No one ever said that it would be this hard

Chapter 12

♾ Betty ♾

*1 week later*

Today we hopefully had our last appointment at the doctor, because of Jughead. I was getting a bit anxious about it but I think that Jughead was even more nervous than me.

"Hey, you okay, Juggy?" I asked, giving his hand a slightl squeez. He just nodded, humming shakily. I still could see that he was extremely nervous, he was shaking, fiddling with either the hem of the sleeves of his hoodie or with my fingers. He also was constantly spacing out and bouncing with his leg "hey... I bet that everything will look great, Juggy" he nodded again and really tried to calm down.

The doctor walked in.

"Good news Mr. and Mrs. Jones" I looked over at him and squeezed his hand again. The doctor opened his file and shortly looked over it "the x-ray looks good. Your hip has healed completely" I smiled, looking over to him.

"Those are amazing news, Juggy!" he nodded, though he didn't seem all too happy. My smile faded and I looked at him concerned "Aren't you happy?"

"Of course I am. I'm just a little nervous"

"There is nothing to worry about. Also, you finally don't have to use the crutches. But slow down. Don't overwork or do too many things for right now, also don't lift anything too heavy" the doctor explained and he nodded again. After we were done, having talked a bit more of where he needed to maybe step down a bit, we said goodbye and then walked out of the hospital. Though before we got back to Archie's, I stopped and turned him around, so he had to look at me.

"What is up, Jug? I thought you would be happy to finally get rid of the crutches"

"I am... but now there is no excuse for me to stay at Archie's..." he mumbled, looking down. So that's what this was about. I sighed and rested my hand on his cheek.

"Hey... we will figure this out. Also, we can stay at yours"

"The trailer, really?" he asked in disbelief, scoffing.

"What? Not a good idea?"

"You really want to go there, with my dad...?"

"Yeah... I mean, it's not the biggest but it's better then living on the street, right? I mean, where else could we go? My mom doesn't want me home, plus she practically hates you. Archie doesn't want us either. So, where else then the trailer?" he shrugged.

"I don't know..."

"So the trailer, okay?" he cringed.

"I'm not sure, Betty..."

"Why? What is the problem?"

"You know that my dad is an alcoholic, right? And then he gets abusive" Jug mumbled the second half.

"I get it, Juggy, but we have to stay somewhere" he sighed.

"I know... I just want to say that it can be complicated over there. Besides, the Southside is like the least safest place that you could go when you are being pregnant"

"I get it, I do, really. But don't worry. We will be fine. Besides, I have you to protect me, right?"

"If you say so" I smiled and then kissed him before we continued to walk over to Archie's house. I could tell that Jughead was still nervous, but it looked better now. Nevertheless, I continued to try and calm him down. I reached out for his hand and he intertwined our fingers. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back and seemed to slightly calm down.