Time seemed to stand still as the two men stared at one another.

One stayed calm and collected while the other growled angrily while fiddling with his belt.

"What are you looking at?" The obviously embarrassed man growled.

Sans faltered momentarily, fighting his shock at having walked in on the mayor having sex, with a man no less! Well, not that it was a big deal, he couldn't care less about other people's sexualities. It was just ironic that the mayor, the most 'upstanding citizen' in Ebbot City would be caught at a nightclub having sex with a man. Especially when he spent the majority of the day practically eye-humping women.

Maybe he was bi?

"I won't repeat myself. What are you looking at!?" David hissed, getting more frustrated by the second. Pausing momentarily to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

Obviously he didn't expect to be caught. But by god this was the funniest day of his life!

Sans couldn't stop himself, he chuckled softly at first, building until he was practically gasping for air as he hunched over holding his stomach.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?" David bristled again, his anger making his face break out in red, splotchy patches all over his face.

When Sans could finally catch his breath, he stared straight into the mayor's eyes, tears of laughter falling from his cheeks, "Just the mayor wiping his mouth after a quickie in a gross club bathroom!"

David advanced towards him, body wracked with angered shaking, "If you breathe so much as a word about this I'll have you locked up faster than you can say 'mercy'!"

Sans only laughed harder, tears leaking from closed lids, "'Mercy', huh? Funny enough I was thinking it'd be more like, "uhhh.. ahhhhh~!" He laughed after mimicking the mayor and his lover.

David reared an arm back, moving fast for someone so heavy, and swung without another thought. Unfortunately, Sans was faster, catching his fist in his grasp. The mayor grunted, his face completely red with fury, and attempted to pry his hand from Sans' grip. The skeleton-turned-human smiled statistically before clenching harder, making David gasp in pain. When he attempted to strike once more, Sans grabbed his other fist and squeezed roughly, pressing dangerously upon his fragile bones.

David held back a scream as Sans slowly applied more and more pressure until his hands felt like they were going to shatter. Furious tears pooled in his eyes as he glared at the scrawny man holding him captive, "Unhand me at once. If you don't I'll make your life hell! You think your punk ass has it hard now, wait until you're thrown into jail. Maximum security would suit you well you broke, bum bitch!"

Sans inwardly smiled and allowed his grip to ease slightly, not enough for escape to be plausible, but enough to feign considering his offer. After a few moments, Sans used his full strength to crush one of the mayor's hands, smiling sadistically as he screamed in pain while simultaneously making it worse with his forceful struggles to get away.

"You've already made my life hell."

The mayor didn't have a chance to comprehend what had been said as Sans' skull crashed into his with such force that he fell to the floor in agonizing pain, allowing Sans time to slip out of the dingy bathroom and blend in with the dancing patrons. Stumbling momentarily, he gripped his forehead gently, a slight pain spreading through it. Although he didn't regret headbutting the arrogant bastard, it certainly did nothing to stop the slight ache. With a scoff, he turned and maneuvered his way out of the club since the mayor had already caught him. No sense in lingering any longer after his cover was blown. For now, he would simply observe the alley, hoping the mayor would leave soon.

Sans trodded down the pissy alleyway until he was out of sight before teleporting onto the roof of the establishment, if it could even be called that. Now all he had to do was wait.

Fumbling in his pocket, he pulled out his personal cell phone, smiling softly at the photo of him and Frisk on their wedding day. Funnily enough, the tin can had decided to take a few snapshots with his robotic eyes, which he thoughtfully placed into a scrapbook for them. Needless to say, Frisk had been teary eyed and cooing over their wedding photos, while Sans managed to download a few special ones onto his phone. He kept the picture of their baby's soul floating before them while they stared at it in amazed confusion as his background picture. It always made him smile, knowing that he had his family to look after, to come home to.

He stared at the picture for a few moments longer before unlocking the device and scrolling through his messages. Nothing much of interest other than Papyrus' weekly reminder for 'family night', which really was a thoughtful way of getting the tin can, Frisk, and him together to sit down and spend some quality time together. Lately Sans had been gone for most of the day, aiming on finding out the mayor's secrets. Of course it sucked, but that night every week was special, no matter what he stayed home and doted on his hormonal wife, longing to spend as much time with her as possible.

Time was running out. Their child was to be born soon. It was nerve-wracking to say the least, especially since the pregnancy had recently surpassed the normal time-frame for a monster birth. Everyone chalked it up to the child being a half monster and half human, presuming that it would take longer than normal. Their data on hybrid births was nonexistent, so the expecting couple could only wait and see what happened next.

Although, to be honest Sans' nerves were frayed by the constant worrying over his pregnant wife. How long would it be before she gave birth? Would he be able to protect her when the time came? What if something was wrong with their baby? That thought crushed him like no other. And then there was the mayor, for he knew that man was up to something.

He couldn't afford to slack off, not when so much was riding on this mission.

With a huff of annoyance, he sent a simple message to Asgore asking to meet up in the morning. Summoning a Gaster Blaster, shrunken to the size of a rat, he instructed it to keep guard over the alleyway and to report any activity.

With that done, he leaned back against the cold stone roof, allowing himself a few moments of relaxing peace.

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Sans awoke with a grunt of pain as sharp teeth bit down on the tender flesh of his arm. Glaring down at the culprit, one beaming Gaster Blaster, he sighed before stretching out until his spine popped pleasantly. Apparently his few moments of peace turned into a nap, one which he silently chastised himself for.

The sound of glass breaking, and mumbled curses caught his attention. Peering over the lip of the roof, Sans watched as a group of drunken teenagers shuffled through the alley, laughing obnoxiously while carrying on partying despite having been kicked out of the club. Sighing, he sat back on the roof, trying in vain to ignore the rowdy kids as they slowly made their way out of the alley.

