Bugheads Baby

Together

Betty's pov
There is only one month now until my due date. Emily found out about the pregnancy and while she was angry at first, very quickly she became on board with the whole thing and helped decorated the twins rooms. As soon as I proposed the renovation idea to Jughead he was completely passive and does everything for me. But right now all anyone can think of is will any of it matter if Jug cant survive the chamber. He's willingly agreeing to it all, because if he doesn't Emily's life will be in danger. I've told him that a life for a life is not the simplest solution, and Emily, the twins and I can leave if we have to. But he got mad at me for suggesting that again, and said that those years away from Emily and I were terrible, and death would've honestly be better. The bar is silent, as we all await the ominous ending of today. Will Jughead survive and experience the life we are supposed to live together. I'm behind the bar and nobody asks me for drinks and instead gets themselves. I'm supposed to be on bed rest, but Jughead obviously isn't here to tell me to lie down, and Emily has no idea about the possibility that this morning might have been the last time she may see her father.

Before my mind travels further into worry, an all too familiar and unwanted thing happens. My water breaks. "Ahhh, Tony?!" I yell, receiving many curious glances throughout the bar. She runs over hastily, "Betty, what's wrong?!" "I think I'm going into labor."

Jughead's pov
Pain. Pain. Pain. It hurts, and I want it to stop. Penny has inflicted the most mentally destructive thoughts into my mind, where I am now begging for death. She is taking joy from my suffering, like the true sadist she is. I picture Betty. That day in the fields. One of our first 'dates' per-say. She wore a loose grey singlet that hung of her body perfectly, and accentuated all the right features. She wore denim shorts that were bluer that the sky. That day was perfect. The memories flood my mind in pictorials, each one less resolute than the other, but every time highlighting the way her natural beauty didn't even compare to that of the ever lasting valley of flowers. But those memories now affiliate with this... torture and quickly they turn bitter sweet.

Betty's pov
Since my contractions are still 9 minutes apart, Tony and I drive back to my house to retrieve the hospital bag, and tell Emily to stay at home. It was a hard thing to do, because when she asked me, 'Why isn't dad taking you to the hospital,' my vacant and deceitful answer, that 'he would simply meet me at the hospital,' was far from believable. "Eehhhhh!" Another contraction, "Their speeding up," I complain to Tony as she drives me. "6 minutes now," she says, taking a quick look at the timer on her phone. "Remind me why I decided to do this whole pregnancy thing again?" I ask her. She looks over to me and smiles a compassionate and yet stressed smile. Despite this day supposed to be marking a special occasion, the ominous fact that Jughead's wellbeing is still unaccounted for is less than settling. When we arrive at the Riverdale Private Maternity Ward, I walk inside and are directed to a room. "Would you like an epidural?" The nurse asks me politely, despite the fact that she appears to have worked for already 13 hours straight. "Yes please," I beg. She looks at me kindly and exits the room, only soon to return with an IV.

Hours go by and in the room is my mom, FP, Tony and Veronica. FP is giving me updates about Jughead, which he is receiving from an undercover Ghoulie. Veronica, who is clearly trying her best to distract me from this violence, asks me questions, which I vaguely answer, until she finally asks me with a hard hitter. "What are your potential names?" It suddenly dawns on me, that with the distraction of all of life's crazy adversities, Jughead and I completely forgot to discuss names. She notices the look on my face and says, "You don't have any names?! Well, we must solve this right away." In agreement I sit up slightly and think, "What about, Liam?" "Like Hemsworth? Love it! What else you got?" she asks. "Oliver?" This time Tony interjects and says, "I don't think Jughead would approve of that one, considering..." I laugh at the recollection and fondness the memory of his jealousy brings me. "Lucas?" "Like Lucas Vernon?" my mom interjects, "Like the kid you use to babysit?" The memories of that nightmare child come back to me, and quickly that name spoils as if it was old milk. Everyone is in silent consideration for names and finally I think, "Maddy." "Aww, Betty it's beautiful," V says. "Maddie for the girl and Noah for the boy," I decide, liking the ring to it. "I hope Jughead likes them too." The mention of his name, again brings upon silence, this time, a different kind. One of uncertainty and worry.

