A Falice Story

39. Meet Your Dysfunctional Family

FP's POV

"Is it okay for me to go get the kids?" I ask Alice, getting up from where I was sitting, "JB is chomping at the bit to get in here."

She smiles and nods, barely removing her attention from the baby--which I completely understand, considering how adorable she is. Alice and I have spent almost an hour bonding with our new daughter, opting out of having the kids barge in the minute after her arrival, as Alice wanted to look 'at least somewhat presentable,' before our visitors were allowed to enter. I for one, think she looks beautiful, she's glowing even more now than she was before. Her hair is pulled back into a loose bun and she insisted on touching up her makeup. She did decide that messing with her contact lenses was too much of a hassle and she'd just stick with glasses--which I love when she wears. She looks so sexy in them. 

I kiss Alice and then lean over to press a kiss against Isla's cheek, "I'll be back in a minute with your siblings," I say softly, exiting the room with a permanent smile plastered to my face.

As I walk down the hallway towards the waiting room, the first to see me is JB who must have been napping, as she pops her head off of Gladys' lap and runs over to me, "Can we see her now? Pleeeeeaaaaaaase?!" she whines, clasping her hands together and sticking out her bottom lip.

"I take it you're pretty excited to meet your little sister?" 

She rolls her eyes (kid learned that from Alice), "Well, duh!" 

"Well, let's go see her then!"

JB's face lights up and she takes off down the hallway, waving to myself, Betty and Jughead to catch up, "Come on, you slowpokes!"

She stops outside of Alice's room, waiting for me to give her the go-ahead. I push open the door and JB enters, her jaw dropping when she sees the baby.

"Hi, sweetheart," Alice says, waving her over, "Come and say hi to your little sister."

JB slowly goes over and stands next to Alice's bed, "She's so little! And so cute--guys she's so cute!"

Betty and Jughead follow her, smiles on both of their faces, "She's beautiful, mom--FP," Betty says, sitting on the bed next to Alice.

JB notices that Betty has a closer view of her baby sister than she does, and takes the liberty of sitting next to Alice on the other side of the bed.

"She's a cute little nugget," Jughead comments. 

"Of course you'd compare the baby to a type of food, you doofus," JB says, making all of us laugh. "Hey, it was a compliment!" he defends himself, standing beside Betty.

"Alright, she's finally here. You gotta tell us her name now!" Betty demands, clearing anticipating the much awaited name reveal the most. She did snoop through every sheet of paper in the house trying to find it after all. 

I look at Alice, who smiles, and looks between the three kids, "Isla Addison Jones."

"Aw, really? I was way off. That's so sweet, I love it," Betty says running her finger across the top of the baby's head, "She looks like a little Isla."

"I love it too," JB says, touching her little sister's hand. 

"I'd like to shake your hand Alice," Jughead comments, "I am honestly amazed that this baby is not Forsythia Jones II."

I punch him in the shoulder, "Would you get over that? It was cute back in the day," I tell him, trying to make a point. He smirks and pats my shoulder, "But was it though?"