Golden

6

War, as it always did, came. Sans had to help a neighboring country by treaty.

He and Frisk spent their last night together in each other's arms. When they were tired and exhausted from their lovemaking, Sans told her about an old hunting cabin that his family used to spend time at. Frisk promised that she would write to him as soon as the baby came.

When she woke up, he was gone.

-_-

Letters were exchanged. Frisk was reading one when the first contraction came.

Soon, she was lying in a bed, dressed only in a shift and her gloves. Women hustled around her, ordering her.

One poked her head in between Frisk's legs. She had a smile when she came up. "You're gonna have a child to hold soon. Now, push!"

Frisk pushed until she was told to stop. Another push. Then one last push. The women cheered through the cries of a newborn.

The child was set into her arms. Frisk smiled through her tears of pain. She was so exhausted, enough to not be able to determine her child's gender.

"What is the child?"

"A girl your Majesty."

Frisk smiled, stroking her baby's head softly. The child hadn't opened her eyes yet, but snuggled into her mother's breast, away from the light and noise.

"Aliza...my little Aliza."