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Chapter 10

"Snowww," Willow whined, wiggling in Jughead's arms to get to go and play and explore. This was the first snow she remembered. This was the first Christmas she could understand. They knew she was going to forget when she was older, but Betty and Jug wanted it to be special for her.

"Baby, aren't you hungry?" Betty asked, saving Jughead from the situation.

"Ungy."

"Yeah. What if we go eat at first and then see grandma and grandpa and later play in the snow, huh?"

She stopped wiggling but kept looking at the white snowy hills longingly. Jughead kissed her chubby cheek as Betty opened the door for them all to get inside. "Hey Pop," the two said at the same time, the very old man smiling at them behind the counter.

"Hi kids. Back at home?"

"Yeah, we're here for Christmas," Jughead smiled. They had spent thanksgiving in New York with Veronica, Sweet Pea, and Mila, while Toni, Cheryl, and the others had come here. With little kids, the six-hour drive was horrible enough to make two or three times a year and they weren't in the mood for their moody toddler having tantrums all the way there.

"I heard you're waiting for another child," he smiled as Jug placed Willow to sit on the counter, wanting to undress her from the thick snowsuit she was wearing. "I am so happy for you two."

"We are," Betty smiled as the man's eyes moved onto her belly. "And thank you. How are you doing here? Are the new kids as good customers as Jug once was?" she smirked.

"I don't think anybody could eat the number of burgers in one day like Jug does," the old man laughed, Betty giggling with him as Jughead just rolled his eyes with a grin, picking their baby back up, now only in a cute Christmas themed dress and grey tights.

"Seriously though, you doing okay?" he asked as well, looking worried. "How's your health."

"I'm an old man already. Don't worry about me, I'm doing so much better than the others my age," he smiled cheerfully as always, even though Betty and Jughead both did look worried. "I'm getting more and more tired every day. I'm going to the hospital soon, but my grandson is taking this place over in a few days," he smiled happily at the last fact.

Jug smiled sadly, not able to think about the fact that the man he had known for his whole life was so old now that he had to go to a hospital, probably until the rest of his life. "I hope you gave him all the knowledge about how to make the best burgers and milkshakes in the world," he said sincerely.

"He's actually in the kitchen today," the older man chuckled. "You can try it out."

"Right," Betty smiled sadly as well. She could see his glassy eyes and knew they had to leave him alone now before he broke down. "Well, could we get out usuals? And another vanilla milkshake and a plate of fries, with the guacamole sauce you make?"

"Sure," he chuckled, looking at their child on Jughead's lap for a moment. "She looks so much like you, Betty."

The blonde smirked, looking at her daughter's green eyes and curly (and bouncy) blonde hair. "She does, yeah."

"I hope the next one does, too," Jug smiled.

"I hope not," she whispered and passed him with a kiss onto his cheek, walking towards their usual booth that she had become comfortable with ever since she moved there when she was 15.

"It's a boy!" Betty exclaimed with a bright smile when Veronica walked in, Mila on her lap. The raven-haired woman rolled her eyes at her best friend, sitting down on the opposite couch.