I'm on my second month of pregnancy. I have mood swings every single day. One minute I'm excited, and jolly. The next I'm crying, and desperate. I've been feeling a lot of nausea, dizziness, and fatigue. My breasts have also gotten bigger, and I can't stand the smell of wine or smoke. So, I've come to the conclusion that pregnancy is difficult.
"V, I feel like shit." I whine, slumping down on my bed. "Me too. So much nausea!" She takes a seat next to me. "When are you planning to tell Jughead? Or your mom?" She asks, straightening her white hairband, keeping the short dark hair from her eyes. "Mom already knows. She said I should get an abortion, which was exactly what she told Polly. I don't want to though. I want to keep my baby." I pause, putting my pale hands onto my baby bump. "With Jughead.. I don't know. I'll probably leave a message on his phone. I can't bare to see him face to face." I sigh.
There's some silence, in which I practice the exact words I would say to Jug, when I tell him I'm carrying his baby.. "Do you have any baby names?" I ask. "Yes! For a girl, I was thinking Raven or Luna, and for a boy.. Onyx? What about you?" She smiles, stretching her arms. "For a girl, maybe Crystal. For a boy, Xavier." I respond.
Soon enough, Veronica leaves to go back home, and I decide that Ive gathered enough courage to call Jughead. "Hey, Betty." A soft voice smiles. "Hi, Jug. I have something that I want to talk about." He sighs, "What is it? We haven't spoken in a while." "I'm pregnant." I whisper, desperate for a positive answer.
There's silence. I wait for a while. "Jug? Are you there?" I ask, slightly terrified. "Yeah. I'm here." He pauses, "I'll help you raise the baby." He concludes. "Really? That's great. Thank you." I've never smiled so hard in my life.
I woke up, feeling fresh. Not the usual dizziness and fatigue.
As usual, I got dressed in an outfit that isn't tight, which in this case was a bright yellow dress. Then, I braided my waist long hair down my back, slipped on some flats, and scurried on to school.
I spotted the raven haired girl smooching Reggie, which wasn't a surprise. "Betty!" Called a voice from behind. "Jug? What's up?" I ask, worried. He took my arm, and grabbed me into the dimly lit janitors closet. "Betts, I think we should start a relationship again. I love you so much, I've never stopped." He pleaded, holding my hands.
I still love him too, but I'm not sure if I can trust him again. It's too far of a stretch. "Jug, I'm not sur-" I was cut off by his mouth against mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss back. His lips tasted sweet, like apples and cinnamon. And they were soft, like a baby's blanket. Although he came in with such force and aggression, the kiss itself was subtle. I tangled my pale hands in his luscious black hair, and his were placed on my lower back. I pulled back to breathe, and took a minute to stare into his beautiful green eyes. I had noticed that they matched the colour on his Serpent jacket. "You're so fucking adorable." He whispered, before drowning me with a subtle kiss. It's time for class, Jug." I smile, pulling back. "We can skip it." He said, in a husky voice. I thought about this option, but then decided that it would be better to go. "You can come over this evening." I smirked, unlocking the door, and springing out of the room. I could hear a soft chuckle before disappearing into my chemistry class.
I was really cheerful to have Jughead back. I could finally continue to laugh, cry, cuddle, and kiss. Also, Cheryl and Toni have also gotten back together. I haven't heard much from her lately, but I'm guessing that the whole process of getting back was a lot to handle. That evening, I called Veronica explaining what had happened at school, and that Jug and I were together again. She was really supportive, and excited which I'm happy about.
"Betty?" Jug knocks on the door. "Hey." I say, as he walks in. I was sitting on my vanity chair, perfecting my mascara. "You don't have to wear makeup to impress me." He smiles, bringing me closer. I could feel the warmth of his body. "I'm not, it's for me." I giggled softly, placing my hands around his neck. He picked me up, so that my legs were around his waist, and placed me onto the bed. Our lips connected, in a fiery, aggressive kiss, unable to contain ourselves. Jug's hands cup my face tightly, making it more passionate. He softly kisses up and down my neck. I let out little whimpers. He works his way back to my smooth lips. As we kiss I roll him over and lay on top of his strong, muscular body. I run my lips up his neck and land a intense kiss on his lips. Then, I pull back, satisfied. "How were you able to flip me?" He asks, surprised. "I'm not weak." I reply, raising a brow. Then I kiss his cheek and stand up.
We are on the path of a hell of an adventure..
