Martha was excited for today. She rather enjoyed hosting events at her home. Having her prepare food, expecting so many nice visitors for a nice hour or two of pleasant conversation they could all relate to. School, chores, the troubles of being a parent.

And, of course, bragging about her and her husband's perfect marriage. She was the perfect stay-at-home mother while he worked his typical office job. Martha was the best spouse on the street. It was an afterthought, yes, but that fact alone brought her great pride. She adored showing off the years of effort she made to build this family, and showing off her work was her pride and joy.

The weather didn't allow for them to go outside, sadly, as the February weather never really was consistent. But her dining room had more than enough space for them to enjoy a perfect brunch.

And she was rather eager to finally know that skeleton and his supposed husband. She never really saw them around, it was worrying. People quickly spoke about the possible abuse, and who could blame them? He looked so small and frail when he answered, and their close neighbors accounted for the several times they heard angry screaming coming from their house in the late hours of the night. She didn't want to assume anything, but it was worrying. So that's why she visited his house a little earlier before her brunch party, to ensure he was coming.

The skeleton arrived just on time. Carrying some food just like everyone else had brought, and behind him stood a human man wearing a face mask.

"Ah, hello!" Martha said with a bright smile.

Sans was wearing a somewhat nicer hoodie and was holding a bowl of potato salad. A typical choice. She had two more already inside. Not that she could blame him, they were practically strangers. And his husband seemed to be wearing a plain shirt with -

Oh, okay. She could see why he seemed not too eager to dress up, because he had muscles for days. Not overly buff, but she could see he worked out. His shoulders were rather defined, his brown fluffy hair swept to the side by wind, and though he was pale, it went well with his overall look.

The guy was taking care of himself. This skeleton struck lucky.

"Hello, I... I'm Toby," He had said, outstretching an arm to shake hers. "I'm his husband."

"I'm Martha," She said, firmly shaking his calloused hand. "I can't believe we've been neighbors for months and never interacted - oh, sorry, come in, come in!"

Martha never was one to try and take the spotlight. For her, no one deserved it at her brunches. Everyone should get an equal footing. But these two men practically took it when they stepped inside. As if suddenly realizing Sans might be at risk of tripping because of his short height, Toby's hand jerked out in front of him. And Sans effortlessly grasped onto it, using his hand to gently hoist himself fully into her home. Toby glanced down at the contact, and the two shared a look into each other's eyes.

How romantic!

"I'm sorry, I... I've been busy with - erk - things," Toby said, giving a nervous chuckle.

Ah, that explained the slight stutter earlier. The poor man had Tourettes. Her sister's wife did, and she knew the tics were typically worse under high emotions. He must be anxious about making a first good impression.

"There's no need for you to explain yourselves, honestly I apologize for not quelling the rumors quicker, that's my fault," She said, "I can tell already you guys are just peachy. Why don't we go start up our brunch now?"

Martha let out a soft smile as she led them toward her dining room. She never did go easy on the food whenever she had brunches, and she was guaranteed to impress these two. Crepes, pancakes, cinnamon rolls, banana bread, you name it. All perfectly spread out across the table as a delectable sight indeed.

Her other guests were all already seated, having arrived a bit earlier. Rosie, Emma, and Monty. Leaving two open seats across the table and one at the head of...

She forgot a chair at the head of the table. Oh no. How did she...

Martha couldn't believe this. She hadn't noticed she miscounted. And Toby had already sat down. Oh, dear. This was such a rookie mistake.

And before she could even begin to give an excuse, Sans took one look around the table and shrugged before hopping right onto Toby's lap.

"No problem for me," He said nonchalantly.

Rosie covered her hand and squealed from across the table, while Martha quickly covered her blushing cheeks. That was adorable. And Toby's response just made it even better! His face went bright red, stuttering as his shoulder awkwardly rolled up and down. Despite being married, they still were going through their honeymoon phase.

"Sans, I thought we... we were saving that for later!" Toby said quickly.

Oh dear mother of god. Martha could only quickly scamper to her chair before Toby realized what he had said. When he did though, both his and Sans' faces turned into bright blushes like everyone else's at the table.

"Since we're getting to the real juicy stuff rather fast, might as well start on it!" Emma chuckled mischievously, leaning forward within her chair.

"Emma, no, not at my brunch!" Martha practically begged, but it was too late, Emma was already interested in the topic.

"What? Sex is a healthy part of marriage, and if these two are already flaunting it we can talk about it!" Emma said, gesturing towards the two blushing men.

"Emma, please, I haven't even had my mini quiche yet!" Monty begged, gesturing towards his filled plate with nothing but egg tarts filling the entire surface.

"So when my husband and I had our kid, we tried to keep up the sex life, so we tried something new -"

"Please, Emma, my quiche! I've been waiting forever to finally get some of these!" Monty practically begged.

