me and bringing me into a hug. I smiled weakly. "You always know how to make me feel better T." I sighed, pushing my face against hers. "You know how to make my world light up." She whispered softly, pressing her forehead against mine. "If Pap is happy, I'm happy." I said. She smiled.

"That's my sweet skeleton." She cooed.

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