An entire month had passed of you three trying to learn as much as possible about babies, pregnancies, birth, all that wonderful stuff that you were going to be putting yourself through. Papyrus flinched as the three of you watched a birthing video that was very... reassuring... yeah. "oh shit, oh shit it's actually gonna be coming out your- shit!" Sans didn't stay very long. Papyrus long since covered his sockets, not wanting to watch the process and you were pale as fucking Napstablook out of fear. "Oh shit, is it really gonna hurt that much..?" You've tried painful suicide attempts before, but you'd still be alive after this. You weren't sure if you wanted to be. A gloved hand touched yours and your gaze flicked from the tv to his phalanges touching yours to his face. Unlike the video, he did look reassuring. "IT WILL BE OK, [Y/N], YOU WON'T BE ALONE AND THERE'S THINGS THAT CAN BE DONE TO MAKE THE PROCESS EASIER ON YOU." A slight blush formed on your cheeks. "O-oh.. yeah ok.. we should definitely look into them.." You muttered, confused as to why you were getting flustered. Hormones maybe?

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You only just started to feel the symptoms that came with pregnancy. You didn't like it one bit. The sickness, the tenderness, the exhaustion, your stupidly small bladder. You fucking hated it. "THE BOOK SAID THIS WAS NORMAL. SINCE YOU REALLY DIDN'T SHOW SYMPTOMS THE FIRST MONTH, IT MAKES SINCE YOU'D HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF SOMETHING THIS MONTH." Papyrus informed you, letting you know it was normal. After a moment, you did recall reading something about that and groaned. "Living it is so much worse.." You complained. "NYEH HEH... YOU COMPLAIN A LOT." Papyrus mused. "No shit Sherlock." Papyrus gave you a confused look and opened his mouth to ask who Sherlock was, but thought better of it. "APPARENTLY BY THE THIRD MONTH THE CHILD WILL BE DEVELOPING IT'S OWN REPRODUCTIVE PARTS. SANS OR I COULD PROBABLY CHECK THEM AND INFORM YOU OF IT'S GENDER?" Something you all decided on collectively, you would not be going to Alphys. She was too mad to do things like ultrasounds. None of you trusted her. "Mmm, that does sound nice.. we could start thinking names and stuff."
"W-WE..?" Papyrus stuttered. "Yeah, we. You guys are helping me so you should have a say too." You replied, making Papyrus blush. "O-OH OK.."

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You smacked Sans hand away before he could poke the ever so slowly growing baby bump. "Check it or leave it, Sans." The Skeleton grumbled incoherently. "i think i'll let papyrus do that. i'm gonna go ta grillby's while ya do yer mushy love stuff." You blinked, head snapping to Sans. "Excuse me?" Sans gave you a sharp toothed grin. "ya didn't notice? th' poor guy's so helplessly head over heels fer you an' th' kid, and he's got no idea. do me a favor an' go easy on him, yeah?" Before you could comment, Sans disappeared in a flash of magic. The timing was amazing really, because right after, Papyrus came downstairs from getting dressed. "SHALL WE SEE THE BABY'S STATS THEN?" Could you let him in? After the last one? After your ex? "Yeah. Let's see." He looked oddly giddy, different from the looks you'd gotten from your ex. "... IT'S A BOY, HIS STATS SAY THAT HE IS MALE!" So different. But you knew. "A boy.." That over the months. "Papyrus..." You'd fallen for him too. "Would you take the place of his father?"