Dreamers

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J POV
I got home and carried Betty to the bedroom. I get her changed into one of my shirts, and under the covers. "Will you stay with me?" she asks. I get in, and she tucks into my side. I kiss her head, and she falls asleep. Scarlett peeks her head in and I nod. She steps in and sets a glass of water on Betty's bedside table. "Thank you munchkin." I say quietly. She nods and heads back out the door. Betty moves a little, and looks up at me. "You're gonna get sick." she states. "I don't care, as long as I get to take care of you." I say. She nods and rests her head on my chest. "But Juggie, you don't need to get sick." she complains, moving away from me. "Well that's too bad, because I don't care." I say, and try to pull her closer to me, but she moves my hands. "I care. I don't want you sick." she says. "I'm not gonna get sick." I say. "Yea, you will." she says. "Nope. I can 100% guarantee that I won't get sick." I try to pull her closer again. "Stop jughead." she slaps my hands away. "Please Betts. I just want you to feel better." I say. "No." she says, and gets up. "Where are you going?" I ask. "The bathroom officer." she says.

B POV
I get through in the bathroom and head to the living room. I get a blanket, and lay on the couch. I turn the tv on, and Scarlett walks past the living room, but steps in after passing to do a double take. "What are you doing in here?" she asks. "Trying to get comfy." I sigh. "Then why aren't you in bed?" she replies. "Because I don't want to get your dad sick." I say and she chuckles. "He has never gotten the flu, ever. Whenever I got the flu, which is usually every year, he never got it." she says. "That doesn't mean he won't get it." I state. "I've literally never seen dad sick. He has a very high immune system." she says. "Yea. Yea. Will you go get me a pillow?" I ask. She nods and heads to the bedroom.

S POV
"What do you need munchkin?" Dad asks. "Mom is trying to get comfy on the couch, because she doesn't want to get you sick. She told me to get her a pillow." I say and he chuckles. "How come you never get sick, like ever? I know you have a high immune system, but still." I say. "I got sick a lot when I was a kid. Now, I don't really get sick. Let me take her the pillow. We don't need you sick as well." he chuckles. "How come my immune system isn't any higher? I've gotten the flu almost every year." I state. "I don't know munchkin." he grabs the pillow and stands.

J POV
I walk into the living room, and there she is, curled up with a blanket covering her. I kneel next to her. "You know, the bed is ten times comfier than the couch." I whisper. She looks up at me. "I'm cold." I hear her teeth chatter. "Do you want to go to bed?" I ask. "You're gonna get sick." she states. "How long have you known me?" I raise an eyebrow. "Years." she says. "Have you ever seen me sick?" I ask and she shakes her head. I get the blanket off her and carry her to bed. She clings to my shirt. "I've got you." I whisper. She nods and I set her gently on the bed. I hand her the pillow, and she curls, cuddling the pillow. I chuckle and kiss her head. I hear little snores coming from her, and I slowly leave the room. I make her some soup, and take it back to her.

B POV
I heard the door open, and turned to see jughead. "Hey jug." I say. "Hey love. I brought you some soup." he says, setting the bowl on the nightstand. He helps me sit up, and hands me the bowl. I grin at him and start eating. He sits next to me, rubbing my leg. I finish the bowl and set it on the nightstand. "Thank you. It was delicious." I smile. He nods and gets in next to me. I wrap my arms around his torso, and rested my head on his chest. "Goodnight Baby. I love you." he says. "Mmmmmm night. Love you." I mumble. He chuckles and kisses my head.

J POV
"I feel better, I swear!" Betty exclaims. "I don't care. You still have a fever. You're not going to work today." I say and she pouts. "Please." she begs. "No. Get some rest." I say and she huffs. She turns away from me and I kiss her shoulder. "No." she says, but I kiss up her neck. "No what?" I ask. "No." she says and turns to face me. I kiss her lips and she rest her head on my chest.

B POV
We pulled up at the bar, and jughead was helping me walk. Everyone was cheering. It was a school day, so all the junior serpents were at school. Since Scarlett's birthday is tomorrow, the older serpents are decorating the bar, and we'll come back tomorrow for the party. "Can I do something?" I ask. "You can sit on the bar, and fill balloons up with helium." Fp says. I grin and they help me on the bar. I get a few done, and fangs was tying strings to them. One gets out of his grip, and floats to the ceiling. He curses under his breath and I laugh. "You're not getting that!" I laugh. "All I need is a latter." he grins. "No. It's to high up. It'll be fine up there." I say, "I don't want you falling and breaking you neck." "Awe. You care about me." he covers his heart and grins. "Nah. I don't need a dead body in the bar." I tease. He slaps my arm, and we laugh some more. We get finished with the balloons, and he helps me down. I loose my balance some, but he steadies me. "Thank you." I grin. "Anytime." he matches my grin. I head upstairs to the office. I walk in and he was in a meeting. I quietly walk back out and look for something to do until the meeting is over.

J POV
I finished up with the meeting and Betty came in a few minutes later. "Hey. How do you feel?" I ask. "I'm fine. We got the balloons done, well minus one." she giggles. "What happened?" I ask. She steps closer to my desk. "Fangs was tying the strings and lost his grip on one, and I wouldn't let him use the latter to get it." she says. I smile and shake my head. She stands in front of my desk. "What else do they need to get done?" I ask. "I believe we need to get a cake, and they are almost done down there." she moves closer. She rests one of her hand on her little bump on her stomach. "And How is the baby?" I ask, working on my computer. "The baby is fine." she states. I look up from my computer, and she is right in front of me. I rest my hands on her waist, and kiss her bump. She giggles and straddles me. "What is my queen doing?" I smirk. "I'm sitting on the kings lap." she whispers in my ear. She rests her head on my shoulder, and someone came in. "JB." I say. "Y'all need a sign for the door." she has a disgusted look on her face. "What do you want JB?" I ask. "We are finished decorating. Do you want someone to get the cake?" she asks. "Yea." I say. She nods and leaves, closing the door behind her. I chuckle and kiss Betty's head. She moves a little, and looks up at me. "We aren't gonna be able to do this when I get bigger." she says sadly. "Who says?" I grin. "Me." she states. I shake my head and rest my chin on her head. "Tired?" she asks. "No. Just thinking." I say. "About?" she giggles. "Our family." I say softly. She smiles and nuzzles her head against my chest. "What about it?" she asks. "Just that, it's growing, and it's perfect." I whisper.