Jughead's pov
As if to make everything worse, Penny just got news that Betty is in labor. Despite the fact that she is a lying bitch, there is a part of me that doesn't want to be stubborn enough to miss the birth of my twins. Although, a new problem has just occurred to me. Penny knows about the twins.

She brings the knife up to my cheek and slowly slices it down, it stings and burns as she soon follows it with the sticky alcoholic concoction. I'm now on my knees, my skin is a deep crimson colour and my hair hangs down my face washed down by sweat. "Get up!" Penny yells at me, "Just so you know I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for me... Get out o my bar. You're just boring me now. I prefer to fight you when you try." To my complete surprise I am able to stand, I walk up the stairs and out of the bar. I have no phone, keys or money. So all I can do is walk.

Betty's pov

"Pushhhh," Veronica, says to me. I squeeze her hand and cry, as I enter the second stage of labor. All who is left in the room is Veronica, and two midwives. "V. I can't, I'm tired. Please can I just sleep for a little bit." "Betty, your almost there." "Your lying!" I hadn't even gotten the first baby out, let alone nearly finished. "Where's Jughead?!" I cry. Her face twists as she trys to prevent herself from crying and she just holds my hand and turns back to the midwife who signals for me to start pushing again. 5 more hours go by and still no baby, just as I think that I can not take this anymore, Jughead stumbles into the room. Despite his completely disheveled and bloody appearance, he's alive, and he's here. "Excuse me sir you can not be in here. We must maintain a sterile environment," the nurse warns. He leaves the room, only minutes later coming back in wearing FP's clothing. He walks around and takes Veronica's place by the bed holding my hand. "Together," he promises. "Together," I answer. 

45 minutes later our two children were born. First came Noah Andrew Jones, Then Maddie Tessa Jones. "They're perfect", I whisper to Jug as I breastfeed both. "They sure are," he says sleepily. I cough a little and he jerks up on the bed worried, "Are you ok?" he asks concerned. "I'm fine," I giggle, "It was just a tickle." He lays back down and I hand him Noah.

Jughead's pov

"I have a son," I coo and pat Noah gently on the back. Betty doesn't respond, and instead Maddie sleeps wrapped up on Betty's chest. I stand up and place both babies in their 'cots' and lay back down on the bed next to Betty. 

I look at my watch, I slept a solid 13 hours. 13 hours! I look over to Betty who sits on a chair with Noah and watches as Maddie gets passed around among our guests. I sit up in bed and say, "What did I miss?" "Welcome back to the land of the living," my dad says, "you're girlfriend here has been up feeding and changing and signing papers, while princess over there sleeps. You would think that you would have been the one who gave birth. I sit up and can feel every nerve and mussel in my body in a complete state of discomfort. Betty notices my wince, and hands Noah to Cheryl, who openly accepts the baby. She walks over to me and gives me a kiss on the forehead, "I'm so glad you're alright. But for my mentality, will you please go and get checked out?" "Only if you lie down, you gave birth less than 24 hours ago," I remind her. I hate going to public hospitals, but if Betty says that it will make her more comfortable then I'll do it.

I receive a general examination by one Dr Corbin. She was a younger women, possibly 30 or 35. She diagnosed me with 2 broken ribs, 46% of my body as scaring tissue, a rolled ankle, a concussion, broken knuckles, ACL strained, shin splints and a dislocated shoulder. Despite her instructions to stay under observation, I emphatically ensure her that I was fine and hurry off to find Betty's room. When I enter, it's now just her and Emily in the room. Emily holds little Maddie and rocks her in the corner of the room. "How was it?" Betty asks me. I walk over to her, and notice the large bags forming under her bloodshot eyes. "I'll be ok," I assure her. Emily says, "Oh My Gosh, what happened dad?!" "I got in a motorcycle accident on the way to the hospital," I tell her and Betty and I exchange a look which acknowledges that Emily will never know the truth. I take Noah from Betty and she lowers herself onto the bed and shuts her eyes. Despite her tired state, never have I ever seen her more empowered, strong and beautiful as I have now.