Bugheads Baby

Time never ends, and neither do stories if you don't let them.

Jugheads pov

Look. I get it. We had to keep up all pretenses that Betty was not even an afterthought, but a mistake. I really do understand. But I find it so hard to see her so broken over everything I'm doing to keep this family together. I know our relationship is being challenged the most it's ever been, but I have to believe she knows how much I love her. My daughter on the other hand hasn't taken to the new situation well, and I fear the drift it's causing between her and her younger siblings. 

That's another thing. My twins were born not long ago, and I fear that they won't ever call me dadda the way Emily did. I haven't been around enough to establish myself as their dad. But I was so close to having this all over. So close to getting Emilio De'lorano to back off. Missy was gone, and De'lorenzo was feeling comfortable. That I'm too broken to take his punk ass down. How he could have been further from the truth? 

My dad had gone in with three of my guys for a sting at the hotel Emelio was at right now. New York apparently. If I was right, and my dad manages to get rid of our problem, then we won't have any more mafia or murderous exes, crazy parents-in-law, or opposition gang leaders. Nothing. I'd be a man, in love with his girlfriend, with three incredible children. 

Betty was still behind the bar wiping glasses and chatting with sweet pea. The twins entertain some other serpents on the pool table much like Emily did when she was little. Then there was my daughter, no doubt behind the back of the building with her friends getting high and drunk. Betty and I had intervened many times, and Betty worried daily that it was worsening. But if it wasn't parties and drugs, it was awful depression.  

At least right now, the latter was an option that as parents we feared would have more permanent repercussions. 

I haven't touched this story in three years because I keep cringing HARDD. I'm going to complete it for closure, and I keep getting notifications from Wattpad but keep in mind, I literally didn't even remember the plot and had to read the last chapter to try and remember. Also, I stopped watching Riverdale I think at the end of season 3, thought they would turn it around again, but maybe they did, I guess I was there for the couples and when they broke up, lost my interest. So, if anyone is still reading this, feel free to comment on any mistakes I'm making :) 

"Hey?" an angel sang from the door.

Betty pov

"We need to fix all this. It's not healthy for us, our children, or the serpents." I look away from where he's buried his face in my neck and at the door which must of only just swallowed our friends.

"They're capable."

"Who? Sweat Pea?" I giggle. I don't giggle. What is wrong with me, or more actually what is wrong with him that I act like this? His kiss was velvety. I was taken aback when I first felt his lips on my body. I expected them to be rough. Like his firm body, and his tough 'v' muscle above his pelvis that I didn't understand. As the bright blue glimmer in his eyes, he was powerful.

There was only a sliver of touch of his lips against mine at first, just the enticing scrape of breath on the breath. Did he have any idea how aggravating that was? His lips became searching, accelerated, even poignant in their pressure. "I think your right," I breathe out inches before his lips. "They're capable."

"When am I ever wrong?"

"Well," I whispered inching closer to his mouth. "You mentioned once something about me being an absolute delight," I brushed my lips over his. "I don't think that's always the case.

Whispering while our breaths mingle, I add, "Like sometimes, I'll leave my boyfriend hanging after all the crap he's put me through." I leaned back from the kiss to see him stunned and I laughed as walking out of his office and downstairs to where Emily and her friends started to congregate.