After they ate some mac-n-cheese, which Temmie adored, they played a few games and all around had a good time. When it came time for bed, Sans picked up Temmie. She looked at him curiously.

“It’s time for bed.” Sans stated matter-of-factly.

“I am tired, but I’ll leave…”

“Nope! Stay here, with me!” Sans interrupted, smiling at her. He tried to make it sound like she could decline but with the human due to come in Snowdin in a few days, he didn’t want the small creature out of his sight. Temmie looked at him, surprised.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep!” Sans walked up the stairs and into his room. His eye lit up as he quickly put the alcohol in its proper place and pulled out a mini mattress from when Papyrus was a babybones from his closet. “It isn’t much but considering the short notice, it’s the best I can do.”

“It’s fine.” Temmie looked happy as Sans set it down near his bed. He pulled out some blankets and laid them out on the bed neatly, then tucked Temmie in.

“There!” Sans smiled and shut off the light, crawling into bed. Soon Temmie’s breath evened out. Sans stared at the wall to his right. He never felt comfortable on his back because it squished his wings. He silently sat up and levitated a bottle of whiskey to himself, dimming the light blue glow of his magic so that it wouldn’t wake Temmie. He downed it quickly. Looking down at Temmie, he smiled. He was an omega, a male who could bear children. Papyrus was a known alpha, a dominate male, but everyone thought Sans was a beta, a non-dominate male. As an omega, he often had cases where his motherly instincts would kick in. Omega’s were rare and if found were pined after until they chose a mate. He was sure that’s why he was being so fiercely protective of Temmie, being part Angel must have also added to it.

Sans wanted to release his illusion magic but he didn’t want to risk it. It could prove bad, he would only reveal himself if he had to. He put the bottle in a special trash can that he would burn with his magic later, he was a pyromaniac, it came with his Nightmare side. He laid down and stared at the wall again. A minute later Sans heard a gasp from Temmie and he closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He heard a rustle of blankets and felt the bed dip slightly. A paw nudged his arm and he opened his eyes and turned his head.

“C-can I sleep with you?” Temmie looked as if something had startled her really badly. In response, he opened the blankets to her. Even in the dark he could see her bright smile, both Nightmares and Angels could see in the dark. She curled up to his chest. Sans put down the blanket and wrapped his arms around her, not sleeping himself until he heard Temmie’s soft breathing.

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In the morning, Sans woke up and made waffles. Serving up himself and Temmie a plate. Temmie’s tail wagged.

“Thanks Mom!” Temmie’s eyes went wide and she clamped her paws over her mouth. Sans looked at her in surprise before laughing.

“It looks like you found your new nickname for me.” Temmie put down her paws.

“You don’t mind, if I call you Mom?” Sans shook his head with a grin, he had accepted long ago that he would one day be called a mom, Temmie smiled.