never have to ask me that

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creds to @candlellight via archiveofourown.

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"Hey Jug!" FP called out into the trailer but got no response

closing the door he silently makes his way to his sons room, where, he is greeted by not one but two people in there.

he wants to ask why the hell Cheryl Blossom is in his sons bed but they're both asleep at the moment so that will have to wait.

Jughead never ceases to amaze him.

He hears feet shuffling through the small hallway about half an hour later.

they don't even see him sitting on the couch

"quit hogging the coffee Forsythe." Cheryl flicks his ear and Jughead swats it away. "Shhh" he grins taking a sip, he hands it to her as an offering which she takes.

FP finds this a good moment to let his presence be known.

"how was your guys nap?" He asked not looking up from his newspaper, but he can hear Jughead chocking on the coffee and Cheryl letting out a small yelp.

Cheryl is the first one out of the duo to regain herself

"Good evening Mr. Jones" Cheryl smiles politely which is kinda weird since he threw her dead brother into a lake but oh well.

"Evening Ms. Blossom, you alright there jug." He asked slyly, finding the glare his son fixes him with amusing.

"I'm fine just took me by surprise." Jughead Rolls his eyes, FP 'mmhms' as a response.

"so how long you two been going out?" He turns back to his newspapers, Cheryl speaks up when it's clear Jughead won't.

"Well, Forsythe and I have been going out hmm six months now?" She turns to Jughead who nods and to affirm this fact.

"he been treating you right?"

"dad-"

"shh Jug I need to know if my sons been treating his girl right."

Cheryl smiles and nods, "He's a true gentleman Mr. Jones."

"it's FP kid, Mr. Jones makes me feel old" FP cracks a smile

"you are" Jughead mumbles and FP choses To ignore that comment.

"Well I'm in the mood for pops, shall we Forsythe?"

Jugheas grins.

"never have to ask me that."

FP could see how much they cared for each other just in simple little things and it made a small smile reach his face.


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