"I can't take this!" Rosie squealed, hiding her face behind her hands.

"Tibia honest, guys, I prefer to keep me and Toby's sex lives to ourselves." Sans leaned forward, giving a soft but firm smile. "I'm a bit of the jealous type, you see. So I'll get a little upset if you try to prod Toby or me further about it."

Toby, behind him, nodded quickly.

"Ah, no worries, that's cool," Emma said, holding up her hands. "Sorry, I get a bit excited."

Silently, Monty ate a bite from the biggest quiche on his plate.

"No problem," Sans said.

How were they so calm after such a question? They seemed to blush more from each other than from anything Rosie said. Their marriage was rather impressive.

"Why don't we just make sure they get their plates first before we discuss anything," Martha offered.

That series of events certainly was not expected. But she could recover this. After all, she was the most perfect hostess and wife. She was meant for this, she adored doing these types of events.

"So, what caused you and Toby to move here?" She asked them, watching as Sans scooped something onto his plate as Toby's eye twitched.

"Eh... just wanted a change of location, honestly," Sans said, "Nothing much to it."

"It was awfully... er, crowded, with enemies," Toby chimed in.

"How so?" Emma asked, always eager for a good story.

Toby froze for a moment, but Sans was the one who spoke.

"It was my brother. He wasn't a good person. It got to the point where, when I was pinned underneath rubble from a racist human attack on monsters, he left me to die," Sans said quietly, "So I decided fuck him and moved out here."

Toby jerked out his shoulder again before a hand reached over and reassuringly squeezed Sans' hand.

That's why he was so hesitant. He didn't want to reveal Sans' trauma, and now was quickly making sure to comfort Sans. That was so adorable. Toby wanted to make sure Sans was completely okay with his past and Sans was quick to reassure him he was. Martha hummed with a smile. So cute.

"Did you guys fall in love before or after that happened?" Rosie asked carefully, "Did Toby ever meet him?"

"Nah, we met right after he did, got to know one another, and ya know, he has a big dick so I figured I'd seal the -"

A kick against the table suddenly jolted them all. After a long pause, Toby gave an awkward chuckle.

"Sorry, it was one of my... tics," He explained sheepishly, before eyeing Sans with a frown.

"Don't be embarrassed at all! You can't control it, it's not your fault," Martha said.

Oh, dear. He must be worried about embarrassing Sans now with his tics. Sans really did get the lottery with him.

Toby whispered something into Sans' ear, and Sans quickly returned the whisper.

They were even whispering to each other? Martha glanced away. She's never seen a love so pure as theirs before.

The brunch continued like that. Sans and Toby as the focus while Martha desperately tried to ignore the perfect marriage the two had. They seemed to be utter soulmates for one another. Constantly whispering to each other, Sans showing something onto his phone, Toby's tics accidentally pinching or kicking Sans, and Sans accepting all of them... it was astounding. She couldn't believe it. They were the happiest they ever could be.

It was a hopeless battle from the start for Martha. She and her husband's marriage were nothing compared to these two. She thought her brunches were a good way to brag about her lovely, domestic life. But no. Martha was never the main character. Because Sans and Toby came in, with their lovely dovey looks to one another, with their cute little inside jokes and pure understanding of one another and...

Martha thought she knew true happiness. Thought she achieved the best domestic life possible. But no. She had not even a fraction of what these two had. Her brunches were her everything. To these two? It was a detour before they returned home to love each other constantly again. That was why they never left the house often. They were simply too enamored with one another and their daughter to never bother to leave.

When they left, Sans had turned to give her a crocodile-related goodbye before Toby suddenly tripped and fell onto her front porch. Martha paused, ready to help the fallen man, but Sans only turned with a smile.

"Guess you've fallen for me, huh?" He asked.

Toby even fell just to set up a pun for Sans because he loved him so much are you kidding her -

"See you both another time," She said with a forced smile.

And when the two finally, finally left, she fell onto her knees in utter defeat. Staring at their retreating and speeding car, likely racing home to spend time in each other's embrace once again and too eager to hurry for that destination.

Martha's husband was soon walking down the stairs, having just left another work-related zoom meeting. "Martha, did your brunch just end? I'll help you clean up, we can -" He paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Why are you on the floor?"

Martha swallowed. "I think we need marriage counseling."

"What, dear?"

"I just witnessed true love, they were so in sync, and... and what we have cannot compare to what they have," She said, voice dry. "They must be head over heels for each other..."

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in a speeding car, two strangers were bickering.

"Go faster!" Toby yelled, "Get me the fuck away from that awkward as hell house!"

"I'm going, if I press down any further I'll go under the damn steering wheel because I'm so short jackass!" Sans shouted back.