one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"she's okay. you're okay." - bughead

[ another one with bughead as FBI agents, can be seen as a continuation on the last but can also stand alone ]

She walked into the office, her heart pounding in her chest. The familiar ding rang as the elevator doors opened for her.

Deep hidden within the back pocket of her jeans was the thing she was so afraid of.

In front of her she saw Jughead, moving around and working on something with Wylie. She smiled at the sight of him, he was hers. And now, there was no way he could get rid of her anymore.

"Jones." She said, her voice quivery. His head raised to her in an instant, sensing that she had been crying, just by the sound of her voice.

"Betty? What's wrong?" He asked, hurrying over to her as he watched her eyes get misty.

"Can we.. can we talk?"

"Yeah yeah, of course." He wrapped a secure arm around her, guiding her to the stairs which led to his secret attic. "Just go upstairs, alright? I'll be up in a moment." And with a sweet kiss to her head he was gone.

She nodded in consent and dreadingly slow made her way up the stairs. Inside the attic she sat on the fallen-apart couch, nervously fidgeting with her fingers in her lap.

She was nervous, of course she was nervous. What was she going to say?

Hey Jug, we've got a new lead on the case. Oh yeah, and you're going to be a father in 9 months!

She heard the click of the door as she swallowed all her nerves away.

"Hey, tell me what's up." Jughead spoke, when he saw a tear rolling down Betty's cheek.

He kneeled in front of her, taking her hands and kissing them gently. She smiled weakly, more tears coming down her face.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled in between her soft sobs.

"What for?"

Carefully she reached in her back pocket, grabbing the test that had been burning a hole through her jeans. She placed it in his hand, staring into his sea blue eyes.

"I'm pregnant." Her voice was hesitant, scared of what he'll say.

His face was emotionless, gazing at the test laying on his hand. It was small, white, two pink stripes layering over it.

Not faint, two clear pink lines.

"Pregnant.." He whispered, almost inaudible, only for her to hear.

"Pregnant." She repeated, watching him stare at the test.

The frown on his face slowly drained into a warm smile, a genuine smile.

Suddenly she was lifted in the air, spun around, and placed back on the ground again. "That's amazing!" He exclaimed, kissing her softly.

She smiled confusedly through the wave of tears, kissing him back. "Really? You're happy?"

"You're not?"

"Well, I wasn't sure if you were happy because this might effect our relationship, and we just started dating and I didn't want it to screw—" His lips cut her off. A gentle, swooning kiss on the mouth.

"I'm happy Betty, I'm so happy." He whispered, holding her by her waist.

"I'm happy too." She said in response, her hands on her belly.

He settled his hands over hers, staring at the still-flat stomach. "Our baby." He mumbled, kissing her skin.

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