Bughead Oneshots // Compilation

"You're softer, Betts."

Song: "Sunset Lover" by Petite Biscuit

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|| THIRD PERSON ||

Betty and Jughead decided that it would be best if they returned to Riverdale after pursuing their degrees in New York City.

They now had their own house in the Northside of town, both had steady sources of income—Betty inherited the Riverdale Register and Jughead landed did freelance editing and writing jobs for different companies, but among all their achievements at such young ages, Jughead being twenty-five and Betty just twenty-four, what was most important to them was that they were married.

They have been for the past three years.

Much to Alice's dismay, the young couple decided to get married in while still in college, although with the amount of work they had both in university and outside the university in NYC, they haven't really been that hands-on with the concept of starting their own family.

That was until six months ago, when Betty found out that she was pregnant. The news was, of course, well received by Jughead, who started to jump and twirl her around with joy.

"Juggie?"A voice called from behind him, soft and gentle in the dark. Jugead was seated by his desk, adjacent to their bed, wearing only a pair of pajama pants. His glasses were carefully balanced on the bridge of his nose—his eyesight started to grow poor over the years, mostly because of his exposure to his laptop too much in the dark. He didn't mind getting glasses, though, because Betty said it made him look more mature and apparently, hotter on a new level.

Jughead turned to look at his pregnant wife, who was now propped up on her elbows on the bed, the silk sheets now draped over her body, unable to cover certain parts of her upper chest, revealing that she was naked underneath the sheets. He wasn't surprised, though, since the pregnancy hormones has made her extra...frisky, to say the least.

"Yes, baby?"He asked, eyes skimming over the bump of her belly that the sheets weren't able to conceal. He was once again reminded of how lucky he was, that his loving wife was now carrying their child, half of her and half of him, inside her. It never failed to put a smile on his face, knowing that in a few months' time, he will be carrying his son in his arms.

"Come back to bed, it's freezing and it's late."Betty whined, moving so that Jughead could reclaim his spot beside her and cuddle her as she slept.

"Just a few more minutes, babe."He told her, quickly scanning over his latest work to check for errors before he shut down his laptop and climbed back into bed, immediately scooping his wife in his arms and pulled her closer to his chest.

"Better now?"

"You're so warm, baby."Betty told him, her voice muffled and her eyes already closed. "And you're so soft."

"You're softer, Betts."Jughead chuckled softly, placing a kiss on her forehead. "And rounder, more filled out, curvier—you've achieved a new level of sexiness, love."He complimented her.

"Whatever you say."She playfully rolled her eyes at him and leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. It was soft, tender, passionate and equally full of love.

"I love you, Juggie."

"I love you too, Betts."

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Just a little fluffy something before I pass out and sleep like the dead.