No one ever said that it would be this hard

Chapter 32

♾️ Betty ♾️

When I woke up the next morning, I felt even worse then before. Jug and I were still laying on the couch, Jughead having one arm around me to keep me close while I had my arms around him too. Jughead groaned, shifting a bit.

"Hey, you awake?" He whispered. I nodded "should I make breakfast for you?"

"No, I think I'll pass. This headache is killing me"

"Even worse then yesterday?" He asked and I just hummed. He nodded and got up, stretching a bit as he walked in the hallway. Shortly after that, he came back, reaching me a pill and a glass of water.

"Thanks" I said, sitting up a bit before I took the pill. I put the glass on the nightstand and Jug went to lay down next to me again.

"When is t...the appointment?"

"At two. We should leave at 1:30pm though" he nodded, feeling my forehead again.

"You don't have a fever anymore, that's good But if you have a one again, we leave earlier, okay? I don't want something t...to happen" I nodded.

"Okay, but if not then just relax, yeah? It will be fine" he nodded and then wrapped his arms around me again while I rested my head back on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Jug"

"For what?"

"Trusting me" he smiled softly and then moved around a bit to face me "what?" I asked when he didn't do something.

"I really want to kiss you right now"

"So why don't you?" He hesitated, just for a second, before he leaned in to kiss me. It didn't last long though since he pulled away from me rather soon. He smiled when he leaned back though, pulling me in his arms.

"Hey, Jug?" I asked, though he didn't answer. When I moved around to face him, he was asleep. I smiled and kissed him on the forehead before getting up to go and make some breakfast. When I returned with a stack of banana pancakes, he was still asleep. Jughead preferred blueberry pancakes but we didn't have any here anymore.

He moved around a bit and then woke up, rubbing his eyes as he smiled tiredly at me.

"When did I fall asleep?"

"I don't know, wasn't long though" he nodded, eyeing the pancakes.

"Are those blueberry ones?"

"No, sorry, we're out of them. Those are banana pancakes. Do you nevertheless want some?" I asked and he hesitated, though then nodded, so I cut a piece of mine with my knife before reaching him the fork, so that he just had to open his mouth. He chuckled, nevertheless doing it though.

"You know, you don't have to feed me, Betty. I'm big enough to eat by myself" I shrugged.

"Just because you are doesn't mean that you have to. Come on, let me spoon feed you, please?? You know, I'm sick, and I'm pregnant, and I'm your wife" I listed off and he just chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're unbelievable. I mean, how could I say no to that proposal?" He asked and I just smiled, giving him another portion of pancake with maple syrup. He ate half of the pancakes, I had the other half. When we were done, he laid down and rested his head in my lap.

"Is that okay?" He asked and I just nodded, starting to play with his hair. He smiled softly, closing his eyes again.

"Shouldn't you be the one taken care of?" He asked after some time, opening his eyes again. I already thought that he was asleep because he hadn't moved for five minutes.

"You are. And I'm doing the same" he nodded. The time till we had to leave for the baby appointment was spend like this. We just stayed on the couch, talked from time to time but not much, and only left if completely necessary. Jughead fell asleep a few times, yet again only for a few minutes though.

Shortly after half past one, I stopped playing with his hair before I got up to use the restroom. When I walked back in the living room, Jughead had turned off the TV and was in the kitchen, filling a bottle with tea.

Jughead was driving us to the hospital, holding my hand again. In the waiting room, I could see his nerves spiking up. He didn't say anything but he was fidgeting with his ring, bouncing with his leg and biting his lip. I could see the blood already.

"I'm going t-to use the restroom for a second" he said, giving me a soft smile before standing up and leaving the room. I was called up before he returned but then just went with it. I mean, everything was as expected — normal. The twins were healthy and okay. I was too, just supposed to get some more rest for the next week.

With a ultrasound picture, I walked back to the car, since Jughead was also not in the waiting room anymore. When I opened the door, Jughead quickly wiped over his face to get rid of the tears before he set on a smile.

"Quit pretending. What happened?" I asked upon sitting down on the passenger seat. Jughead turned around to face me.

"What?"

"Why did you leave?"

"I..." he looked down, fidgeting with his ring again "I panicked, okay? I- I started having a panic attack and I just... I didn't want you t-to see this. I don't want t-to stress you again, not because of me. I can't be t...the reason for you to worry, not again. I just needed t-to get out of t...there, I'm sorry for leaving you alone..." I exhaled, reaching him the ultrasound picture.

"There, you missed that out"

"Those are...?" I nodded. He swallowed, softly stroking over the picture with his thumb "are they okay?"

"Healthy and normal. And so am I, give or take the little bit high blood pressure. But that's totally normal, nothing to worry about. I'll just need some more Tylenol and rest for the rest of the week and then I should be fine"

"Okay... so... so nothing to worry about?" He asked and I nodded, grabbing his shaking hand.

"Exactly, nothing to worry or panic about. Now, let's go home, yeah?" He nodded, reaching me the ultrasound picture, which I then put in my purse, before he turned around to buckle up. After making sure that I did too, he started the motor and started driving us home.

The rest of the day was spent on the couch as well, watching TV or working on our laptops. I had some schoolwork to get behind and Jughead was writing something.

"Are you going to come with me to sleep in the bedroom with me tonight?" He asked at some point when it was already past nine.

"If you want that?" he nodded, getting up. I turned off the TV before standing up as well. Walking out of the room, I switched off the light as well before we headed upstairs. In the bedroom, Jughead got out of his jeans before he got under the bed. When I laid down, he pulled me closer to him again.

"Why do you suddenly just... act normal again? Not that I'm not happy about it, I'm just confused, I guess"

"I guess... I'm just back"

"I'm glad. I already thought that we would never be okay again" Maybe we still weren't but we were on our way there. We would be okay again, surely. We would make it.

Today was the first night that we slept together in this bed again since our break up in November — over a half year ago.

It felt good.