The only thing that had made the last twelve hours of hell worth it, was the extremely tiny bonelette in her arms. Labor was a pain pun intended, she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to go through another twenty-seven months of carrying and however long it took for a child to get there.

"He's so tiny.. so small.. with how big I as i thought he'd be bigger," Harry said gently kissing his tiny perfect skull, the baby was making adorable chirping noises in his sleep.

"He's perfect, like like his mama," Gaster said kissing his mates forehead, he'd watched fascinated as she'd fed him liquid magic from her breasts earlier.

"We're not the last anymore... I just hope there are more so this little one will find a mate some day... well whenever he old enough anyway," she grinned, as there species aged slow.

"From the books, he'll have enough magic in a few days to identify his font name. It won't be like finding your one love, as you were in a bad shape s your magic went to everything first," Gaster said taking a few more pictures, he made sure the flash was off. One with flash had been enough, his son had cried and his mate pissed at him.

"Good, calling him baby for months would be silly," she snorted, then winced at how much that hurt.

"Rest love, you did a hard thing today," Gaster said softly, taking in how dim her eye lights were from exhaustion.

"A few more moments Gaster, its as if my soul is singing. I have a family.. not just you.. a child.. something I never thought I'd have," she said softly.

"We have all the time in eternity," Gaster replied and cuddled up to his mate and child.

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"Snas?" Asriel said clapping, fully fascinated by the small skeleton monster held by aunty Ry.

"That's right Azzy, Sans... my Comic Sans," Harry said pleased the two got along, or as well as a month old bonelette and a toddler could.

"He's certainly adorable," Toriel said adjusting Asriel in her arms, so her son wouldn't try to poke at Sans again.

"I hope he stays that way, Gaster hopes he gets my hair," she grinned nuzzling his tiny skull, Sans yawned making his happy chirping sounds.

"You seem happier, you seemed so lost the first time we met," Toriel told her.

"There was many reasons, now.. this may be a strange question but they ever discover who.. well spikes our drinks that day?" Harry asked, she's never got closure on that.

The queen of monster kind made a face, but she answered,

"A goat monster but not boss type was obsessed with Asgore, boss monster of our type cannot breed with non boss monster goat types. Any resulting pregnancy would kill the carrier and baby. Or if female, kill the soulling," Toriel explained softly.

"I'm guessing she was planning to seduce there way into his bed, and marry him with child?" Harry asked disgusted, some things were the same between monsters and humans behaviour.

"Indeed, they... killed themselves when caught, Asgore never even met this person before, they were a maid in another part of the castle he never went to. He grieves and rages on this monster, rages over what they tried and the side effects on our lives no matter how we celebrate our children and grieves a life wasted," Toriel completed, still angry this monster had escaped justice.

"I wonder what would have happened if they faced the Judge," Harry hummed, as a Judge needed Karma magic usually for there job.

"We'll never know, but... I would like to know what alcohol they used to spike our drinks," Toriel said a bit cheerfully.

"Why?" Harry asked giving Toriel a strange look.

Toriel told her exactly why, Harry's face blushed green like her magic.