Bugheads Baby

The shower

Authors note: Thanks to all the people who have sent in comments and votes for my stories, It really helps me to write longer, dramatic, romantic and cohesive stories. Please enjoy this chapter: "The Shower"

Betty pov
I'm 8 months pregnant and nearing my due date. I have decided to move in with Jughead, and he placed multiple new security measures in and around the home. I'm working at the bar and jug comes over to me and jokingly says "You better not be drinking anything your serving." "Oh. Yeah, I'm wasted. Can' t you tell?" I banter back. "Betty, love of my life, gorgeous, sweetheart, baby..." "Yes, Jughead, pain in my ass, fool of all men, miscreant of the southside." "ok, I see your point," he says, "it's annoying, all I was going to say was that you should be in bed and lying down." "You can not confine me to my bed Jug, that is a violation of my civil rights, hahaha." 

"I just don't want you to over-do yourself and get tired." "I woooon't" I sing back at him. "You know, you can always crash in the room I still have upstairs if you get tired." "I know and I do appreciate that, but right now, I need you to get dressed for the baby shower that Veronica's throwing us. "Aghhhh," he says, "I know Juggy, but do it for me... please." "Fine." "Yay!" I squeal. I hear a honk out the front. "That's Kevin," I tell Jug.  I yell out through the bar, "Bye everybody, see you all at 2.oopm sharp." "Bye Betty," they say in unison.

When Kev and I arrive at V's, It's 1.oopm and Tony, Cheryl, Archie, V, Kevin and I are all decorating her place. "Thanks again V for throwing me a baby shower, you didn't have to." "Ohh, please! You're my best friend. How could I not." "Once this baby pops out of me, I am throwing you a wild bachelorette party." "Great" we hear Archie mumble. Which makes everybody laugh. "So what time is jughead arriving," Cheryl asks. "Um, just a little after 2 o'clock." "Ok," she says. 

At 2 o'clock everyone starts arriving and we all gather and sit in the living room. It's already been half an hour and Jughead still hasn't arrived. Veronica, being the best friend ever, fills in for Jughead and reads out the sheet I made him fill in. We begin to play the first game, which is where the parents are asked which features of the baby do we want from Jug or me.

Tony reads out the first one... "The eyes."

V: "Betty's"

B: "Jugs"

Everyone chuckles and sweet pea says "Is this going to be the same every round." Everyone laughs again.

"Alright," Tony continues, "the hair."

V: "Betty's"

B: "Mine"

T: "Emotional responses."

V: "Jughead said... the more Betty the better."

"Awwww," everybody says, and just before I'm about to say my answer, Jughead bursts in, he is clearly drunk, his clothes are dishevelled, his hair is messy, his lips are raw and pink from kissing and he has red lipstick on his shirt. Archie grabs him and drags him off down the corridor. Everyone shifts their gazes to me, pitty and sorrow fill their eyes. "Umm, I'll be right back," I say through an extremely forced smile, but I know everyone can see through my facade. I walk into the bathroom and I start gently slapping Jugs face, "Hey stay awake for me baby." I bring him over to the toilet and put my fingers down his throat. After he's finished being sick, Archie runs a cold shower and places jughead underneath it. I get in with him and start to remove his shirt that smells like vomit. I'm shivering cold but I don't care, because while am so angry at Jughead, I need to make sure he's ok. "Juggy. Do you know where you are?" He just says "Ahhhrggg". We stop the shower and Archie gives me a clean shirt to put Jug in. Archie helps me take Jughead from the bathroom and cross the hallway where I lay him down on a spare bed.