The Home I Needed

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

The next morning, Jughead woke up to the sound of giggles. He opened his eyes to see a grey metal ceiling staring back at him through the harsh rays coming through the windows. He blinked as the previous day's events came rushing back to him. He remembered that he accidentally fell asleep with Josh on the couch like he had done so many nights before over the nine months. He heard another round of giggles that he knew so well that made him look down to find his arms empty. Feeling a rush of panic, Jughead sprang up in his seat looking around the room frantically.

"Josh," He called out into the room wincing when his neck protested every movement as he got to his feet to look for his son.

"He's right here," FP said causing Jughead to turn around to see FP sitting at the kitchen table with Josh in his arms. Jughead felt his heart return to his chest as joined them at the table.

"Hey buddy," Jughead said greeting the small boy. Josh gave him a smile which grew when FP handed him a cheerio. Jug chuckles as Josh used his hand to shove it into his mouth. "I see that you have gotten your favorite snack." Jughead then turned to FP as Josh chewed on his food. "Why didn't you wake me?" He asked him.

"You were sleeping good when this little guy woke up," FP explained lightly. "I am guessing by the way you were snoring away, that it has been a while since you had a good rest."

"It has been, but I don't mind getting up with him," Jughead said wiping the drool away from Josh's mouth. "Do you want another?" He asked him holding up the round crisp. Josh took it into his wet hand and in the mouth, it went. "Do you need to be changed?", he asked Josh softly.

"Nope," FP said shaking his head. "I took care of that and I brought all your stuff and put it in the spare bedroom. Is that all the stuff you brought with you?"

"Yep," Jughead sighed dejectedly. "I only took what I could fit into my car. Anything that I left I will have to replace with time."

"Where is he going to sleep?"

"I have his pack and play, but he will probably end up sleeping in the bed with me," Jughead said. "That is what usually happens at some point in the night anyway."

FP nodded. "Well, I hope that you are hungry because every year I go to a friend's house for Thanksgiving and I want you to come with me."

Jughead looked up from Josh, who he'd started teasing by pulling the cheerios out of his reach, causing him to squeal out. "I don't want to impose-," He began to say but his dad waved him off.

"You won't be imposing, Jughead," FP said reassuringly. "You and Josh will be my guests. They tell me every year to bring someone with me and well, this year I am. And I hope you have two or three stomachs because the spread is massive." He added holding his arms wide open.

"They won't mind Josh?" Jughead asked hesitantly. There were not many people who would be so understanding of his choices and he didn't feel like walking into one of those situations any time soon.

"Not at all. The more the merrier they always say," FP sighed glancing at the clock. "We best start heading over there. I promised that I would help with the turkey this year and knowing Alice, she probably will burn the kitchen down."