Bughead Oneshots

New, New Life (Maid part 4)

When Betty woke up the next morning, she felt as though she had been hit by a truck. She tried to move but felt a strong arm around her. She looked and saw Jughead peacefully sleeping next to her. He had a single black curl resting on his forehead. Her stomach churned so she quickly flung Jughead's arm off of her and ran to the bathroom. She emptied her guts into the toilet. Jughead sleepily padded behind her and held her hair back. When she finished she sat on the floor with her back against the cool tub. Jughead walked out of the room and Betty started sobbing. He walked back in with a glass of water and a toothbrush. He handed her the water and set the toothbrush down the sink. He stroked Betty's hair and kissed her forehead multiple times in attempts to calm her down. When her tears died down, she slowly drank the water the stood up to brush her teeth. Jughead hugged her shoulders from behind and kissed her shoulder. Betty finished brushing her teeth and turned around in his arms, burying her face in his chest. He rubbed her back and buried his face in her hair, taking in her lilacy scent. "I missed you Betty," Jughead said quietly. "What do you mean you missed me?" She pulled her face out of his chest. He looked down at her. "When you went to work for my dad. I missed having you around and seeing you everyday and I may not have known it then but... I have... feelings for you." Her eyes widened and her stomach fluttered. "I have feelings for you too," she said softly. "I would so kiss you right now but I don't want you getting sick so don't even try," she said and they both chuckled. She buried her face back into his chest and sighed. "You wanna go back to bed?" Jughead asked. Betty simply nodded and picked Betty up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist with her arms rested on his shoulders and her face in his neck. He walked over to his room and laid her down on the bed. He climbed in next to her and pulled the duvet over both of them.  Betty quickly fell asleep, Jughead following right behind her.
When FP returned home later that night, he was shocked to see Betty wasn't there. He looked in her bedroom and notice the roses and card. 'Wonder when those got there?' He thought. He looked throughout the whole house and couldn't find her. There was no note which increased his worry. He rushed over to his son's house, not knowing why but hoping she would be there. He frantically knocked on the door. Jughead quietly groaned and slowly slipped out of the bed, throwing on a shirt. He walked towards the door, rubbing his eyes. He turned the handle and his eyes widened. "Dad?! I thought you weren't going to be home until tomorrow?" "I wasn't but I finished the job early. Anyways have you seen Betty?" He yawned. "Yeah. She's here, sleeping," he said. "Why is she here? What did you do?!" Jughead put his hands up in surrender. "Come in and sit. I'll tell you the whole story," Jughead said, opening the door and gesturing for FP to come in. They both say at the table. "So yesterday, I went over to your house to give Betty a gift to apologize. I finally realized how horribly I treated her and I felt terrible for it. I got her a card, some roses, and a package of chocolates. I gave them to her, apologized, and left. She then later showed up at my house with a new typewriter, notebook, and my regular order from my favorite restaurant. She walked here in the rain and I felt bad so I said she could stay and we would watch a few movies until the storm passed. It never did so I told her she could stay the night. She slept in the guest room but in the middle of the night she threw up and had a fever so I ran her a bath. I went to clean the bed but I didn't have any sheets. They're all dirty so... she slept in my room." His eyes widened. "Where did you sleep?" Jughead clearing his throat. "In my room..." FP smacked his hang against the table and Jughead shushed him loudly. "Boy!" FP shouted. "Dad, she asked me to stay with her." Just then Betty walked down the stairs, now wearing Jughead's smallest pair of sweatpants that were still large on her and clutching her head. "Juggie," she croaked out. She didn't even realize FP was there. Jughead ran up to her. "What's wrong?" Squeezed her eyes shut. "My head hurts," she said squeezing her eyes shut. He grabbed her free hand and used it to lead her to the couch. He sat her down, ran upstairs, ran back down holding something, ran to the kitchen and went back to Betty with a glass of water. He handed her two of the pills from his hand and the glass of water. She drank it and laid down on the couch while he sat next to her and stroked her hair. FP watched the whole scene and his heart warmed to see how much his son really changed. A few minutes later, when Jughead was sure Betty had fallen back asleep, he got up and walked over and sat back in his original spot next to FP. "Anyway, this morning I woke up and Betty got sick again. After we took care of that situation, we went back to sleep because Betty was still exhausted. Then you came over and we started this conversation." FP looked from his son to Betty then back. "I'm proud of you, son," he said. "You realized your mistakes and fixed it to the best of your ability in a short amount of time. You want Betty to come back here?" Jughead looked over at Betty. "She can decide. I want her to be comfortable in whatever situation she chooses." FP have him a weird look. "Oh my goodness. Who are you and what have you done with my son." Jughead rolled his eyes. "Nothing. I'm right here as he same person I was yesterday and the day before and the day before and th-" FP cut him off. "Okay, okay. I get it." They both chuckled and continued to talk about life.
About an hour later, Betty woke up feeling a bit better. She sat up with a small groan but her stomach wasn't agreeing and she rushed to the bathroom. Jughead sprang up and rushed after her. He held her hair and rubbed her back. Once Betty finished, she flushed the toilet and sat down. She started sobbing so Jughead picked her up and set her on his lap, rocking her back and forth. "What's wrong, baby?" She clutched his shirt. "I feel awful. My head is killing me, my hands are shaky, my throat hurts, I feel like I'm going to throw up all the time and, and-" she could finish her sentence. "Hey, hey. It's okay. How about I run you a nice warm bath with lots of bubbles and when your done you can just relax on the couch and watch some TV. How does that sound?" Her cries died down to little sniffles. "That sounds nice. Thank you Juggie," He picked her up bridal style and sat her on the toilet. He turned on the tap, plugged the drain, poured in some bubbles, and went to grab a towel. He came back, set it on the sink, and turned of the tap. "Okay, I'll set out some blankets and pillows on the couch for you. If you need anything call me, okay?" Betty nodded her head and said, "okay." Jughead walked out of the bathroom and back out to the living room. He started searching around the house for the all the pillows and blankets he could find. "Hey is Betty okay?" FP called. He looked his head around the corner to look at his dad. "Yeah, I think she just has a cold from walking here in the rain," he said. He put all the blankets and pillows he found on the couch and set the remote on the little table next to the couch. He walked back over to his dad and sat down. "Betty is going to be hanging out on the couch so I can watch her." FP nodded. "I have to get going anyway but Betty can stay here with you until she feels better and then she can decide who she wants to stay with. I'll be back in a couple of days," FP explained, getting up and grabbing his keys. "Bye dad." "Bye son." As soon as the door closed, Betty walked out of the bathroom. "Hey! How are you feeling?" She walked up to him and hugged his torso. "A lot better, thank you." He kissed the top of her head and she smiled.

About a week later...
"Hey, Betty. How are you feeling?" "I feel all better. Thank you for taking care of me," she said walking up to him. "Is that so?" "Mhmm." Jughead leaned down as Betty leaned up and their lips met in perfect harmony. The kiss lasted about a minute. Then they pulled away for air and rested their foreheads together, breathing heavily. "Oh my dad said if you want you can live here. If you don't want to you can stay with him and my dad asked me but I wanted you to decide because I didn't want you to be uncomfortable and all your stuff is already th-" She cut him off with a kiss. "It's okay, Jug. Of course I'll come live with you." "Why," he asks. "What do you mean, why?" "I mean, I treated you horribly and who's to say I won't again?" She gives him a soft smile. "Because, everyone deserves a second chance." He pulled her into another kiss.
So long story short, Betty ended up moving in with Jughead and they couldn't be happier. They now have been together for 3 years and Betty recently found out she was pregnant. Life was perfect.