This is a very VERY small one shot of how I want this scene to go, BUT I know it won't because the writers hate Falice. Anyways...
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Fp hasn't been himself at all lately, and Alice couldn't blame him. His son was dead, she knew what it partly felt like with thinking Charles was dead and whatnot, but she knew he had it so much worse.
He'd get home late, crawl into bed with her and hold her close. She would always turn around in his arms and place a loving kiss on his lips, before cuddling into him as she tried to give him as much comfort as she could.
It was the morning after the little funeral they had for Jughead, all she did that day was comfort her daughter, Jellybean and FP. She was heartbroken too, as she considered the young boy one of her own, but she knew she was the least affected by it all.
She woke up, reaching for FP to only feel the coolness of the sheet. She slowly opened her eyes, finding him no where to be seen. She sighed as she looked at the alarm clock, knowing he was probably already in the office and didn't want to wake her.
She didn't want to lounge in her pyjamas though, so she quickly got dressed, put a few curls in her hair, put on some light makeup and went downstairs, expecting FP to have left for work already. But to her surprise, he was sitting at the island.
"Good morning, honey." She greets, coming up behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders, leaning her head to the side of his.
"Morning." He grumbled, fixated on the paperwork in front of him.
"Babe, how long have you been looking at this paperwork?" She asks him, rubbing his shoulders slightly.
"Not long, I just wanna figure out what happened." He mumbled.
She sighed before nodding her head. "Don't you have to go into the station soon?"
"Yeah, I should go in about five minutes."
"Okay, I'll pour you some coffee in a to-go mug." She kisses his cheek before making her way over to the cabinets to look for a mug.
She hears him growl and turns around to find his glasses thrown on top of the paper work, as he placed his head in his hands.
She sadly sighs before walking towards him, placing the mug on the island, and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Breathe, Baby. Breathe." She coaches him, and he does.
He lifts his head up to look at her, and she softly smiles at him. It calmed him down immediately, and he sadly smiled back. She picked up his glasses, and placed them back on his head, caressing his cheek before returning to pour his coffee in the mug.
Betty's footsteps travel down the stairs, before she made her way to the kitchen to find FP deep in paperwork.
"Anything new, Mr. Jones?" She worriedly asked.
"I wish I could say there was, Betty." He sighed, not bothering to look at her.
"I think I know who did it." She admits, causing the two heads to snap up to look at her. "Those preppies at StoneWall. They always had it out for him."
FP and Alice share a look before looking back at her.
"I don't know Betty, I'll-I'll see what I can find."
"Okay, Mr. Jones." She sadly smiles before quickly scurrying off to school.
Alice had put the cover on the little travel mug and slid it in front of FP, who looked at her gratefully.
"Well I guess I should get going." He lets out, grabbing all of his paperwork.
He's about to stand up but she stops him. Placing her hands on his shoulders and looking at him with loving eyes, hoping to bring him any hope.
"I love you, FP." She moves her hand to scratch his beard.
"I love you too, Al. Thank you." He tells her.
She smiles before leaning down and connecting their lips in a tender kiss. FP would never get tired of how comforting she was to him, she was his rock.
He stood up with his files, grabbed his coffee, kissed her once more and walked out the door knowing that the day might bring him more pain, but he was able to come home to his soulmate, the love of his life, his rock, and he was grateful for that.
