one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"you've got wings baby." pt. 2 - bughead

your soulmates name is inked on your skin the second they fall in love with you.

1 month later

"Why is this baby so stubborn?" Betty grumbled, groaning in pain as she clutched her stomach.

"You need something? Maybe a warm towel?" He asked and she exhaled.

"Oh yes please, and chips!" She yelled when he moved toward the kitchen. As he was busy fetching her needs she focused back on her stomach. "You need to stop kicking and get out of there. It's been nine months, honey."

When Jughead came back, warm towel, chips and a drink in his hands, the sincerest smile broke through Betty's lips.

"Here." He said, placing the towel on her stomach, and the food by her bedside. "Little girl still kicking, huh?"

"Very much." She groaned, nuzzling into the warm towel on the exposed skin of her stomach. They were silent for a while, Jughead sitting by the edge of the bed, both their hands on her stomach as the baby kicked.

"You sure you want me to stay here, even when the baby's here?" She asked him, suddenly insecure.

"Betty. Like I told you before, I'd love for you to stay here. You and that baby have really grown on me." She grinned contently, pulling him up to lay beside her on the bed.

"Can you hand me the coffee, please?"

"It's tea." Her face folded into a frown.

"You've known me for a month and you bring me tea? Have you lost it?"

"It's healthier."

"I despise you." She grumbled, grabbing the chips instead.

"Ah thanks." He said, grinning from ear to ear as she chewed on the chips.

Again, there fell a silence between the two. When she finished the chips she laid her head on his shoulder, leaning against him.

"So.."

"What?"

"You have a soulmate?" She blurted.

He looked down at her beside him.

"I've told you about the father of my baby, now I want to know about you."

"I haven't met my soulmate yet. Or maybe I have but she's not in love with me. I don't know, but my skin is still ink-free."

"Oh." She went quiet before continuing.

"Did you ever hope someone was your soulmate?" She questioned.

"Not really. I've dated a few girls but I've never really loved any of them."

"Oh."

She pulled the sheets higher up over her body and let herself lean on him completely. "I'd like for you to be mine." She mumbled as she fell into a warm slumber.

Jughead's eyes widened as she spoke, turning to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her breaths were coming slow.

"I'd love that." He murmured before letting himself fall asleep as well.

She smiled.

—

"Jug." Her whisper was panicked as she shook him awake. "Jug, wake up!"

His eyes shot open. "What? Are you okay?"

"I think my water just broke." He lifted up the sheets that covered them, and indeed, the bed was soaked.