The music had begun to die down, others were filing out of the steel door down below. Sans fought the urge to groan, frustrated as people crowded too close together, chatting animatedly over the other drunk patrons. His cold eyes scanned over the foolish humans, but not once did he managed to find the one he was truly looking for.

He waited until the last human left before collapsing on his back, allowing the cool stone to chill his overheated body. The liquor had all but gone, just leaving him overly warm, his thick hoodie and sweats not helping matters much. Frowning, he pulled out his phone once more, taking note of the time. Scrambling up with a startled yelp, he sent the summoned monster flying to the floor with a startled screech. Sans quickly scooped up the shrunken monster before teleporting back home. He only prayed that the others wouldn't notice his absence.

By the time he made it up the stairs, light began to filter through the windows, making him frown and sigh in exhaustion. Quietly tiptoeing into his room, he was greeted by the sight of Frisk lying spread out like a starfish, her legs dangling off the side of the mattress while she snored softly. One hand laid upon the rounded mass of her belly as the other curled up underneath her pillow. A smile graced his lips at the sight while he swiftly removed his hoodie and shoes before climbing into the other side of the bed.

As he quietly arranged himself on the bed, his hand reached out to gently bring her closer, the other resting over top the one lying over their unborn child as she slept. With a gentle kiss to her forehead, he laid down on the mattress, willing sleep to come.

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He had only just closed his eyes for what felt like a few minutes before Frisk had managed to wake from her slumber. Stretching uninhibitedly, she groaned at the feeling of bones popping and muscles stretching pleasantly. Besides the ache in her back and the swelling of her feet, she was feeling particularly happy this morning. She smiled down at her stomach, hands sliding over the rounded plane lovingly. It was odd feeling the slightest movement in her womb, as of late the little tyke couldn't sit still for its life. It was constantly moving, shuffling and god bless did it kick!

Just as the thought came, it was accompanied by an all too familiar surge of pain while the telltale bump emerged beneath her skin. It seemed someone was just as awake as she was this morning.

"He's so active, I bet you can't wait to see mommy and daddy, huh?" She cooed at the baby that only picked up in speed as he moved about freely.

The body next to her shifted with a low groan before a tender hand enveloped hers in a blanket of warmth. Looking over, she was greeted by the sight of her husband in his human form, which perturbed her just a tad since he usually only saved for excursions aboveground. His icy blue eyes bore into her lavender orbs and a small smile tugged on his slender lips before he rolled a bit closer, bringing his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss. When he pulled back, he grinned down at his wife smugly, "And what makes you so sure it's a boy, love?"

Snorting, she lightly pushed against his chest in an attempt to move him away, only resulting in him budging a tiny bit before he peppered gentle kisses to her nose, then her cheeks, down to her chin, all the while making her pout childishly as he deliberately avoided kissing her the one place she wanted him to, "He's so rambunctious, it has to be your son!"

Smiling gently, he finally met her lips with his own, flooding her senses with love and adoration as they melted in the sweet moment. Times like this, waking up peacefully and sharing a morning together, were few and far between, and she was determined to savor the precious moments he could spare to be with her. Sighing happily, she cupped a cheek beneath her palms, slanting her mouth against his and deepening the kiss they shared.

Sans groaned as his little mate made the first move, opening her mouth to his where he took advantage of willingness, battling her tongue for dominance that he quickly won. He shifted so that he could trap her smaller body beneath his larger one, keeping his weight off of her in fear of hurting their child. She whimpered slightly as a hand moved to cup her enlarged breasts, finding them to be immensely more sensitive than normal. He smiled as he pulled away to pepper kisses against the column of her throat, reveling in the sweet moans of his love.

"Sans.." She sighed breathlessly as he moved over her pulse point, dull teeth scraping lightly at the pulsing rhythm beneath her skin.

"Sans." She whispered as a twinge of pain overtook her pleasure. Sans didn't seem to hear her as he continued his trail down to the valley between her breasts.

"SANS!"

That seemed to snap him out of his reverie. With a slightly alarmed yelp, he pulled himself away from her breasts and gazed into her eyes, searching for any pain in her gaze. She blinked away small drops of tears as she gently took one of his hands in her own, guiding it back down to the bulge in her stomach, smiling as she watched his eyes widen fractionally as movement beneath his fingertips caught him off guard.

Sans couldn't be more proud, their child was moving beneath the palm of his hand, kicking softly at first, bit becoming more prominent as time went on. This was nothing new for Frisk, but for Sans it was beautifully overwhelming. Too caught up in making sure his family was safe, from stalking the mayor, he had not been able to feel their child move before. As if on cue, a small hand appeared beneath the surface of her skin, almost as if it was reaching out to him. And with that he broke.

Frisk rubbed his snow white locks as he gushed over their unborn child, tears of happiness spilling onto the exposed skin of her stomach while he happily spent time with his little family.

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"But why not? It's a wonderful name for a boy?" Frisk huffed impatiently as Sans rejected yet another name for their little boy.

"Because even if it is a boy, that just doesn't sound right."

Snorting, she rattled on her list of names for both boys and girls. Each one was met with the same indifference as the last. With an irritated sigh, she threw her hands up, "Fine. Then we'll just have to figure it out later, but we can't put this off forever. Our little one won't wait around til we're ready, you know?"

He chuckled softly while bringing her into his warm embrace, "Yes, dear. How about we focus on it tomorrow? For now let's just enjoy the rest of our morning."

After a few minutes of frustrated grumbling, she melted into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his strong arms.

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A/N: So this was a bit shorter and not as action packed, but I felt like after a big bombshell last chapter, maybe Sans could have a few moments of peace with Frisk.

Anyways, let me know what you thought!