Undertale au's x Pregnant! Reader One shots! (SLOW UPDATES)

Papyrus

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For the past 4 months you have experiencing irregular periods, getting sick in the morning, and pain in your stomach more often. You've also been getting a little more chubby, but you thought that was from your late-night snack eating. While sitting in a little bakery, you decided to vent to your best friend about what was happening to you.

"Maybe you should go see a doctor? They might be able to tell you what's wrong?" One of your friends suggested, sipping on their iced tea.

"No period, morning sickness, stomach. No period, morning sickness, stomach-" She choked on her drink, spitting it out on her shirt. "oH MY GOD WHAT IF YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" She practically shouted, earning stares from some people.

"F/n! K-Keep it down! Jesus!" I shushed. "You definitely need to buy a Pregnancy test! Just to make sure." She whispered.

"Yeah, after Papyrus comes back from the store, I think I'll go get one." You murmured, munching on your cinna-bun.

~Later~

"HELLO Y/N!" Papyrus shouted as he picked you up into the air, and spun you around.

"Hehe, hey Papyrus!" You giggled, then kissed his forhead. He blushed and put you back down onto the ground.

"SO, HOW WAS YOUR DAY TODAY, DATEMATE?" "Well..." You paused, thinking if you should be honest about what your friend said, or if you should keep it a secret for now.

You decided to not let him know, and keep it to yourself for now. Besides, you didn't want to get his hopes up if it was just some sort of weird coincidence. "It was pretty good. We went to a bakery, and I bot some Cinna-buns for you and Sans!"

You handed the Cinnamon buns to Papyrus, and his face lit up. "THANKS DATEMATE!"

"Can I borrow your credit card? Don't worry, I just need to buy something from the Convenient store." You said. (Wait... I honestly don't think I spelt that right but whatever oof. It's the Drug store.)

"OF COURSE! BUT PLEASE DON'T SPEND ANYTHING OVER $15." He said, handing you the card.

~Later~

When you got to the store, you instantly when in the woman's section to look for Pregnancy tests.

"Hhhh, which one?" You mumbled, searching through all the little boxes. You decided to settle on a pink stick that wasn't exactly cheap, but not to expensive either. (Don't worry, it wasn't over $15 uwu)

~Another timeskip because this is taking too long and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet wtf~

You sat on the toilet, with the test in your hands. It had a little positive sign on it, meaing you were pregnant.

"Am... Am I really pregnant...?" You whispered to yourself. "Well yeah, no shit. The test has a positive sign on it you idiot, of course you're pregnant!" You yelled at yourself in your head.

"W-What am I gonna do?"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"A-AHEM, Y/N? ARE YOU OKAY IN THERE? YOU SOUND WORRIED..." Papyrus said through the door, causing you to spring up.

"U-Uh, yeah!" You stammered. "Don't worry about me! I-I'm fine!"

"Y/n..." Papyrus lowered his voice, which meant he was super serious. "I'm not a fool, Y/n. I can tell something is wrong. Can I please come in?" You sighed, and got up to open the door.

The door creeked open a little bit. "H-Hey..." You said, opening the door a little more. "Um, Papyrus, I need to tell you something--"

"You're pregnant?" Papyrus guessed. "Wh-- how, how did?--" You stammered. "How did you know??"

Papyrus chuckles. "I could tell all along! You were always nauseous in the mornings, you have been complaining about your stomach a lot, and the most obvious sign," He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and shows you the screen. "It says on the credit card history that you purchased a pregnancy test..."

"Oh shit, I forgot about that thing..." You sigh. "So... W-What do you think?"

There is silence.

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"I'M SO HAPPY!!" Papyrus yells, going back to his happy cheery tone. He picks you up and spins you around. "I'M GONNA BE A DAD!!!"

"A-Ahh! Hehe, Papyrus! Slow down! I'm getting dizzy!" You shouted, holding his shoulders. "HEHE, S-SORRY Y/N!" He gently placed you onto the ground.

~Five Months Later~

You were now Nine months into your pregnancy, and everything was going pretty smoothly. Sure, you would get extra cranky sometimes, and throw a fit, but other than that, everything was fine.

Everyday when Papyrus would come home from work, he would always give you a kiss on your forehead, then bend down to kiss your belly.

Then you two, or should I say, you three would go lay down on the couch and talk about each other's day, watch tv, or relax. Sometimes Papyrus would even talk to the baby, and give you two encouraging messages.

One day, you, Papyrus, and Sans were all laying down on the couch together.
(You and Papy are on one end, Sans is on the other.) You were laying down on Papyrus, dozing off, when suddenly you felt something pop.

You were honestly so tired and didn't want to deal with this right now, so you bluntly just said; "Papyrus... My water... Broke."

There was silence.

"lmao what?" Sans said, looking away from his phone.

"It means I'm about to go into labor." You simply said. "no, no, i know what it means when your water brakes, just, how are you so calm??"

"wAIT- YOU'RE GOING INTO LABOR?!?!?!?" Papyrus shouted starting to get up.

"Well, I guess it's just because I'm so tried- !" You sharply inhale, as you feel the contractions coming.

"W-We should probably get going to the hospital now..." You say, as you rub your stomach.

"YEAH, WE DEFINITELY SHOULD!" Papyrus says as he picks you up. "Papy... Be careful." You say, as you somehow start to doze of again.

Sans puts his hand on Papyrus, and teleports you guys to the hospital.
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The process was difficult and long, but in the end, it was definitely worth it.

You gave birth to a beautiful little boy named B/n. He was mosty human, but he had adorable little skeletal hands, and orange eyes, to represent his father.

"W-We did it!" You cheered, little tears forming in your eyes. You pass the baby to Papyrus, so he could have a turn to hold him.

"Aww, he's so adorable!" Papyrus cooed, rocking the little baby. "He's gonna grow up to be a great fighter one day, and a chef!"

"Maybe you can teach him how to cook when he's older?" You sigh, starting to doze off again. God, your family was just perfect.

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