Bughead OneShots (Smut/Fluff)

New Year's Eve Surprise (Fluff)

          "You comfy yet?", he asked, fidgeting with our newly handmade blanket after he'd thrown it over my lap, tucking the sides underneath the both of us and hugging me to his side as he shivered, his jaw chattering nonstop.
          His cheek began to flush pink from the chill that he'd apparently still been experiencing, making me giggle softly. "I'm not sure I'm the one who's uncomfortable, but thank you for the concern.", I said. "Here, let me cuddle you, baby.".
           "But, Betts, I'm supposed to cuddle you. That's my job as the boyf-".
           "Don't finish that sentence pleaaaase. Girlfriends are cuddlers too. You should know this.".
           He sighed with another shiver, bringing his knees to his chest. "J-Just shush and do that then, please and thank you.". I let out a chuckle along with rolling my eyes playfully in a 'that's what I thought' manner. He was more than willing to snuggle up into my side, doing so not a moment after my arm snaked around his back. I brought his head down onto my shoulder, my hand caressing his cheek which indeed was rather cold.
           My other hand clicked the buttons on the television remote, turning it on and onto the correct channel. The crowd bustled and buzzed in excitement, huddling together to keep warm while the new reporter gave viewers the latest updates on that year's New Year's Eve events in Times Square.
           "I'm sorry we couldn't go this year, Betts. I promised you we would. Y-You don't have to take my word for it, but I will take you next year.", he mumbled defeatedly, turning his face into my shoulder while breathing heavily. My heart sank, but not out of disappointment, and my fingers ran gingerly through his hair.
          "Hey, you know that it's not your fault, right? Also, it's below freezing there, and I know we'd both be terribly uncomfortable there. It's cold enough here as it is. I'd much rather be here snuggled under the covers and talking with you than being up there and yelling at the top of our lungs to understand each other. Wouldn't you?". I could feel him chew his lip against my shirt, not completely satisfied with himself nor my response, or so it seemed.
          "Baby, I'm not upset, okay? I get to spend New Year's with my wonderful husband! I wouldn't want it any other way. Just relax. We're going to have a fun, relaxing evening. I promise you.". He lifted his head up, tilting his head as if that would help him further examine and understand my expression, to help him deem my statement as factual or the opposite.
           I watched as a small smile cracked across his face, his nose still tinted a light pink, shiny at the tip. It was irresistible not to kiss, so I did just that. "As long as you're happy, so am I, Betts.". His lips brought themselves closer to mine, kissing them gently and for the briefest of moments before his head was back down on my chest.
           We were enjoying our peaceful silence accompanied by the faint buzzing from the t.v. in the background when the doorbell rang unexpectedly.
           "I-I'll go get it, Betts. Hold on.", Jug said as he began to sit up.
           "Wait, Jug. Who would ring the doorbell at quarter to midnight on New Year's Eve? That doesn't make sense. What if it's someone dangerous, Juggie?".
           "Betty, honey, I need you to relax, alright? I'll go check and see who it is. We're going to be fine, so sit your cute self back down. I'll be back. You can watch me as I answer the door.". He stroked my hair once more before sauntering off, peeking through the peer-hole, his eyebrows furrowing.
           He opened the door, the expression on his face astounded. "Betts, there's nobody- oh my God.". He stared down as he hurriedly stepped outside, and I could see just enough of him to make out that he bent down. I sprang up and ran to the door.
           "Jug? What's going on- oh my God.".
           There he stood, a bundle of blankets curled up in his arms, and out of it poked the head of a small baby, only a few months old at the most. Her tiny face scrunched up as a breeze came through, and Jug pulled her closer to his chest as his face struggled to decide whether he should grin or frown out of concern and confusion.
           I stood speechless, bewilders as I leaned down to read the note that laid neatly on top of the basket that had been left the porch. It read "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Jones, You don't know who I am, but I know who you two are. You're great people. Unfortunately, I do not have the money to support and raise my baby girl. I haven't named her, for I knew I would go attached if I did so. I ask that you please take care of her or you find a good home for her. It would mean the world to me. Sincerely, your most thankful admirer.". I read it allowed to Jug, and he listened intently while bouncing the baby.
         "What should we do, Jug?", I asked him. "I- Do you want to take care of her? Are we ready to do this?".
          He only smiled down at the baby girl, cooing at her as she gurgled in her sleep. It was a miracle that she remained that way, especially out in this harsh weather. Jug turned around slowly and with great caution before walking back inside without a word, me following directly behind.
         They sat on the couch as he watched her with awe, letting her head rest on his chest and pulling the blanket to cover the both of them. He lifted it, nodding his head to tell me to come join them, which I did.
           "Jug, do-".
           "Let's keep the baby, I-I mean, as long as it's okay with you. I think we could really take great care of her, and-".
            "I'm glad you agree, Juggie. Let's raise this baby girl!", I whispered.
            Just then, we heard the crowd shout "Happy New Year!", confetti flying all around them while triumphant music played. Couples kissed, kids cheered, and friends and family hugged one another.
             "Looks like we missed the countdown. Happy New Year, Juggie and...".
             "Eve.". Jug spoke with great —yet still hushed— confidence, looking up at me with glowing eyes.
             "Eve. I think that fits perfectly.", I exclaimed, scrambling to huddle closer to them and reaching out for a turn with our new little one.
             "Best New Year's ever.".