No one ever told me that love would hurt so much

Epilogue

♾️ Jughead ♾️

*February, twins are 1 y/o*

"Okay, our parents just picked up the twins" Betty called, sitting down on the couch next to me.

"We are officially alone now"

It was Valentine's Day. We haven't had a day to us in a while, so now that it was Valentine's Day, we thought that it was finally time to get what we deserve, a quiet evening to ourselves.

"We still got a few minutes left before we go to the restaurant though,so how about we just cuddle?" I said, already pulling her in my lap to start to tickle her.

"Juggy!" She called, trying to wriggle out of my grasp, though I made sure to keep a hold on her.

"I will kiss you until you can't breathe if you don't stop!" She threatened under laughs, rolling around to start kissing me. I couldn't stop the laughs either and eventually stopped tickling her in order to cup her face and kiss her properly.

"I love you, Betty" I said as I pulled away. She smiled, returning the kiss.

"I love you too"

We soon got ready and got in the car. During the drive, I kept my hand on her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. We went to eat dinner at a restaurant, though went home not long after. Heading inside, Betty prepared a wine glass for her and an orange juice for me before we headed upstairs.

"Are you still on board with what we planned today?" She asked halfway in the glass, leaning over to kiss me. 

"Yes, of course, why shouldn't I?" I asked. She shrugged and then climbed on my lap, taking my glass to put both on the nightstand. Then she started kissing me. I kissed her back, driving my hand through her hair to loose it from the ponytail before sorting it out over her shoulder.

Betty rocked closer to me, starting to kiss me on my neck. We continued to make out, eventually laying down on the mattress. I pulled off her shirt before unclipping her bra as well.

"Can I take off your shirt too?" She asked and I hesitated. Even though Betty and I were us again, I was still insecure. I didn't know how she could still love me, and especially my body, when I was like this. I know that Betty and I slept together but that was in High School. She didn't even know about my self harm then — and it was not as bad as it was now, by far. I somehow could cover or hide it every time.

"We don't have to" She added when I still wouldn't say anything "if you're uncomfortable, you know? I want you to be comfortable"

"No, uh... it's fine... I guess"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... Yes, I'm sure. Just..." nervous.

"Just what?" She asked, leaning over to kiss me softly, hands still resting on the hem of my sweatshirt, though laying comfortably still.

"Just a bit insecure"

"There is nothing to be insecure about here, Jug. It's just us, you know that" I nodded. Of course I did. Betty never put me down for anything. Why would she do that now? 

"It's not the first time either"

"I know"

"So can I?" She asked softly. I nodded again. Betty kissed me softly before she pulled off my sweatshirt, stopping to move as her eyes went over my upper body.

"Don't stare, please"

"Sorry" She smiled softly, leaning closer "but I told you, nothing to be insecure about, Jug. I promise"