One Shots: Book Two

"You're getting a vastecomy. That's final."

Four years later and the Jone's family was growing by one more. Jughead wanted a little boy, a son of his own. Don't get him wrong, though. He loved his daughters and his wife. He just felt like the house needed some more testosterone. Lucky for him he got exactly what he wanted. Their third child was a boy. Jughead was like a kid in a candy store when they found out. This was his chance to help the Jones males stay on the right track. This is someone he can pass down the legacy to. His daughters will marry someday, so he was excited that he was finally being blessed with a boy. He was blessed in general, with three healthy children and a doting wife. So, Veronica and Betty spent months preparing for this little bundle of joy. He remembers when they told Archie and Veronica. "Finally! A nephew!", " Yes! Someone I can teach to play football!" Were the reactions the Jones' got, and of course at the same time.

In the summer heat, Betty gave birth to their son. They gave him the official Jones male name but decided to nickname him, Judas. After the initial greetings to this new addition, the parents were left alone to rest. Sleepily, Betty said "you're getting a vastecomy. That's final." Jughead snorted at that. "I'm serious Jones. I gave you, your son. I'm done."
"Yes ma'am." He replied snuggling his wife, and the boy who was this beautiful mix of his wife and himself closer. He could rest easy knowing he felt absolutely complete. Betty might have drifted to sleep but he couldn't help but stare at this beautiful dark haired blonde boy with sparkling blue eyes and his many freckles. He will have to remember to thank his wife once she is rested enough.