Life and its Challenges

~Prologue~

"You found Forsythe?" His perfect body is leaning on the wall of the enourmous house. His beautiful little smile still makes my stomach flutter. It's been so many years and I still love him so much. I enjoy every little part of his body. 
"Yeah. Cheryl took him home." I explain. Happy that this is all over. The past couple of years have been a roller coaster. 
"Was he happy to see you?"  He lookes me in the eyes making my heart stop a beat. 
"I've never seen a happier baby." I smile. It's true. When I finally got to hold Forsythe after those few days without him I cried like a baby. When I look back at Jughead I can't help but notice that his smile grew bigger. 
"I can imagine. He is so lucky to have you as a mom. And I'm so lucky to have you as a wife..." I know he thinks he won the lottery by marrying me but truth is I won. He has been the most supportive person I have ever met. He's been my rock. And I'm sure that if he dies I'll die too. 
"Aw baby I'm still not as good as you." I tell him truthfully. He laughs, making me feel that the words I just say is even truer. 
"Good one." He says, still laughing as if I've said the best joke ever. "Let's go home." He turns around and I say his name. 
"Jughead wait." Once again he turns around. 
"What is it?" He says, probably trying to figure out if I'm going to tell him something good or something bad. He steps closer and I try to figure out how I'm going to say this. 
"I...I want to move back to New York. Ever since we got here everything has just been hell." He stands there, just a few inches from my mouth. All I want to do is kiss him but I have to tell him first. "It's like Riverdale is cursed. I just want to get as far away as possible." He nods. He has a slightly worried expression but then he smiles. 
"Okay." He says it like it wasn't a hard decision. Maybe he has been thinking about the same thing. 
"Just like that?" I can't help but smiling. 
"Yeah."
"I can't wait." He moves closer. Cupping his right hand around my cheek. 
"Neither can I." I won the lottery. Is the last thing I can think before his soft lips meets mine. 

"Let's go home to Forsythe." Jughead says as I'm putting his crown helmet on. I have no idea how he managed to get me on this thing. 
"Yeah...just..." I hate this fucking motorcycle. "please don't kill me on this thing." He laughs and I smile. I'm so weak for this man. 
"I won't kill you."