G's POV

After I had gotten out of the shower, I felt more sober. There was still a headache picking at me though... However, it was immediately pushed to the side when I saw her crying. Everything was. Frisk wasn't really a cryer... So when she did cry it.. Was important...

I felt a flow of anger that I hadn't felt in a very long time when she mentioned me leaving her for another woman. I understood that we were still young, and stupid, but I wanted to build my life with her... I suppose it was my fault for not telling her of my plans, I had only just gotten the idea to propose a few hours ago...

Only a few hours ago, yet it was all I could think about. Frisk and I were in our twenties, still so young... but... If I didn't tie her down to me then... Would somebody else do it instead? I supposed I understood her worry. Who was to say she wouldn't leave me? More anger.

Or.... Was that worry?

Frisk and I had been through so much... We had our faults, yes, but I couldn't seem to find a single reason she would leave. If she stuck with me for about three years with Papyrus and Flowey at our sides then... why leave? Right...? Unless of course she couldn't think of anywhere else to stay...

. . . . Now I was getting myself down....

And then she kissed me. All it took was a quick, emotional pep talk... She had adjusted herself in my lap so the kiss was smoother. Her lips were so, smooth.. As her hands wrapping around my neck, my left hand settled on her hip, Whereas my right had held the nape of her neck, deepening the kiss.

I'd been able to gain control of my blackouts as of recent, though when I was drunk, controlling my blackouts was like trying to tell a deaf, blind dog to sit. I was more sober than before but I could still feel a light buzz, which meant that I could've blacked out.

Which I suppose is exactly what happened, when I woke up with the sun shining through the bedroom window, right into my eyes. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that we'd had sex. She was naked, I was naked, and she was strung out across my chest. It just seemed to be an instinct of hers after we finished our sexual encounters. She would fall asleep on my chest. I still couldn't believe she found that comfortable..

After a moment of staying put, I gently moved her off of me without waking her. She seemed to stir for a minute but then she turned on her side and hugged a pillow. God she was cute... With a sigh, I stood, stretching out and popping my bones. I decided that for once, I'd cook for her. Two full years together and we were still surprising one another... heh

After a little while of cooking and humming to myself, a very sleepy Frisk wandered into the kitchen and sat on the kitchen island behind me. She was wrapped in a warm purple robe.

"Good morning" I cooed softly, smiling to myself.

She let out a yawn in response. "Bone boy cooks? For two years its strictly been me or paps doing the cooking and you can cook?"

Sparing a glance at her, I laughed at her narrowed eyes. And her hair was just the right amount of messy. "Had 'ta learn something while I was waiting there... " I replied.

She gave a soft chuckle and sighed, leaning forward slightly to look in the pan, I suppose it was to make sure I wasn't cooking garbage. I took the time to look at the damage that I'd caused to her this time. Damn blackouts... She was covers in dark love bites, and If I was correct I had broke skin on her shoulder and collarbone. I sighed.

"Why do you let me get so damn rough with you Frisk? Ya look like you were in a bar fight..."

She chuckled softly. "I was drunk too..."

"Still, even when I'm drunk and blacked out a simple 'no' would stop me..." I replied.

". . . You black out?"

Damnit...

I sighed. "Not uh... not every time, but yes... I do.."

"Since when sans? You never told me..."

"I know... I never told you cause I didn't wanna worry you... Which seems to be exactly what I did..."

She sighed. ". . . We'll uh... we'll deal with this later... I have.. News... I figured out what was going on.." she started. I knew what she meant..

"Well? Don't leave me hangin kiddo..." I said, glancing over in a slightly nervous anticipation.

". . . We're next in line for the throne..."

My eyes widened and I dropped the spatula. Next in line for the throne?! I wasn't ready to be a king! What about Asriel?! He was their son! Frisk wasn't even of the same heritage! How in the world were we supposed to pull off royalty???

"I... You... How?! What about Asriel?" I stuttered.

She sighed. "I asked them the same question... They said that because we're a human and monster couple that we are the only ones who can cause peace for the world.... They said we're the only hope.."

I sighed, plating the food and passing it to her. . I was speechless. How did it end up, that the two of us.. Two boneheads, Had the world's fate placed into their hands. How were we supposed to fix all this? What would we even have to do?

I sighed. "We're so fucked... "

". . . . You mean boned?" She said softly, chuckling.

I smiled and kissed her head. "And that's why I love you.."

. . . Perhaps we could do this. 

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