Sans x Toriel (Teen Pregnancy)

-_ Chapter 42 ~ Loving Life. _-

Toriel's POV:

I twisted the heated nozzle, spraying water all over me. I needed to take a shower, since me and Sans were going on a romantic sunset walk near the coast this evening. My fur weighed down quite heavily, making me question taking this wash or not. I surveyed the bottles of shampoo and conditioner, choosing a vanilla and raspberry scented one. The glass casing around the shower heated up and steamed, with splashes of water and foam dotted around.

I took one last spray of the luscious liquid and tried to turn it off. I slipped and landed on the surface. I huffed and placed a hand on my belly. I pushed myself up from the confined area and into the posh en suite. I draped a purple towel around me, with a matching one twisted around my head. I stopped for a minute and put a hand on my back, the other feeling my stomach. The baby kicked. I was just wondering if it was hurt. I padded over to my bedroom.

I dressed in a beautiful, pale pink, slightly transparent flowery dress, with a blue denim jacket over me, for warmth. Sans walked in and noticed my dress, blushing. "Like what you see?" I said smugly, hugging Sans. The one of the many things I like about Sans is he takes me very gratefully, not like Asgore. He doesn't care about my breasts, even if they are getting bigger. But that's only to prepare for breastfeeding. He just loves the loveable parts about me. He adores the things I want him to adore.

Sans just wore his usual adorable clothes, with a clean shirt and jacket. "You ready to go?" Sans said, his blue blush fading away. I opened my mouth, but I was interrupted by my stomach grumbling. I cupped a hand underneath my belly. I forgot about dinner! Sans looked concerned. "You wanna grab some grub before we go?" He suggested. I nodded and walked out of the room.

I prepared a 'small' dinner, even if it was slightly overflowing the plate. Sans needed a shower, so he went upstairs and stalled for time. I took the last bite of my food and cleaned up the plate. I always feel so great after a good wash, which is a bit strange, to be honest. My fur is so pure and soft, with a scent sprayed over it. I suddenly had a shock of feet pain, which scares me. In two months time, when it happens, I'll think the baby's coming!

Sans walked downstairs and noticed me sitting on the sofa. He cuddled up to me. "Now are you ready to go?" He said, smiling. I nodded and got up, huffing. I shouted to my dad that we were going. I closed the door gingerly an looked over at Sans, who was grinning in ecstasy. I twirled my hand around his as we walked along to the cliff path.

We slowly padded our way across the beautiful cliff coastline, watching the people bathe in the sunset on their beach mats and children playing in the rising tide. We rested on a grassy cliff top, placing an orange picnic blanket down. I wrapped an arm around him, bringing the sleepy bag of bones towards me. I looked down at him and we locked eyes. I kissed him on the nose. Sans put a hand on my stomach, his eyes glued to the setting sun.

"Life... is great." I said, putting the side of my head with his. "Everything's falling together. I have a baby on the way with the most beautiful goat girlfriend ever, I got a house owned by lovely parents to live in, and I don't have to worry about getting a job for a whole now." Sans said, grinning. I kissed him on the lips. "That is a very sweet thing to say." I cooed, my paws on his cheeks.

We cuddled to the sound of the waves strolling in, the baby sometimes kicking when Sans rubs my belly. The sunset faded slowly as the leaves of Autumn ran through the grass and off the cliff. Life... is great.