Bughead 💘 | Wattys2017

Chapter 16

I stretched out across the bed and accidentally hit something, with my fist.

"Ow!" Jughead tiredly exclaimed. Shocked, I covered my mouth with my hands.

"Ohmigosh, I'm so sorry, Babe." I laughed. "I was half asleep." Jughead turned over on the bed, so that his back was to me. "Juggieeee." I scooted over and hugged him from behind, my nose to his bare shoulder. He tried to shrug me off. I held onto him even tighter. Then I started to softly kiss his shoulder, which then led to kissing the side of his neck. "Jug." I said in a low whisper, hoping that it sounded seducing enough.

"Mmmm. What?" Jughead really did sound like he was still half-asleep. Maybe I shouldn't bother him. I pulled away from the hug and positioned myself to lay on my back. I stared up at the ceiling for a minute, not really sure what to do for the rest of the day. Is this what adult life is like? Probably not for long. "Betty?" Jughead quickly turned his head, with a tired and concerned look written all over his face. I laid on the bed, still in silence. If he was going to play the silent game, so was I. "Bettyyyy." He whined, as he carefully wrapped his arm over my waist, pulling himself closer to me. I continued to remain silent, still staring into the vast, white void of emptiness that was far above me. At this point, I had Jughead kissing my neck. I had him right where I wanted him. I turned slightly to my left and Jughead's lips met mine. "Good morning, Beautiful." He said softly. I giggled.

"Hello, Handsome." I grinned, and unintentionally bit my lip.

"When's this wedding again?" Jughead whined, as he gently nuzzled my neck with his long nose.

"Probably sometime this summer, Babe." I replied.

"Ugh. I have to wait that long?" Jughead whined.

"Hey, I'm still free to make out, ya know." I joked.

"Yeah?" He asked, as he kissed my neck.

"Mmmhmmm." I slightly replied, slightly moaned. "Buuuut. We should probably visit with my nephew today. Hopefully we're taking him home this weekend."

"Um, I think you mean our nephew." Jughead bolted up and stated.

"Ok, ok, fine. Our nephew." I smirked. "But, for real though." I stretched and slowly got out of bed. "And we can't miss the funerals this weekend." They were throwing Polly and Kevin a funeral this weekend. I still had SO many regrets about both of their deaths, mostly Kevin's. I mean, my last conversation with him was awful. I was a jerk to him. Then with Polly... if Jughead and I had gotten back sooner, she might have been saved if the doctors were there to deliver JJ instead of me. I didn't know what I was doing. The baby just kinda popped out. I didn't know how to take care of Polly. This was going to be one rough weekend. I'm just glad that Jughead Jones wasn't in prison and that he was able to stay by my side through it all.

I was off in wonderland, thinking about all of these things, when I noticed Jughead getting dressed. He seemed more tired than usual. He slowly put on his grey S shirt, with the black plaid shirt over it. Then his jeans and converse. And for the finishing touches, his signature beanie. Yes, it was practically the same outfit he wore everyday, but he always pulled it off everytime. How did I get so lucky to have such a handsome, loving boyfriend? Scratch that- fiancé. I was going to marry this amazing man. And I didn't deserve him. He was almost too good for me. Too good to me. I didn't realize that I was grinning from ear to ear until, "Bets? You ok? Your smile is kinda driving me crazy." Jughead laughed at me. He walked over to me and pecked my lips.

"Yeah. Just thinking." I said, as Jughead opened the bedroom door for us to exit through. We headed down the stairs to the front door.

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