While Undyne, Alphys, and Asgore filed out of the room, Frisk was processing everything that had just happened. She never would have imagined that her favorite dinosaur would snap like that. Never, ever did she let her emotions spill out that harshly. Frisk wanted to cry, to deny that her idea was foolish.. but she couldn't. Despite the poor delivery, the message was clear. Her stubbornness would lead to more danger, for not only herself, but for their baby as well.

Her head hung in shame while she wrapped her arms around her torso protectively, softly whispering apologies and promises of protection. Never again would she be so foolish, she promised, no one would ever lay a finger on her child ever again.

A pair of bony arms encircled her from behind and pulled her into a warm embrace, his lips brushing over her crown softly while she cried over their child. Snuggling against her favorite monster, she let the others fill the silence in the room. Mainly it was filled with nervous banter and well wishes to the recovering girl. It fell on deaf ears, for she was still stuck on the verbal lashing that had just unfolded.

While the human sat in a glum mood, her lover was already planning their next move. He knew it was for the best that the pair stay underground for the time being. He never wanted to see his wife experience something that horrific ever again, especially not with their unborn child. His eyes glazed over as he remembered the scene, he had never felt more like a failure than in that moment. His pride bruised, he could only make up for his blunder by caring for his healing wife. He brushed the little bump on her stomach and gave a slight smile. They were safe, and for the rest of his life, he would take care of his family.

It wasn't long before Frisk began to doze lightly against his ribs. With a small chuckle, he shooed the others away and tucked her back into the bed once more. She protested weakly, but her body fought against her unwilling mind.

"Get some rest, love. You've been through a lot." He smiled and kissed her forehead tenderly before turning to leave. Just as he did so, a shaky hand clasped his wrist. He glanced back to see his wife staring up at him in fear, and a bit of loneliness. Understanding her silent plea, he gently climbed into the bed, throwing an arm around her chest while guiding her back into his arms.

"It's okay, love. I'm here now," He whispered quietly, listening to the shaky cries she tried to hide. Warm hands wrapped around his bony fingers as she guided their conjoined hands to the swell of her belly.

"Thank you," She whispered, her voice hoarse, "Thank you for everything."

~oOo~

Sans waited until her breathing settled into a regular rhythm before carefully peeling himself from his wife's side. Only after switching an overly large pillow in his stead was the skeleton able to leave the confines of the makeshift recovery room. Following the quiet voices, Sans meandered his way into the living room where the rest of their friends were assembled. Harsh glares were shot back and forth between the king and the dinosaur, the situation only growing more tense with each passing moment. Toriel and Undyne were both trying to alleviate the hostility, but were both ignored.

Alphys' tail flicked back and forth in annoyance while her clawed hands remained in tight balls at her side, not trusting herself in her current state. Asgore eyed her critically, with a white knuckled grip onto his crimson trident in a silent warning. Sans moseyed over, casting the monsters what he hoped was a convincing smile, but secretly he kept his eye lights on the two feuding monsters.

"What's shakin', bacon?" He replied goofily, hoping to defuse the situation with humor. However, before he could open his mouth once more, a furious Alphys let out a long puff of smoke while staring the King directly in the eyes, "What's up? Nothing besides a bunch of idiot notions and plans."

The furry goat father banged the trident against the hardwood, letting the air around them glow in an electrifying white aura, "You will refrain from speaking lest you want to be escorted from my home."

The dinosaur merely laughed at his display of power, knowing their ruler was far too kind to actually harm his citizens let alone the only one who could help Frisk with her pregnancy, "I will do whatever I please, Asgore. The child will only suffer on the surface, neither Frisk nor it will be safe. If you have need for my services then send word." She hissed in anger before turning on her heel and stalking past the gathered group and heading out the door. Undyne looked to the others and gave an apologetic wave before hurrying after the obviously disgruntled monster.

