M-hm," you blink a few times, your voice feeling sort of stuck. "I don't know what to feel...I'm so happy, but I'm so scared."
"Scared of what?" he asks. "From what I understand, Gaster was an isolated case."
"Not that," you shake your head. "I just didn't think I could be this happy."
"Oh darling," he smiles down at you. "What was it you told me...? You deserve to be happy, and you deserve to be loved."
"I guess..." you laugh, sounding just a little choked. "I guess I should take my own advice."
Mettaton presses a soft kiss to your forehead and leads you back to the chaise, lying down on his back and guiding you so you can lie on top of him. You stay like that for a while, listening to the gentle hum of his fans and processors and enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. You don't say much, though now and then one of you will tilt the other's chin towards you for a kiss. You simply enjoy being home, and being together, and being alive.
It may well be hours later when Mettaton's hand slides its way down your back, and he finally breaks the silence.
"Darling... I haven't just been working on a surprise for Alphys, you know."
He looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, his hand squeezing softly at your skin. You lift your head from his chest and raise a curious eyebrow.
"Is that so?