-Chapter Eighteen-
Three months had passed since Frisk had been released from the hospital, and things had changed. Everyone now know knew what happened to Frisk, and all treated her with almost unbearable kindness. The twins had grown, and were now scooting around everywhere. Frisk had grown as well, but outwards.
Toriel and Asgore had decided that the house was getting crowded, especially with another little one on the way. After talking it over with everyone, it was decided that Sans and Jojo would get an apartment in the town and come around to help when needed. Also, another two rooms and a bathroom were built (thankfully not by Asgore) off the edge of the house, cutting the backyard smaller. The rooms were still kind of under construction, but they were livable.
Chara sighed happily, stroking Frisk's hair. The early September sunlight shone through the window, filling the room with warmth. Frisk was sleeping, her book laying on her chest. Chara was about to doze off when she heard a little tap on her door. She slowly got up, careful not disturb Frisk. She opened the door to Terri sitting there, patting the door.
"K! Ahh! Ahh!"
Chara reached down to pick her up, smiling at the baby's attempt to say her name. She hopped down, bouncing Terri with each step. The baby giggled, chewing on her shirt collar. She rocked Terri, memories swirling.
Chara shut the hospital room door quietly. Frisk was sitting there, and she jumped when Chara walked in.
Chara sighed,"So, are you?"
"Y-yeah. How did you know?"
"I worked it out."
"Oh, Chara! I'm so scared! I don't know what I'll do!"
"Hey, it's fine. Everything will be fine. And you know what we'll do? We'll go with it. Whatever happens, we will be fine. We will be together no matter what, and nothing can go wrong with the two of us. We saved the whole Underground, remember?"
"Ha ha. Chara, I love you."
"And I love you, Frisk."
"Oh, hey Chara!"
"Huh? Oh, hello mom."
"Did Terri climb the stairs again? I can't get her to stop. Come here, you little furball."
Chara handed her over. Toriel blinked, concern listing her gaze.
"How's Frisk? I haven't seen her all afternoon."
"She's sleeping. I'm fixing to move some of our stuff to the new room."
"Oh! Speaking of rooms, all the baby stuff we ordered came in today. You two could decorate the room, if you wake Frisk."
"Okay! I'm sure she'll want to."
Chara headed upstairs, pushing the door open. She tiptoed to the bed, lightly tracing the lines of Frisk's face. She stirred, blinking her eyes.
"Wha? What's happening?"
"Do you want to go decorate the baby's room?"
Frisk leapt up, filled with energy,"Of course! Let's go!"
She was downstairs in an instant, Chara followed her quickly. They entered the room. Toriel had brought about eight boxes of baby stuff and stacked it in the middle of the room. Chara opened the first box, and it had about three containers of a light purple paint that the two adored. Chara pulled one out.
"I suppose we should do this first."
And so they painted. They had finished one wall when a devious plan formed in Chara's mind. She 'tripped' and smeared paint on the back of the old overalls Frisk was wearing. She spun around, shock clear on her face. Then she smiled.
"I see how it is. Watch your back, Chara."
Chara snickered and turned back to the wall, running the brush down a strip of white. Suddenly, she felt a cool wetness on her cheek, and she saw Frisk poking her in the face with the brush. Chara growled playfully and spun around, pinning Frisk on the wall.
"So you want to play that game, huh?"
Frisk giggled,"You know it!"
With that, she pulled Chara closer, leaning in. Chara leaned in as well, and a moment before contact, Frisk smirked and dodged out of Chara's grasp.
"Hey! That's cheating!"
"No it's not~"
Chara darted after her, catching her as she tried to turn.
"My turn, Frisky."
Frisk raised an eyebrow,"Frisky? Is that a thing now?"
"Only for me, love."
Frisk giggled, and Chara leaned in, meeting Frisk. They kissed for a few moments before Frisk gently bit Chara's lip. She teasingly denied, and Frisk tightened her grip on Chara's arm. Frisk repeated her ask for entry, and this time Chara obliged. Frisk ran her hands through Chara's hair as they fought for control. Frisk won, and she eagerly took the advantage. Chara moaned as they broke apart, panting.
Chara bent down and kissed Frisk's neck, slowly working her way up until Frisk squealed. She licked slightly, earning another round of moans. Chara stepped back, satisfied that she had left Frisk red faced and shocked.
"Come along, darling. We still have to finish painting, you know."
Frisk smiled,"Oh, you're not getting away that easily."
She pounced, once again pinning Chara to the wall. She held back a moan as Frisk brushed her lips along her neck. Her eyes widened and she moaned as Frisk suddenly sucked on the spot. Her face flushed a bright red as her soul appeared in front of her. Frisk pulled back, smirking.
"Well then, darling, I suppose we better get back to painting~"
Chara sighed, pouting playfully,"Aww. I was having fun."
"Well, I guess we can continue."
They kissed again, each embracing the other. Time seemed to stop, nothing mattered except right here and right now. Things were just getting heated up, someone cleared their throat from the doorway.
The two jumped apart, blushing. Asriel stood there, an expression of awkwardness and amusement written on his face. He rolled his eyes, nodding slightly, as if her was saying , if you must, carry on.
"Um, mom sent me to tell you that there's pie, if you want any. But, I can go tell her y'all are busy, if you want me too."
The two vigorously shook their heads and followed Asriel in silent embarrassment.
Asriel you metaphorical cockblock. You take after your mother, don't you. Eh. It's kinda short, sorry. But, ya' know, school. Hnnnnnnnnnnnn ;~;. I'll try to update again this weekend, if I can. Also, HOLY CARP ALMOST 3k ALREADY!! WHAAAAAT?? I looked at the number of reads, and the prologue has 384 reads!!?! I started this less than two months ago! You guys are the best <33
Also, that pic is SO cute. My fave Charisk pic so far.
Frisky Frisk is frisky. Right Chara?
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