As time went on and 'winter' in Snowdin started, a feeling started to blossom within you. You didn't know what it was, but it was comfortable and nice and grew when you were around Grillby. You weren't sure how to react. "[Y/N], boys. How would you like to come home with me tonight? There's supposed to be a extremely harsh storm tonight." Said fire monster explained. "storm? what's that?" Sans asked. You tried to think of the words to explain a snow storm. Grillby beat you to it. "A storm is an irratic weather pattern that can bring harm if you're caught in one. My house is better suited to holding up in a storm than the bar. That is why I would like you to come with me."
"S'ORM BAD?" Grillby put a hand on both boys heads. You longed for that too. "Not always. If we had rainstorms in Snowdin, you could play in the puddles." You flicked an ear. The feeling swelled, seeing Grillby's gentle nature towards the boys. "Bundle up. We are going to Grillby's house." You decided. Storms in Snowdin, from what you could remember, were harsh. They could freeze a monster to death in a minute if you weren't careful.

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Grillby carried Sans while you carried Papyrus. You smiled gently as Sans asked questions and Grillby answered them. "SNOW!" The young skeleton repeated for the umpteenth time. "Yes, yes. Snow all over, Papy."
"NYEH HEH HEH! SNOW! SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!" On and on it went. You didn't mind. You were glad he was learning. "Papyrus, can you say my name?" You asked, curious on his pernunciation. Papyrus looked you dead in the eye and yelled as loud as his tiny, nonexistent lungs would allow. "MAMA!" You froze midstep. You stared at Papyrus, then looked to Grillby who looked just startled as you felt. Then you looked to Sans, who was giving Papyrus a thumbs up, but quickly hid it. Papyrus continued to repeat the word that.. warmed your soul. "MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA!" You snuggled the small skeleton. "Papy.." You started moving again. "y-you're not mad?" Sans asked. "Why would I be? I'm actually very, extremely happy that you started this." Sans sighed in relief. "i wasn't sure, cause the creator was really mad when i accidentally called him dad-" He shut up immediately, skull tucking into Grillby. "I'll be your mama if you wish.

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Grillby opened the door to a nice little cabin. The wind was really picking up and you were glad to get the boys and yourself out of the cold. "The kitchen is just in there. There are bedrooms upstairs and a bathroom." Grillby gave a quick tour after putting Sans down. "Excuse me, I need to lock up the shed and basement." The fire monster rushed back outside. Sans wandered to a green couch, boosting himself up. You put Papyrus down and he waddled over to the couch. "SA'S! UP UP!" The older gladly gave the younger up up. You took off your duster and fedora as Grillby came back in. "You can put those in the closet. Better yet I'll take them off your hands." Grillby took them from you before you could resist. "Get comfortable, [Y/N]." You shook your head and went to your son's, picking up the remote to the TV. It's been a long time since you worked a TV. You'd figured it out pretty quickly, without the use of insight. You put a movie on for the boys and went to help Grillby in the kitchen.

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Midway through making spaghetti the lights went out. The wind howled and Papyrus wailed in fear. "I've got them." You located your boys through scent, hugging them close. "Shh, shh the power simply went out. It's ok.." While you did that, Grillby brought candles in, setting them around the place. "That was a bit unexpected. I should have checked the power box while I was in the basement. I'm sorry. I do hope you don't mind a candle lit dinner." You shook your head. "Not at all. Boys?" Sans piped up immediately. "can we eat on the couch? i, uh, feel safer here."
"That's fine Sans." That meant I'd just be you and Grillby at the table.. you gave Sans a pleading stare. He smiled back innocently. You internally groaned. What was so scary about Grillby anyway? Your soul pulsed at the thought of just you and Grillby making you feel nervous and excited for some reason. Grillby brought in plates. "If you could try not to make a mess, that'd be much appreciated, but I understand if you do." They were children, after all.

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You and Grillby sat in silence at first. The dimly lit area had you soul in a frenzy that you couldn't understand, making conversation a little difficult for you. "How does it feel to be a parent?" Grillby finally asked. "Um.. well I never really thought they'd see me that way.. it's nice though."
"Sans has been calling you mom for quite awhile now. I caught in a few weeks after you'd moved into the bar. I thought it was sweet."
"You are sweet." You said before you could stop yourself. You looked away quickly while his flames went pink. "W-well thank you.. um.. [Y/N]. I was wondering if you'd like to.. uh.. to move in with me.. you can have my room and the boys can have the guest bedroom." You shook you head immediately. "I am not taking your room, I'll take the couch."
"Please, [Y/N], I insist."
"Fine, why don't we share your room." You snapped you muzzle shut and held it there for a solid minute while Grillby blushed harshly. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I'm sick."

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I recovered, my worry taking over my flusteredness. (Is that even a word?) "Sick? Sick how?"
"My soul.. has been making me feel.. not myself. Needy for affection. Warm and tingly. Making me say stupid things too, as you just witnessed." She explained with uncertainty. She wasn't sick, she was in love. With me. A warm laugh bubbled up from me. "You aren't sick, I promise." She feels the same way towards me as I feel towards her! "You're in love." I can help her. "How do I make it stop?"
"We get together, I'd guess. Show affection towards each other." I rose from my seat. "A-affection..? As in..?" I lifted his [S/F/C] muzzle and kissed it. "Things like that.." That was so nice, my soul was screaming for more. Apparently hers was too, because she pulled me in again.