Asgore took a few moments to quell his anger, the last week taking a toll on his already distraught mentality. Between caring for his upset wife, ruling the kingdom, and still attempting to communicate peacefully with the humans, he was drop dead exhausted. The fear that his daughter may never wake up had stirred up a long lost emotion for the peace loving giant: rage. Unfortunately for the royal scientist, she happened to make herself an easy target for his anger. He knew on a deep level that she was right and that travelling to the surface would not be permissible for their ambassador, but that did not call for a verbal lashing of that severity. He struggled to compose himself, but with a hug from his wife, albeit a bit awkward and unsure, he slowly started to calm once more. Eventually his trident fell to the floor with a clatter as he wrapped arms around his wife's waist almost desperately. Toriel stiffened for a moment but did not let go of her husband. They had a long way to go in salvaging their tattered relationship, but this was progress. Asgore buried his muzzle in the fur of her neck, and waited for Toriel to push him away, but when she merely rubbed his back soothingly, he let out a deep rumbling purr.

Sans, Papyrus and Mettaton looked at the scene before them in a mixture of happiness and embarrassment, for they knew they were witnessing something private. Papyrus was the first to grab the other monsters by the hands and drag them silently out the living room and down the hall towards Asriel's childhood room. The small group walked into the tiny room where they were met with the other two dreemurr children and they began discussing their plans for Sans and Frisk's extended stay.

Papyrus was quick to offer up Sans' old room to the older skeleton who smiled gratefully although a bit hesitantly. After all, it wasn't just going to be a few days, this would at least be a few months, and as much as the older skeleton and robot had come to a mutual understanding, he didn't want to impose on his brother's new life.

"Do you really think that's okay, bro? After all, it's not just your house."

Mettaton was quick to jump in with his two cents, actively shushing the older monster with a wave of his hand, "Oh come now, darling. We'd love for the two of you to stay. Papyrus gets quite lonely without you two rambunctious scalps. Besides," He turned to his lover, flashing a pearly white smile, "You'll just have more people to cook for."

The younger skeleton's face brightened into a dazzling smile at the prospect of showing off his culinary prowess. It had been quite some time since he had been able to cook for someone other than his boyfriend. And although he still loved to try new dishes and make things exciting, he still yearned to have spaghetti making contests like he had with Frisk and Sans all those years ago. He would never admit it out loud, but he was a bit saddened when the two had to move to the surface. He missed the days where he and Sans would guard Snowdin, where he and Frisk would stay up late and have movie marathons and cook offs, even their training was something he had truly missed. Mettaton was someone he loved and knew he never wanted to part with, but what he found himself yearning for was his family.

But that wasn't quite true either..

As he gazed into the purple eyes of his robotic boyfriend, he finally understood. He didn't just want his family. He wanted to start a family..

Papyrus' eye sockets flooded with tears while a wide grin nearly split his face in two, and he quickly pulled the metal man into a bone crushing embrace. Mettaton's eyes widened momentarily, but he wrapped his arms tightly around the skeleton and gave a hearty laugh, "My goodness, darling. I see you're already excited." Mettaton turned his head, eyeing the elder brother, "As soon as she wakes up, you can swing by the house. You always have a place with us, Sans. Don't forget that."

Sans nodded, giving the metal man a small smile. They definitely didn't start out on the right foot, but he was finding himself trusting the tin can more each day, especially when he made his brother smile like a lovesick puppy. He had to admit, seeing his brother so absorbed by happiness only made him hope that the two would remain that way forever. His thoughts quietly drifted off to the humans, silently praying that they would let the monsters have just a sliver of peace, but a feeling of foreboding washed over him, if the humans ever found out what he had done, there would never be peace for the monsters.

Chara and Flowey curled up on the new bed that the king had purchased. Finally it was long enough to accommodate her adult body, her legs no longer dangling off the tiny bed but instead resting comfortably on the mattress. She gave the others a parting goodnight, having been exhausted from the constant shifts of watching over Frisk. As the flower and human prepared for bed, the skeleton's and robot left. The monster couple said quiet farewells before heading home for the evening, leaving Sans alone in the hallway.

With a quiet sigh, he let a bony hand wipe across his face. He might have screwed up any chance of peace with the humans, and now he had no way to fix the issue since he needed to stay by his wife's side. Speaking of, he hurried down the hall, slipping into the King and Queen's room and crawling back into bed with his slumbering wife. Now all they needed to do was hope for the best and weather out the storm.