Time | Bughead

Chapter Seven

"Okay. Fine, just...I'll come over tomorrow and we can look into it," Betty finalized before looking out the window again at her mother's car in the parking lot and saying, "But I seriously have to go."

"Okay, that's fair. I'll see you tomorrow, Betts," Jughead replied as the blonde walked past him, stopping after the newly-given sobriquet hit her ears. It took Jughead moment to realize it, but he hoped it'd fly under the radar.

Betty turned around slightly with a smile, replying, "You too, Jug," before finally making it out the door and back to Alice's car.

"Hey, honey, what took you so long?" Alice asked, holding the bags as Betty got her seatbelt on. She took the two paper bags and set them on her lap after hearing the click of her belt, taking a breathe as Alice turned her key in the ignition.

"Jughead was there," she replied before turning her head, watching Alice's expression change from neutral to surprised in a matter of seconds. "And I think we're gonna get our son back."

"Betty," Alice sighed sympathetically, about to express her concerns and opposition before Betty cut her off, not even letting Alice begin to explain her side.

"Yes, Mom, I know. I know, I chose to go to the Sisters and let them handle all the adoption stuff, but guess what? You're not his parents, Jughead and I are. And we decided that we're getting him back," Betty snapped.

"And before you ask about 'helping with the boxes', I'm already moving out. Jughead said I can stay at his house with our son."

"Well, it looks like you really have this figured out," Alice replied, her eyes still on the road in front of her as Betty looked out her window, knowing that tomorrow could only bring progress and hoping for the best.

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The next morning, Betty was driven to the Jones' house, finding herself at the front door and knocking. "Dèjá vu,"  the blonde thought to herself before Jughead opened the door and let her in.

"Just so you know, my dad...uh, my dad knows," he warned as the two walked up the stairs to his room, where Jughead's laptop sat open on his desk to websites about adoptive reversals and a Google search for "Can biological parents adopt their kids?"

"Doing your research, I see," the blonde laughed before taking a seat at the edge of his bed. "Jug, what...what happens if we can't get him back?" she asked as he sat beside her.

"I've been looking into it," Jughead said, his hand on her back supportively before motioning to his laptop and remarking, "Obviously," getting a laugh out of the blonde. "And there's no way he's already been finally adopted. The paperwork couldn't have been filed in the forty-eight hours he's been alive."

"So, does that mean we can interfere before it's final?" Betty asked, hoping with every bone in her body that was the case.

"Exactly," Jughead replied with a smile. "We just have to find out what adoption agency the Sisters used and then try to get in contact with the family," he explained. 

"Okay, that...that sounds simple enough," Betty sighed before turning her head to look at the boy beside her, chuckling and remarking, "I guess you could call it a dream come true," as she remembered her dreams from the Sisters.

"It's so weird you say that," Jughead replied with a smile. "The night after I saw your note, I had this dream. You, me, the baby; it was like I was dreaming of the perfect--"

"Family," Betty interrupted, looking into his eyes as he looked into hers. "I had the same dream," she said softly before finding her sense. "But, I mean, what about us? I mean, how do we feel about each other?" 

"Betty, I want to be with you. And I want to be a real family with this baby. I think," Jughead paused, not sure if he could trust himself to spill his guts. "I think I love you...Betty Cooper."

Betty was left speechless, the words hitting her like silver bullets and sending thousands of questions through her head. But then she thought of those dreams and how the thought of them brought her to a fairytale-esque peace.

"And I love you...Jughead Jones."