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Chapter 3

"Betts?" Jughead asked behind her door, knocking on it slightly.

"What?" she asked, "I know I know, stop moving," she said quietly.

Jug smiled, wondering she probably wasn't feeding her daughter anymore and pushed the door open a bit. "You want something to eat?" he asked in a chuckle, seeing that she too was still in her pajamas, much like him.

"Aren't we supposed to go to that breakfast?" Betty smirked, finally done with changing her daughter's diaper, and picked her up.

"Yeah, but we're already late and I'm hungry," he said.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Go get ready, Jug."

"Weren't you supposed to feed her some solids in the morning?" he raised his eyebrows.

"I have my ways," Betty smiled. "Go get ready."

When Jughead had taken a two-minute shower, hair dripping wet, only in his boxers, socks, and jeans, he got a message from Sweet Pea.

Pea: Dude, IDK which one of u is the slow one, but we can't fucking start with the breakfast if the best man, maid of honor and the flower girl aren't here

Pea: Please hurry up, Ronnie is about to kill TT and Cher for not taking Betty with them last night

Jug: We'll be there in 25, start eating, but save all of it for me

Pea: K

When he pulled his shoes on, he moved on to get his shirt, but stopped short, seeing a small baby on the carpeted floor, crawling towards the bookshelf. "Hey you," he said, stopping her from grabbing something from the bookshelf. "What's up?" he asked, crouching down next to her. The baby babbled something to him and he nodded as if he'd understand.

She sat on her knees, looking at him curiously and Jughead smiled when she reached for him, babbling once again. "Betts, can I pick her up or will she start crying?" Jug called.

"Crap, she's there?" Jug laughed at Betty. "If she starts crying, she starts crying."

"Alright," Jug murmured, taking the almost 7-month-old baby into his arms. Willow giggled and dropped her head against his chest. He had seen her do that to Betty too. "You're so cute," he said quietly, giving her a kiss, sitting down on the edge of his bed, holding the little girl upon his lap. "You look like your mommy, you know that, right?"

The baby kept looking at him curiously, her piercing green eyes staring into his as she reached her hand out and touched the stubble on his chin which made her babble once more. "You're drooling," he chuckled, wiping it away with the back of his hand, making her stick out her tongue. "You're like a real person now," Jug smirked. "You know the last time I saw you you couldn't even move. Glad you finally learned that, huh?"

"She learned it faster than most of them," Betty said, smirking on the doorway.

"How old do you have to be?" he asked as she came to them.

"They said they'll crawl after seven months."

"Isn't she seven months?"

"Not yet," Betty smiled, taking her away from Jug so that he could finish getting dressed. "You can't just go away like that, you know that right?" she asked her daughter, nodding at the same time, making the little girl nod as well.

"She's really cute, you know," Jug told her, pulling on a black t-shirt.

"I know, I heard you," Betty smiled, making him narrow his eyes a little. "You're cute, too," she said, exiting the room with Willow on her lap.