Three Eyes, Six Fingers (Stanford Pines x Reader)

Chapter 40: Forgiveness

Y/N's POV
The next morning

I yawned and stretched against the warmth against my side. Wait a second... I sat up and looked next to me. Stanford. His glasses were askew and was snoring softly. I smiled a little at the sight. He's so cute when he's sleeping.

  His eyes slowly opened and focused on me.  "So it wasn't a dream after all."  Ford said quietly.  He rubbed his eyes under his glasses and got up.  "I better get started on disabling the portal." 

  Before he could walk off, I grabbed his wrist.  "Hold on there, Sixer."  I looked at him pleadingly.  "Teddy is coming back today.  After you contain the rift, please come with me to see him."

His eyes softened a bit. "Sure."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Fordsie."

My husband perked up. "It's been too long since I've heard that." He pecked my cheek and rushed down to the basement.

After I made myself a (coffee/cup of tea), I heard Dipper rush down the stairs. "Grauntie Y/N! Do you know where Gruncle Ford is? I want to ask him my questions now!"

I patted his shoulder. "He's trying to clean some stuff up downstairs, and doesn't want to be disturbed. But..." I smiled. "I know the same things as him, and there's creatures that even he doesn't know about." I pulled out my journal and handed it to my great nephew. "It's not filled to the brim, but it has plenty in it."

  He flipped through the pages, eyes as big as saucers.  "So you were aware Winter is a wererabbit?"

  "Yep."  I chuckled. 

  "... Daluh and Isra are genies?"  I nodded.  He read further and turned pale.  He looked up at me, scared.  "You know Bill."

  I sighed.  "Read the next page." 

  When he finished, he slid the book back to me.  "That's... insane."  Dipper rubbed his eyes.  "Fascinating, but insane." 

  "Look, Dip."  I gently laid my hand on top of his.  "I trust you with the contents of my research journal, but I haven't told Ford anything about this.  Will you keep this between you and me for now?" 

  "...Can I show Mabel the journal?" 

  I grinned.  "As long as she can promise the same, then go ahead."

  He took the journal and dashed up the stairs.  "Thanks, Grauntie Y/N!"

  Stan then came down past the boy.  "Yeesh, why is he so peppy this morning?" 

  "I showed him my journal."

  He raised an eyebrow.  "Has Ford seen it?"

  "Not yet."

  He nodded and sat down next to me.  "How was it with Poindexter last night?"  Stan asked quietly. 

  I sighed.  "It was... interesting, to say the least. I was unhappy with how he treated you and he also questioned me on why I did it if I knew how dangerous it was, so I got upset with him.  He knows that I only do things when I know it's supposed to happen, so he has no right to be mad at me or you... he's supposed to be upset with you, sure, but it feels unfair since in this reality he has me to tell him that it was meant to happen."