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After being brought back to life, Clover found themself living with Martlet. Staying with her for a few weeks now has been… interesting, to say the least. But, they had also never felt more at home than they did now. Ceroba and Starlo came to visit quite often, considering everyone lives in the same neighborhood. Plus, since school was out for winter break, Frisk could come over and have an all day hangout session with Clover!
Getting to play with Frisk all day was a blast for the two. Chara and Asriel decided to go over to Monster Kid’s house to hang, leaving just the two of them by themselves. Unfortunately, a rather bad snowstorm came out of nowhere, bad enough that it would be dangerous for them to play outside. Phoning Toriel, she and Martlet decided it would be best to have Frisk stay the night, rather than risking either of the two Monsters by driving out in such bad weather.
Of course, the two humans were immensely excited about this! Eating junk food! Playing games! The two of them had a BLAST! But, as it was waning into the long hours of the night, Martlet told the both of them to get ready for bed. Frisk took the guest bedroom while Martlet tucked in Clover. Wrapping the Human in their multitude of cowboy themed blankets, she gently brushed their hair. “Goodnight Clover.” She said, petting Clover’s messy hair one last time, before turning off the lights and heading out the door.
Letting out a big yawn, Clover sleepily replied, “Night Mom.”
Stopping at the door, Marlet spun her head around. “Wait, Clover, did you just…?” Quickly realizing what they had accidently said, Clover’s eyes shot up.
“Sorry, I…I meant goodnight Martlet.” They corrected themselves, embarrassed, and with a hint of trepidation.
Nervously stepping across the room, Martlet kneeled down next to the bed. “Hey, um…” She struggled for words. “You don’t have to be sorry about that Clover.” She said hesitantly. “If you want to- and of course this is completely up to you, since I don’t want to force you to say this or anything-” Stopping her word jumble she slapped a feathered hand to her forehead. “I’m rambling again aren't I?” She sighed, focusing back onto Clover. “Look what I’m trying to say is that, if you want to, you call me….mom.”
Clover, still looking sheepishly at the bird monster, felt a lump form in their throat. Heart pounding in their chest, they dared to meet the others' eyes, allowing a small bit of hope to enter into them. “Are…are you sure?”
Marlet, unable to help herself, leaned down, wrapping her feathered arms around the small human, enveloping Clover in a warm hug the likes of which their favorite cowboy blankets never could. “Of course I’m sure Clover! I’d be happy if you called me… Mom.” A few tears escaped from the human, letting them fall silently, only to have Martlet comfortingly wipe them away and hold them tightly. The two of them remained like that for what felt like an eternity.
A loud yawn from Clover was what broke the embrace, as Martlet gently placed them back under their blankets. With a peck on the forehead goodnight, she left the room with a huge smile on her face that just could not be contained. ‘ Mom…They called me Mom! Ohh gosh! Am I really ready to be a Mom? Heck, I didn’t even make it out as a royal guard! But now as a mom???? Walking down the hallway and into her own room, she shook her head, feeling a new sense of determination flow over her. NO ! I have to do this! I WANT to do this! I’ll be Clover’s mom, and I’ll be the best mom there ever was !’
Instead of going to sleep, (like she planned ), Martlet sat at her desk and got to writing. ‘Mom Plan 1’ she promptly wrote down, brainstorming on all the things she would need to do as a mom.
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Meanwhile, Frisk was finding it difficult to fall asleep. Living with two siblings meant they were used to sharing a room with Asriel and Chara. But now sleeping alone like this became utterly impossible. After what felt like at least an hour of tossing and turning, Frisk sat up on the bed, a look of frustration across their face. Looking around the room, all they could make out was the four dark corners and ceiling.
Stepping out of bed with a pillow in hand the human gathered the determination to open the door and brave the dark hallway. With a hand on the side of the wall, Frisk made the short walk over to Clover’s room. Quickly reaching their destination, Frisk quietly turned the knob, entering into the room as silently as they possibly could.
Taking small footsteps, they crept over to the lone bed,where a sizable lump under the covers could be seen. Noticing how the other was quietly snoring and not awake, as Frisk had feared, gave them the courage to cross the rest of the way. Standing next to the bed, Frisk took a deep breath, reaching out and gently shaking Clover’s shoulder.
One shake…
Two shakes…
Three shakes…
And then finally, lucky number four was what rose Clover from their slumber. Eyes squinting as they adjusted to the dark, they made out a dark form hovering over them. “Clover?” Frisk quietly questioned. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
With Frisk identifying themselves, Clover slowly rubbed their tired eyes. “F..Frisk?” They mumbled. “What time is it?”
Sheepishly moving from side to side, Frisk responded. “A bit past midnight?”
“Did you have a bad dream?” The laying human asked.
“No.” Frisk denied, squirming slightly in embarrassment. “I just… kinda, don’t wanna sleep alone…” Frisk admitted.
Shuffling about, Clover pulled their covers to the side, scooting over to the other side of the bed. “Yeah, we can sleep together.”
Nodding in appreciation, although they doubted Clover could see it, Frisk put their pillow down on the bed and got in. With the covers pulled over the two, a comfortable silence settled in the room. Frisk found themself subtly scooting a bit closer to Clover, to the point where they were shoulder to shoulder.
“Hey Clover?” Frisk whispered out, breaking the silence.
“Yeah?” Clover asked.
“Can we hold hands?” Clover looked over at Frisk, a faint blush cascading their cheeks.
“I mean, if you want to?” They responded, trying to keep their heart beating steadily. With a shaky hand, Clover reached out, intertwining their hand with Frisk’s equally warm one. A few minutes pass as the two keep laying there in silence both hand in hand.
But embarrassment was eventually put to the side as sleep took precedent. Cheeks still slightly flushed, Clover was ready to welcome the nocturnal slumber again, until Frisk whispered out, breaking the silence one final time. “Did I make you embarrassed, cowboy .”
“Frisk!” They whisper out. “Cut it out.”
“Cute.” Frisk giggled at Clover in response.
“Frisk, no.”
“Frisk, yes.”