My Everything ~ Jarchie

Thirty-Nine

Jughead

The day before we have to leave Paris. The day that I have been looking forward to the most. The day we go up to the Eiffel Tower, after dinner. A perfect romantic evening. Currently it was now five, we go to dinner at five-thirty.

I got dressed in a flannel then got some black jeans, the restaurant was that fancy, but not normal footwear you should wear there either, I then placed my beanie on my head. I walked out and Archie had on a nice black long sleeve dress shirt with some jeans. I smiled, "you look nice" he blushed slightly then smiled at me, "do so you, so let's get going."

We walked hand in hand to the nice restaurant that was just a few blocks from the hotel that we stayed at. We sat down, ordered some food and wine. We just talked and talked for what seemed like hours. We were in there when the sunset until it was pitch black.

When eventually left and we headed to the Eifel Tower. We took an elevator up and there was nobody up there except us. I stood against the balcony. Archie took a picture of me and him with the incredible view of Paris. We could hear the music they played down below. He grabbed my hands and brought them up to his shoulders, I smiled, "what are you doing Andrews?" he pressed ginger to my lips, "Andrews? No clue who that is? I'm Archie Andrews Jones" I rolled my eyes, "well nice to meet you, I'm Jughead Andrews Jones."

He shakes my hand and we begin dancing, "how weird that a stranger has the same last name as me" I nodded in agreement, "you know my husband will not be happy if he finds out I'm dancing with another man" he smiles "well he doesn't have to find out now does he? I'm guessing he's handsome, sexy, funny, smart, strong-" I kissed him and giggled when we pulled away from each other for air, he looked shocked, "your husband would be very upset if he found out about this" I rolled my eyes, "well he doesn't need to find out about it, now does he?"

The Next Day.
It felt good to be back home in our house, I missed it a lot. Archie added pictures to the shelves in our room of Paris and a little Eiffel Tower statue to the picture of me and him on top of the tower, then he, of course, had to put the embarrassing picture of me with the mine, then a picture of me with a little French hat on, and one of him too, he wore it good I must say. I stuck the hats next to the pictures.

It felt good to be back at the home, yet I didn't really leave home though, home is where my Archie is. I unpacked my suitcase, I got up, I stopped and gripped the closet door, I saw stars. I eventually could see, I was really dizzy, "hey Jug what do you want for dinner?!" he shouted, his voice echoed in my ears, "how about Pops?!" "good idea babe" I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. Hopefully it will pass.

Two Months Later

I slowly made my way to the bathroom, I gripped the edge of the counter. I fell to my knees and crawled to the toilet, I lifted the seat and threw up my breakfast. I shakily lifted my hand and dropped it, flushing the toilet.

The knock of the door rang in my ears, "Jug? You okay?!" I wiped my mouth with toilet paper of vomit, "stop banging on the door, it hurts my ears" I leaned against the wall, "just give me a while, I need to catch my breath" Archie stayed quiet, the room was spinning and I had two sets of hands in my vision.

I hear the door open, he sat next to me and ran a hand through my hair, he gently rubbed my knuckles with his thumb, he hands me my toothbrush, I smile at him and place it next to me with my shaky hand. I leaned my head on his shoulder, "you should go, I don't want you to get sick too" he kissed my temple, "in sickness and in health" I smiled, I kept my eyes shut do due the light blinding me, he then gently and slowly slid me into his lap and carefully got up and laid me in bed, he got me a glass of water, I gladly took a sip washing away the foul taste of vomit from my mouth.

He gently took off my jeans and placed me under the covers. He moved my untamed black curls from my forehead, "I'll go get you some advil and some soup okay baby?" I nodded, "thank you, Archie" he then walked out of the room, I placed my hands on my stomach, felt like a was getting hit with a hammer over my stomach.

A few minutes later he came up with some soup, I took a few bites of it and felt better. I then sat up quickly, Archie had a bowl ready and placed it in my lap. My throat burned and I felt like I was suffocating, he rubbed my back and felt my head, "your hot baby" I winked, "so are you" he rolled his eyes and laughed lightly, he went and got a thermometer, he placed it under my tongue, he took it out when it beeped, "your hotter than usual" "I'm taking you to the doctor" I groaned in protest, "no Archie I am fine please, can we just wait until tomorrow?" I whined, he sighed, "fine but as soon as you wake up tomorrow we are going to the doctor, and that's final." He kissed me on the head, "I'll get a few movies for us to watch until you fall asleep, okay?" I nodded, as soon as I heard the creak in the stairs I slowly and with unclear vision walked to the bathroom.

I grabbed a box from the cabinet and sat down keeping my vision straight. I opened the box, a pregnancy test. I did my business, then I waited for the results.

After the five minutes, I quickly turned over the test, positive. I ran out of the bathroom where Archie was waiting for me. He looked confused until he saw what was in my hand, "are you?" I nodded, "I'm pregnant."