First Day of My Life

Epilogue- 4 years later

"Hey, baby, you off the plane?"

"Yeah, but I can't find my way out," I whined. "This airport is so confusing."

"Just follow other people or look for exit or baggage claim signs."

"It's too big and confusing. I'm a minute away from starting to panic."

"Hey," Jughead said softly, making me shut up and listen to him. "Take a deep breath, alright?" He waited until I did it and then breathed out with me. "Good. Now look around and see if there's an exit sign anywhere."

"I see one," I breathed.

"Good, now follow all the signs and get out here. I need to hug you."

I chuckled. "Alright. Thanks."

"No problem, Betts. I love you and I'll see you in fifteen minutes. Don't forget your baggage."

"Love you." As we ended the call, I started moving already, sliding my phone to my back pocket. I was finally back home, and I was going to see my fiancé and hug him and kiss him and have sex. Hopefully, he had taken care of our car while I was away; we really needed to drive fast to get home.

As I walked through the huge New York airport, memories ran through my mind. How he published his first book by himself, how people were amazed by it, how I saw him in Toronto at his book tour. I remembered all the times in the past few years that we had traveled together in Europe, with his laptop and notebook always ready while I was practicing outside in the snow. I remembered the memories we had from when we were kids, the way we always had something to talk about, and the way I felt about him. And before walking through the sliding glass doors, I smiled to myself, remembering him proposing to me in our bed, spontaneously. Now I had a ring on my finger, enjoying the long engagement.

"Come here," Jughead said quietly when I reached him. We wrapped each other up in tight warm hugs, and stood there for a while, just shutting everybody out, living in our own small bubble.

"I missed you," I whispered, still holding onto him. "I love you so much. I can't be away from you anymore."

"I might have some good news about that," he whispered into my ear and pressed two kisses down my jawline before planting one right onto my mouth.

"Good news?" I breathed in relief. "Did you get the job?"

"You gotta wait till we get home," he teased. I smiled and kissed him once more before taking his hand. "You are going to love it though," he said, pulling my huge suitcase after us.

"Is it... Related to your job?"

"Maybe."

"Is it related to our wedding?"

"Also, a maybe."

"Juggie," I chuckled.

"You gotta wait till we get home." He kissed my cheek. "I love you."

Once I was seated on Jughead's bed in one of his shirts and he was lying down next to me, casually staring at me as I ate an apple, I met his eyes. "So?" I asked when I had swallowed the bite. "What's the big news?"

He smirked. "You wanna know?"

"Yes," I chuckled. "If it's something that you say is great, I'm happy."

He chuckled and pushed himself onto his forearms and leaned on them, face closer to mine now. "I got a job."

I smiled. "I knew you'd get it, baby," I said and leaned down to give him a kiss. "I'm proud of you."