Varchie One-Shots

Oh Baby, Baby

The life of Archie & Veronica. Going through pregnancy to their child growing up!
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Veronica was sitting on the couch in her and Archie's New York apartment. She's never been more uncomfortable. Her feet propped up, sipping on some decaf coffee.

Veronica never thought she would like decaf, but the doctor said it was best for the baby. Yes, Veronica was 9 months pregnant, literally expecting any day now. She's 2 days overdue, but she wasn't worried. Apparentally her mother waiting a week overdue before Veronica was born, and Ronnie turned out just fine.. for the most part.

Archie was still at work, he was supposed to be getting off any minute and making his way to their pent house apartment.

Archie works for lodge industries, one day he will take over for the company. Archie gave up his dreams of becoming a musician, one day he just didn't enjoy it as much. He started a band, went on tour with them, and realized he just couldn't be away from Veronica for long. So, he started working for Hiram. The pay was really good, so that was a plus.

Veronica, on the other hand, is living her dream. She owns a high end boutique, which is growing across the country. It also brings in good pay, so you could say they are doing just fine.

Veronica is interrupted from her thoughts when she hears the door open, Archie coming in dressed in khakis and a polo, setting his suitcase down before plopping next to Veronica on the couch and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey babe.. how is little man doing today?"

He kisses my stomach as I smile. "He's doing good, missed his daddy today."

Archie leans down and kisses my stomach. "Anyday now boyo," he says talking to my stomach. "I can't wait to meet you."

He looks up at me, giving me a soft smile before giving me a kiss. We cuddle together, watching tv before falling asleep together.

5:03 am

I jump up as a sharp pain curses through my side. Looking over at the clock, it's just past 5am. Taking in my surroundings, I'm sitting in bed wearing Archie's shirt and my leggings, Archie asleep beside me on his stomach. He must've carried me in here when I fell asleep.

Another sharp pain takes me out of my daze. "Archie." No response. "ARCHIE?" "Hmm," he whispers, as if I'm not sitting here yelling his name. Reaching behind me, I grab a pillow and whack him with it. He shoots up, looking around.

"I'm up, I'm up! What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Shut up Archie my water broke. We need to go."

He stares at me processing what I'm saying, his eyes widen as he realizes how important this is and jumps up, grabbing my hospital bag. He slips my shoes on my feet, picking me up. He runs out of the house shutting the door. Next time we come back, we will have a baby.

Running to the car, he sets me in and speeds to the hospital. I scream the whole way there. I've never felt more pain than I do right now.

He parks, runs and grabs me and the bag, and sprints inside. "HELP MY WIFE IS HAVING A BABY!"

The nurses stay calm as Archie is freaking out, they obviously can tell it's our first child. Setting me in a wheel chair, they take me to the delivery room while Archie follows.

The doctor comes in, "Hello Veronica, Archie, how are we doing?" I give the doctor a 'seriously' look. "Well I'm ready to have this thing out of me, that's for sure."