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“I wasn’t even expecting it the first time around.”
A hand pressed to her forehead, her smile small, but undeniably, quietly, happy. She had those who considered her a mother on set; a few toons who were missing a maternal figure in their lives. She was pushed into the role, at first, resenting it, but eventually growing to love it. She’d thought about children of her own, one day, but it wasn’t something she expected.
Let alone with Sans.
Her hand landed on top of his, nose twitching in response to his touch.
Sans had cured a lot of loneliness when he came along. Lola still wasn’t used to having someone consistent in her life. Going from a one, to a two. Now, there would be a three along for the ride. And even if she and Sans happened to part ways — she would still be a mother. Thinking of only herself wouldn’t suffice anymore.
“Ha — you kiddin’? No. Wasn’t sure if I was delusional or really feelin’ all these symptoms, anyway…”
Goodness, names… there was so much to do.
“Wouldn’t be opposed if you had anything in mind. Y’know, for a name. Your kiddo, too, heh.” The bunny gave a rib bone a playful poke, before reaching to cup his cheek in her palm. Despite her happiness, she wanted to make sure it was shared.
“Sans… you’re… excited, right? Or… happy? Maybe?”
Anything? He could be hard to read. Even though she knew him well, now — Lola wanted to make sure.
“W-well, yeah...” The skeleton balked. Hesitancy written in every seam of his clothes-- and perhaps even engraved to the bones in his body. “I mean, was expecting somethin’ like that as much as you were.” Which-- wasn’t much at all. “I guess it’ll take some time for it to, uh, sink in... y’know?”
Though the skeleton heartily believed Lola wouldn’t have gone so far as to find herself another man with him in her life, the question remained: was the child truly his? Who else could it have been? Every vestige of pregnancy marked positive on paper and test, but none of it had managed to breach the walls of his mind quite yet.
Unlikely of him to leave the bunny on her own to raise the young when her kind paired for life and he, had committed himself to her. Body and soul. And even if those children belonged to someone else... present circumstances begged for some semblance of a family, and Sans, to the best of his ability, would try to offer them one.
“Tell ya the truth, I, uh, didn’t really think skeletons were, uh, fertile.” Slumping down on his seat right beside the bunny, Sans shifted spectral lights skywards and tipped back his skull against the couch’s backrest. “Bit difficult to process otherwise when I’ve gone so long thinking I wasn’t capable of that. I mean, it makes sense... right? My cock’s magical. In all technicalities, I’m an eunuch.” Despite everything, he still found it in himself to pull a joke or two regarding the matter. “...but, uh, here we are. It might sink in tomorrow. Or maybe the, uh, kid will be born, and I’ll still hardly believe I’m not dreamin’ or somethin’.”
Or maybe stuck in yet another matrix of a timeline he had no control over for that matter.











