Bugheads Baby

Greendale

Bettys pov
"Remember Betty. You can come back whenever you want if it doesn't work out" Kevin takes me in a hug and says "I'll miss you, baby girl." "Thanks, Kev. I have to do this though, if not for me at least for my baby. I have to give him a chance." "You have a heart of gold baby girl." "Bye Kev."

I leave his house and wait for Jug. He pulls up on his motorcycle, hops up taking off his helmet and pulls me by my waist so that we are touching. "Thank you for giving me a second chance," he says. I blush and he pulls me into a kiss. I missed that spark that I got we he kissed me, as I could melt into his touch and our tongues would playfully interact with each other. I break us apart and say "Let's not start something that we can't finish." "Oh trust me, we will," he replies.

He gives me a helmet and we get on his bike. It's been a week since he's found out about the baby. When he first found out, I admit that I didn't take it well, blaming him for prying which he then apologised for, which only made me madder and I was yelling at him for doing nothing wrong. The serpents got the worst of it I imagine. I had put Jug in a bad mood after telling him to give me space and Tony told me that my actions have a domino effect. She said, "when your unhappy, Jugheads unhappy, which means the serpents are unhappy." I really hadn't realised that, which made me re-think a few things. I'm broken from my thoughts when I see Jughead pull over. "We're here already?" I ask him. "No. Just have to get gas." "Ok." He gives me a peck on the mouth and we get off the bike and begins to fill up the tank, "I'm going to go inside to pay for it," I tell him. He tries to hand me his wallet but I put my hand up in protest. I go inside the petrol station and pick up a magazine on the way to the counter. "Road and Track? Good issue," the man at the counter says. "I'm sorry?" He points to the car magazine that I had purchased. "Oh right," I say. I figured that Jughead is going to have to buy a car for when the baby is born.

We get back on the bike and are off again. Juggy is taking me to the house I never knew he owns in Greendale. The scenery on the way there was beautiful, we flew past it and it was like a fleeting memory. The grass was blanketed by a layer of dew, that only heightened its green exterior. The highway kept on going until it met up and kissed the blue sky on the horizon. I sat closer to Jug and leaned my helmet against his back. It felt serene. Like we really could be a good family for this baby, before I knew it I was closing my eyes and just enjoying this moment.

We arrive at his house. I stand in awe. For a gang leader, it's modern and large, It has a front yard and is three stories high. "Jug, it's stunning." "It has a pool too, and just wait until you see the inside." We walk in and it opens straight up to a kitchen and entertaining space that was huge. It has floor to ceiling glass windows and a stunning pool out the back. He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. "Ahhhh, Jug!" I laugh, "Careful of the baby! haha." He places me down at the top of the grand staircase. He points the right, "Three guest bedrooms and bathroom. To the left are a movie theatre and a study." He holds my hand and we go up to the third floor. "On this floor is a second kitchen, our room with an ensuite and walking in closet and right next door will be the baby's room." "Hold up a moment Jug. I never said that this baby and I were going to live with you," I cross my arms and tell him. He sigs and says, "I know that I have been the worst boyfriend in the history of all boyfriends..." "Your not wrong," I say, "but continue." "Betty, I promise you, that I will be the best father to our child and I will love you forever, in sickness and in health." "I'll have to think about it." "Great! That's all I want" he says.

He takes me down to the baby's room and opens the door. Inside is a large space with white walls and a pink feature bae-window that has cushions and cuddly toys. A cot lay in the corner of the room and a large playpen with a rocking chair was next to it. Empty photo frames line the walls, which are to be filled with memories we make together. I'm in complete awe. "Do you like it?" he asks me. "Jug, are you kidding... I love it." I start to tear up, God these hormones are so inconvenient. He opens a connecting door from the baby's room, it is slightly smaller room and it is divided into two sides, one is a bathroom with a toilet closest to us, which is followed by a sink and then shower bath. Then the bathroom floor then changes to the carpet where there are two empty hanging racks and a set of draws. "This is still for the baby?!" I ask.