Never Quit Loving You

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May I address the fact that I've been away for ALMOST TWO MONTHS?? I don't know how I've survived, but I had such good grades this trimester, and it is JUNIOR FUCKING YEAR, so I guess the absence from Wattpad paid off...

Without further ado, this chapter isn't that great and if this fanfic were a book, none of these dialogues would make the print, but since this is simply a fanfic that I enjoy writing, I thought I might as well type everything out (:

Enjoy!

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When Jughead had been there for a while already, Betty realized it was about half an hour past the time Wesley usually had lunch. And so, after ruffling the top of the boy's lopsided hair, she stood and nodded her head toward the kitchen when Jughead's eyes met hers. "I gotta make some lunch before it's too late."

"Oh," the guy said. "Is it okay if we keep playing until he has to eat?"

"You can stay here for lunch," she gently told him, eyes a bit nervous when suggesting the idea.

"Yeah?" Jughead's lips formed into a small smile.

Nodding, Betty added, "And he usually has a nap after eating for about an hour and a half, so maybe we can talk?"

Suddenly back to serious, the guy nodded. "Sure." He turned back to Wesley when the boy patted his arm and handed him a toy police car. Jughead smiled and kept playing with him but looked after Betty and called her name when he saw her opening the fridge.

"Yeah?" she asked, turning around a bit to meet his eyes.

"Do we need to start cleaning up, or?"

The blonde shook her head. "No, he usually cleans up after the lunch so that he'd kind of understand that playtime is over and all that."

Jughead nodded, and Betty bit her lip when a small smile appeared on his face. She could tell what he was thinking, and cheeks flushing a bit, turned around.

While taking out the ingredients for mac and cheese, the woman thought of the way he had reacted to her words. She was a bit reluctant to show her mothering side to Jughead just yet and embarrassed for an unknown reason. Betty knew that Jughead had left behind a seventeen-year-old girl and was self-conscious about him not liking her anymore.

She was twenty-one now, a college student, a mother, and she had her routine. When Jughead had left three years ago, they had been high school students, and according to Betty, she had been way prettier back then than in her early twenty's with stretch marks from giving birth and a never-ending headache and fatigue.

She didn't know what Jughead's life looked like but was completely positive that it wasn't like hers. They were different now. And while still loving him, she tried to hide away the parts of herself that she wasn't sure he liked, knowing Jughead did the same.

That was one of the reasons they so critically needed to talk.

The sight of Jughead lying on the ground on his back, with Wesley propped up on his hands right above him made Betty smile bigger than she had in a while. She leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room and watched in amusement the way Jughead made a noise he thought a plane would produce while their son was in the air, giggling, arms wide on either side of him.

The guy lowered the little boy down on his stomach a while later, both of them giggling, and Wesley raised his head to look at Jughead only a second later. "Again! Again!"