I bolt up straight in my bed and rushed towards the bathroom. I was extremely nauseous and felt like I was going to hurl. Thankfully, I made it to the toilet. My husband groggily waltzed into the bathroom behind me, rubbing his eyes.
"Are you ok, Bets?" He asked quietly, as he kneeled next to me and held my hair back. I continued to throw up into the toilet. Jughead started rubbing circles in my back with his free hand. "You should go see a doctor about this. It's been happening for several days, so you know it's not the flu or something." He was right. This had been going on for several days now and I had absolutely no idea why. Jughead and I had been officially married a month now and everything had been smooth sailing until this. Thankfully, a sickness is something that should be a quick fix.
After throwing up for what felt like forever, I used some toilet paper to wipe my mouth off. Then I started sobbing. I felt awful, like a truck had just run me over or something. Jughead wrapped his arms around me.
"Shhh. It's ok. You're going to be fine, Baby." He whispered, as I lay in his arms, bawling my eyes out. I nodded.
"I just... I just hate throwing up so much." I whimpered.
"I know, Betty. I know." He hushed. "You'll be fine soon. We'll go see a doctor today." He kissed the top of my messy blonde hair. I probably looked like a train wreck, goodness knows I felt like one. And even though I had just puked about a million times, Jughead wasn't disgusted by any of that, instead he was concerned. Husbands are the best. Or maybe it was just mine. I wiped my eyes and glanced up at Jughead with a smile.
"Thanks Juggie." I kissed his cheek. Then I got up to brush my teeth. Jughead stood behind me and wrapped his hands around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder. I smirked at him in the mirror, as I brushed my teeth. His dark hair was all disheveled, waves all over the place. He was actually wearing a long sleeve dark shirt and a pair of long plaid pajama pants. Since it was winter he didn't sleep shirtless much these days. Plus, sometimes Cheryl would invite herself over in the morning to come see JJ and a few times she caught Jughead just walking around in his boxers. That was embarrassing. Especially when she said things like, "Ooh. I can see why you married Jones now." And she'd wiggle her eyebrows. Eee-Yuck! I finally spit into the sink, just thinking about Cheryl eyeing my husband. Jughead lightly kissed my neck, which made me giggle because it tickled so much. "Stop it, Juggie." I squealed. He smiled and kept going at it. "Babe! I don't want another visible hickey, please." Then, I felt another wave of vomit coming up. I quickly covered my mouth and headed back to the toilet.
"Betty?" He asked me. I clearly couldn't answer, as I was just a little preoccupied puking my brains out. "Do you think.... do you think... you should... take a pregnancy test?" I quickly looked up at him, before another wave hit me. His face was really concerned. I couldn't tell if he wanted me to actually be pregnant or not. Sometimes he's an enigma. He was especially hard to read right now.
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We decided to go to the pharmacy as soon as it opened. Maybe I was pregnant? But how? I guess Jughead and I didn't think about using birth control. With the whole mess last fall, we hadn't even thought about it much. We never even talked about children. I mean, we were both 16. That's too young to have kids right? Wait, I take that back. Polly was 17, not much older than us. I mean, I guess we are married. So it's fine right? But why do I not feel right about it? Maybe because of my age? I mean, I was happily married to the man of my dreams. I should want his baby right?
"Here, Betty." Jughead snapped me out of my trance. We were standing in front of all the different pregnancy test kits. I almost forgot that I was pushing JJ in his stroller too. He would be a good older cousin-errr brother-right? I mean, I guess we're already practically parents. But Cheryl takes him for most of the weekend. So it'd be like getting promoted from part time to full time parents. Wow. "Which one sounds the best?" He picked up a box and scanned it, his brows furrowed.
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Bughead 💘 | Wattys2017
FanfictionA distraught Betty doesn't tell her parents that Jughead has secretly been staying in her bedroom since he had no place else to live. Betty is also on the lookout for where her sister Polly went, along with who might have murdered Jason Blossom. Thr...
