Thunderstorm - ENGLISH VERSION || Riverdale Fanfiction

Chapter 3

The next morning I woke up when someone knocked at the door.

I looked at the alarm clock. 9:30.
I had not heard it again.

There was no one to wake me up now.

I shook my head to try to free myself from that thought and got up. Putting on my dressing gown, I reached the door and opened it.

Jughead and Betty stood in front of me.

《Good morning.》

《Good morning...?》

《We brought you breakfast.》

Jughead held up a hand, showing a paper bag with Pop's logo.

《Guys, you didn't have to ...》

《But it's nothing, we thought it would be nice to have breakfast together like we used to.》

I let them in and they sat down at the living room table.

《I'll be right there.》

I went into the kitchen and took out four plates, cups and teaspoons. I took everything on the table and made the second round helped by Jughead. He loaded himself with the coffee pot and a fruit tray, while I ended up setting with milk, sugar, biscuits and more.

《I still don't know how you can turn four donuts into a real brunch V.》

I laughed for the words of the girl and started to serve coffee to my friends.

《It's just some fruit and coffee Betty. And then my golden rule is to always be ready for any eventuality.》

《Where is my nephew?》

Betty looked around the room.

《Still in bed. I'm going to wake him up, so he can join us for breakfast.》

I went into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I gave my baby a kiss on the forehead that made him yawn. His crystalline eyes opened and he held out his arms to me. I lifted him from the blankets and hugged him a little, like a morning cuddle.

《Uncle Jug and Aunt Betty brought us breakfast, would you like to meet them?》

He pulled away from me and looked at me, amazed and happy.

《Really?》

I loved when he deigned to open his mouth, since he usually tended to remain silent, preferring to explain himself through gestures.

I understood his surprise.
Over the years I had spoke about my friends almost idealizing them, transforming our high school adventures in true goodnight fairy tales.

《Sure. Why should I tell you a lie? 》

He shrugged.

《They're dying to see you, are we going?》

Toby looked at himself.

《In my pajamas?》

I looked up at the sky. Nick was obsessed with being always elegant and he had passed it to his son.

《They're family, they won't care how you're dressed.》

《Okay.》

He got out of bed and handed me his little fingers, which I grabbed promptly. Hand in hand, I took him to the living room.

Normally he was a shy child as soon as he met someone new, but he must have recognized Betty from the night before and, connecting her with the idea of ​​the aunt, he ran across the living room to be picked up.