Bugheads Baby

Actions speak louder than words

Bettys pov
"For the last time. NO Jughead." "Please Bets, just let me explain." I continue packing my suitcase with clothes from the wardrobe, all while Jug excessively tries to get me to stay. "I don't want to hear it," I tell him, "you cheated on me, filmed a sex tape, got super drunk and missed our daughters baby shower all on the same day. I can't trust you and you are unreliable. Why are you even here? I asked you not to be here during 10 and 1, and yet, here you are." "Please don't go, Betty... I love you so much." "Don't you see Jughead," I notice that he visibly retracts when I say his name like that, "you tell me you love me and then you cheat on me..." "I didn't cheat on you, please just let me explain..." "STOP. Your actions speak louder than words, and right now you are stressing me out and it's not good for the baby."

I continue packing up my things from Jugheads place, while he is adamant on me saying. "Ahhh" I bend over in pain and Jughead immediately comes to my side and wraps his arms around my waist. "What's wrong?" "Ahhh... the baby... I think something's wrong." I begin to cry and Jughead picks me up fireman style. "Put me down," I say through the pain. "Swallow your pride Betts, we are going to the hospital," he tells me. "No. You and I are done, put me down, I'm going to call Kevin." "Sorry, Betts. Not happening." He takes me down to the garage, where he walks up to a car. "This is yours?" I ask him. "Yep, It's a Space grey Aston Martain Vantage. It's a safe and good-looking car that can fit our family of three." "Yeah, our completely screwed up family," I mumble.

Jugheads pov
I place betty in the passenger seat and zoom of down the road to Riverdale general hospital. It's about 25 minutes away, so in the car ride, I had given my hand to Betty to squeeze. "You really think we're going to hold hands," she says. "No, I don't. But if squeezing my hand will alleviate some of your pain then I'm sure you'll take the opportunity." She reluctantly takes my hand and begins to squeeze it hard. She starts to breathe out loud. "Are you ok?" I ask her. "I'm doing breathing exercises, which you would know about if you had gone to one of the five birthing classes I arranged." "We talked about this," I told her, "I couldn't go in case someone was following me. We need to keep our baby safe." "Trust me I know," she says "just like we have to keep her safe when I go clothes shopping alone, when I go grocery shopping alone, when I go to doctors appointments alone, when I go to work alone and when I went to our baby shower alone." I hadn't realised just how much she was doing this all alone.

I look at her and I finally realise the exhaustion and pain on her face. "Your right," I tell her, "I tell you that I love you and that I'm here for you, but I wasn't. I didn't listen and it's my fault that our relationship didn't work out. I am sorry Betts. But know that while I didn't always show you that I was present or that I was available. I have ALWAYS loved you. While I did kiss Missy twice and had been a dick about it. I didn't cheat on you the day of the baby shower. Penny drugged me and tied me up, then I played on Missy's emotions to get myself free. I would never cheat on you. I love you." She doesn't say anything for a while, but as we pull up to the hospital she looks blankly ahead and says, "I just don't care anymore." She gets out of the car and meanders into the hospital.

Bettys pov
Jughead walks into the room after parking the car. I don't make eye contact with him and he stands in the far corner of the room. I re-arrange myself in the bed and the very good-looking doctor walks in. "Betty Cooper?" he says. "That's me." "Hi, I'm Dr Luther." "Hi handsome," the second I say this Jughead looks at me then the doctor then back at me. He walks over and says to the doctor, "What's wrong with the child." Jug is only a little taller than Dr Luther, but the intimidating glare that he gives him makes him seem so much more. "Jughead!" I look at him and I shake my head, so he steps back a bit. Dr Luther turns back to me and says, "You and your child are fine. You had Braxton Hicks contractions, also known as phantom contractions. Which means that your body is preparing for birth but they don't cause labour. We have to keep you overnight for observation, but you can be discharged tomorrow morning and will have to stay inactive for the rest of your pregnancy. That means sitting or laying down all day every day, not the most fun I know," he says, "but trust me, enjoy it while you can." "Thanks doctor." He leaves the room and Jughead sinks into the chair next to my bed. "How do you feel?" he asks me. I look at him surprised, "Who are you and what have you done with Jughead Jones." "What?" he asks me. "Nothing. Just that, you've never asked me anything like that before." He sighs, I realise what I just said upset him, and I feel bad. "Well, I better get some sleep I'm in for a long night," I tell him. "Ok. I'm going to step out for a moment, but I'll be right back," he says. I nod at him and he leaves the room.