Chapter 19

                                    

                                          


                          
"SANS!" Papyrus shouted. "I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION!"
                          
Sans opened the door. It was late at night, so he was in his pajamas about to go to bed. "What are you doing out so late?" He yawned. "It must be pretty important."
                          
Frisk woke up from Papyrus's voice. She's a bit cranky from being woken up. Once she gets a place with Sans, they won't have to worry about awakenings like this.
                          
"UNDYNE TOLD ME TO ASK YOU THIS!" Papyrus exclaimed. "I THOUGHT DELIVERING BABIES WAS THROUGH MAIL, BUT I WAS WRONG! HOW IS A BABY DELIVERED?!"
                          
Sans's eyes widened. "She did?" He nervously tried to think of an answer. "Uhh...babies are a little too big to put them in the mail. You could almost say that question is...the elephant in the womb!" Sans winked.
                          
"KRIS ISN'T AN ELEPHANT!" Papyrus huffs "SANNNNSSSS!!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!"
                          
"I didn't say Kris was an elephant!" Sans said with a laugh. "The womb is what the baby lives in until they're born! That makes it a good opportunity for a pun."
                          
"WHAT IS A WOMB? HOW ARE THEY EVEN DELIVERED?!" Papyrus groaned in confusion.
                          
"A womb is kind of like...a sleeping bag for the baby while it grows!" He found Papyrus's reactions entertaining. "Which means that the baby is in Kris's stomach until they're big enough to come out."
                          
Papyrus groans. "I GIVE UP! BABIES IN BELLIES MAKE NO SENSE! IT'S LIKE SHE ATE THEM!" 
                          
Frisk kept snickering at this point.
                          
"WHEN WILL YOU GUYS HAVE A BABY?!" Papyrus doesn't realize how awkward that question is. "I WANT TO BE AN UNCLE! NYEHEHEH!"
                          
Frisk buried her flustered head underneath the pillow, leaving that up to Sans to answer.
                          
"That's a personal question, Paps." Sans covered his face with his hoodie. "We will when we decide the time is right."
                          
"I SEE." Papyrus decided to stop. Asking led him nowhere. "I LOOK FORWARD TO THAT DAY! GOOD NIGHT!" He ran off and slammed the door to his bedroom.
                          
Frisk didn't move at all still as Sans was heading back to bed.
                          
He crawled into the bed beside her. "Frisk, are you blushing?"
                          
Frisk was making flustered noises from underneath her pillow. She had malfunctioned.
                          
"Heheh. Cute." Sans     grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Well, I'm going to sleep."
                          
"Ok."     Frisk is wide awake now. Her thoughts are everywhere.
                          
Ugh. Sleep     already...
                          
"Are you going     to sleep too?" He asked.
                          
"Trying     to." She nervously giggled.
                          
"Oh.     Sorry." He chuckled and closed his eyes.
                          
"You're not     keeping me up." She commented. "I just can't seem to sleep now,     is all."
                          
He looked at her     again. "What's the matter?"
                          
Papyrus caught them     both off guard with the kids topic. Thinking about that kind of stuff makes     Frisk nervous, but also shy. Nervous because of the technology down here. It kind of scares     her a bit with the lack of resources compared to the surface. She has mixed     feelings. Yet, she does want to have one as well. She hopes she doesn't     have terrible morning sickness like Kris has.
                          
More so, her shyness     overtook her. "It's ok. I-it's nothing."
                          
"Are you sure?"     He asked. "It doesn't sound like nothing."