When Grillby often looked at Papyrus, he didn’t see the lanky skeleton he had become. Instead, he often saw a tiny tot in too big boots, cackling as he waddled quickly away from a chasing sans. He saw a child that cried easily when he found out that flowers died in winter, and laughed just as easily when sans lifted him in the air.

Honestly, Grillby never really figured Papyrus would grow up, at least in his eyes…and sans’.

Grillby had gotten home late. It was storming out, snow storming that is,with loud thunder and hail smacking their windows. How he had gotten home right before it was a miracle, but he had done it. The lights were out, meaning both brothers had gone to bed. It still felt a bit odd to consider the house as his home now, as he and sans had been married only for a few months.

Grillby stretched, hanging his coat on the hook marked with a drawing of a bright orange flame and “GRILLBYS ONLY” on it. He kept his shoes down here tonight; no way he was going to make it into the bar tomorrow.

He sighed, his sparks dulling slightly as he made his way to his and sans’ room.

What he saw made his whole being warm…well warmer.

Papyrus, who was now a good head and shoulders above his brother, was curled up with sans on the bed. Sans, wearing his fluffy sleep pants, was snoring away with his face smushed against Paps’ neck, while Paps sniffled slightly in his sleep.

Either a bad dream, or the storm did it, but either way Grillby snuck a quick picture, ‘aww'ed about it for a good five minutes, before gathering his sleep pants and heading to change.

Grillby hung up his clothes in the closet, before sliding behind sans in the bed. He sighed, and curled up, before wrapping his arm gingerly around sans’ ribs.

Sans grumbled something, rotating his head sleepily to his husband. “hey. How’s it going?”

Grillby chuckled, then motioned at Papyrus. “It was a nice night, however it seems Papyrus had a tough time?”

sans sighed before cuddling closer, making sure to keep his hand drumming a rhythm on Paps’ back. “eh, he got concerned about you because it started to snow, then nearly burst into tears because you were late…”

sans sighed. “then he DID burst into tears. It’s been a night.”

Grillby nuzzled the back of sans’ head. “Sorry love, wish I’d been here sooner.”

sans made a humming noise, before rolling his head back at Grillby. “you took a picture of us didn’t you.”

“It’s going right next to the picture of you two cooking spaghetti together. Adorable.”

Grillby chuckled, muffling it into the pillow so as not to awaken Papyrus.

Sans groaned, before looking back at Paps, sighing. “well, glad you’re back anyway. Hope it wasn’t too wet for you.”

Grillby huffed slightly, before answering “It wasn’t as…*sigh* 'ice’ as I thought.”

He could imagine the stars in sans’ eyes as his husband tried to muffle his laughter. “oh asgore that was a nice one, grillbz! Remind me of it tomorrow, I wanna see paps’ face!”

Grillby nodded sleepily, his edging of his fire dimming slightly to a dull light. “Mm of course love. Night.”

“night…”