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Chapter 6

"Morning," Jughead said gruffily, running his hand through his raven hair.

"Good morning," Betty smiled, mkaing pancakes for them to eat.

"Hi baby girl," Jug said to Lolo, giving her cheek a few soft kisses before moving on to Betty, letting the baby keep eating the cheerios and splattering them all over the floor also.

When he reached Betty and kissed her, she was eager to answer him th esame way. "Morning hon," he smiled when they pulled away, wrapping his arms around her from the back, his chin resting onto her shoulder. "What are you making?"

"Pancakes. And bacon, if you want to?"

"Are you asking me?" Jughead chuckled.

Betty smiled, looking at him for a moment, their cheeks pressed together. "Sometimes when you have to go to work or something, you don't eat it. I don't know, maybe you don't like it."

"Baby," he groaned. "That's when I'm running late from cuddling with you. I love all the food you make." He kissed her cheek. "And I love you even more."

Betty chuckled softly as he kept kissing her face. "Alright alright, I'll make some."

"I love you," he murmured again.

"I love you too."

Jug kissed her once more before letting her keep making the breakfast. "Hey you. Stop throwing your food around," he told Willow in her seat. The little girl giggled, putting some in her mouth. "There you go," he smiled.

"I honestly prefer her throwing those to her throwing rasberries," Betty told him, serving a plate stacked full of pancakes on the table.

"Me too," Jug smirked, remembering when she had thrown those and he had slipped, after what he also had to clean this all up. "Baby, you got your run in this morning?" he asked with a frown, suddenly realizing he hadn't heard her come or go.

"No, she wouldn't let go of me. But it's okay."

Jughead sighed, stopping the blonde from making food. Betty dropped her eyes immediately, knowing what he was going to say next. "Baby," he said softly, tilting her chin up. "You promised."

"I don't... I don't want you responsible for my kid, Jug," she murmured, dropping her eyes again.

"Betty," Jughead sighed deeply. "When will you understand. This is not hard for me to do. I want to help. And I love both of you. Even if she's not my baby, she likes me and I'm more than happy to help whenever you need a break." He sighed quietly. "Seriously, baby, ask for help when you feel like you need it... Okay?"

Betty nodded, tears threatening to spill. "Okay," she whispered.

Jughead kissed her forehead tenderly, taking her back into his arms. "Do you want to tell me what the real problem is?" he asked quietly. Betty sniffled against his neck, but shook her head. Jug frowned. "What about eating? You in the mood for that?" Betty chuckled softly and pulled her head away from the crook of his neck. "Whatever it is," Jug murmured, facing her now, their noses almost touching. "It's gonna be okay."

"Mama," Willow said, reaching out for Betty who was trying to leave the room.

"Why don't we give mommy a break so that she could go take a nap, huh?" Jug asked, sitting on the floor next to her.

"Mama," she cried, starting to bacisally scream her head off; something she had kept doing for a month already.

Betty sighed, coming back there, and sitting next to them, lifting the baby onto her lap. "See?" she asked, the little girl content now.