Bugheads Baby

Broken Family

Bettys pov

I finished reading Jughead's vows. They made me hopeful and yet disheartened. This guy was giving me constant whiplash. I look behind me hoping that my actions in a moment will attract a large amount of attention. Before the thought had even crossed my mind, I placed the paper in the sink, doused it in vodka, and lit a match to it. The sink erupted in flames, Fangs ran over and turned the water on, and protectively held my head and carried me away from it. When we were a safe enough distance from the sink, he said to me, "Betty! What the hell were you thinking! Were you even thinking?! Because surely you weren't, you couldn't have been!...I've never met anyone so stupid." I bite my tongue at look down at the floor. What I did was selfish, and defiantly put a lot of people in danger. But I liked it. It was thrilling, exhilarating, and the hype excited me. It was the, happiest I've been in a long time. "Betty," Jughead runs over, yelling, "Are you ok?" I deflect his question and walk away, over to Toni. Tonight, I just needed to let go, let loose and all. "Toni?" I address her as I walk over, "let's go get wAIsted." "What's the special occasion?!" she asked me excitedly. "My CuRse. I am cursed to never get married." I notice the frown and pity that drew her mouth into a frown. "I am never getting married, as it is the universes wish. Jughead doesn't love me, or he would not have cheated on me." "Betty," she sighs.

Jughead pulls me up by the arm and drags me upstairs. I effortlessly attempt to shrug out of his hold, but eventually, he pulls us both into his old bedroom. "Let me go!" I scream. He steps back from me abruptly, and then seductively whispers, "Baby." My snarls turn into a smile, and I run-up to, and jump onto his waist, smashing our lips together, as he feels one hand up and down my back, while his other supports my buttocks. "I've..." "missed-" "you." I gasp in between violent kisses.

A few months ago...

Once all the kids are asleep, Jug walks over to me with a glass of wine and a cautious demeanour. "Just to be clear, I'm hearing you out for the sake of our family." He sighs, "Betty. I'm not going to lie to you... I did do it." "What?" I asked ignorantly. He looked down at his shoes, his thy's were bouncing, and despite the lack of lighting, I could see that his face was pale and tense. He slowly says, "Okay, I  cheated. I'm a bad person. But I just can't be, it's impossible. You're the best girl in the whole universe! And I was-am so excited to marry you. About a month after our engagement I got drunk with the guys at the bar. I drove over to Missy's place, before you say anything, I know that was dangerous and stupid to drive while intoxicated. Anyway, I drove over to her place, to tell her to stay away from you and our kids. I wanted to start a life with you and make sure that Missy wasn't going to ruin it. She invited me inside, and I guess I went in. Because the last thing I remember is waking up next to her and feeling disgusting for what I think I did." I sat in silence and absorbed what Jughead said. I didn't know how to feel. I want to hurt him for cheating on me, but then I also want to forgive him because he didn't know what he was doing. "Jughead. Thanks for telling me, but honestly I need some time. I honestly don't know if cheating really is something that we can come back from. So you can leave the house, or I will and take the kids. But right now I need space."

Just as I felt the tears creeping into my eyes, Jughead uses his finger to lift my chin to look at him. But this time he looks tense and on edge, he holds a finger up to his lips to silence me just before I speak. Pulling out his phone, he urgently types, 'House bugged. Not safe. Didn't cheat on you.' I roll my eyes at his desperate attempt to manipulate me to love him again. So I simply say, "Nice try," and stand up to walk away. But he covers my mouth and drags me to the garage where he pushes me into the back of the family car. "Jughead! We have two sleeping babies upstairs, and Emily, we can't leave!" "I'm just taking you around the corner. It's not safe to talk here. He starts the ignition and drives off. When we finally pull up to an empty laneway, Jughead gets out of the car and opens my door for me to do the same. "You better start talking right this instant or I will never let you see me or my kids again." That line seemed to hurt him, as his brows furrowed and his eyes took on a hurtful squint. "It's a long story, so I guess I should start from the begging." He inhaled a deep breath and continued speaking, "Remember that period of time you took over the White Wyrm when I had to leave?" I nod, rolling my eyes not seeing any relevance to the matter at hand. "Now, before I tell you I don't blame you or anything because you were just doing what you thought was right." "Spit it out Jughead," I groan becoming impatient and cold. "Well, you made a business deal with Harrison De'lorano." The name sounds familiar to me. "His brother Emilio has a very strong influence over drug trading all around America." Out of habit, I begin to bite the inside of my cheek. "What you didn't know that before my father became Serpent king, the previous leader uses to be the best drug trafficker Emilio had. Which was until my father came into power and cut ties with him. That didn't exactly go down well with Emilio. Emilio tried to warn my father what would happen if he didn't realign with him. But, my father being plentiful in pride ignored Emilio, and as a result, my mother was murdered." There is a pause between us, and I whisper, "I thought you're mother died by" "No. She didn't. So my father pretended to disband the gang and faked his relocation to Arizona and in the interest of keeping me safe, we laid low. You however switched our whisky supplier from the original to that of Emilio's brother's company, and of course, there were no red flags at first with your name still being Betty Cooper, but the other name on the trade sheet, was Emily Jones, who, in my absence also owned the bar. Emilio's brother-" "Harrison," I interrupt, "His name was Harrison." "Harrison," he continues, "looked into her name. Of course, it could have been a coincidence. Jones is an incredibly popular name. But there are only a few Jones' that own gang bars I would assume. Once Harrison uncovered who Emily was, he brought the news to his brother for what I assume would be getting him extra brownie points. A couple of months ago Emilio made contact with me, threatening the lives of our family, including yours. I guess he was mad about the million-dollar hit his drug business made when he lost my family as a dealer. The only way I knew how to keep you safe, was to keep you far away from this, which also meant far away from me. I also discovered a few months ago that Emilio bugged our house, which I then used to our advantage. I knew that I would have to lead you to believe we had issues in order for it to be fully believable, then do something that would completely separate you from me. You see, I couldn't give a rats ass if Emilio killed Missy. You, however, I wouldn't, can't live without. That when I used an old photo of Missy and me and photoshopped the analogue clock into the background to make you think I cheated on you. I needed you to give an honest reaction. That's where the location came into place. I needed to do it in the bar, so I could fish out any moles working for Emilio. The gang had been compromised, and the only way to find the traitor is to get them to witness your public emotional breakdown and report it back to Emilio. The traitor's name was Eric. I tortured him to tell me if there was anyone else, then disposed of him. Then I plan to use his phone to send Emilio updates about our 'crumbling relationship' and my ever so quickly growing 'love' with Missy. As long as Emilio is alive and breathing, our family would never be safe."

It takes me a while to process everything and Jughead searches my face waiting for something to change. "So you didn't cheat on me?" I whimper. He breaks out laughing and pushes himself into me, "Of course not! I love you with all of my heart. I'd rather die than lose you. You die I die remember."

Present time

It was challenging at first to forgive Jughead, but over these weeks, I've realised that he's right. He couldn't, wouldn't ever cheat on me. I continue to lick possessively in his mouth, capturing his erection in my hand and then massaging it with my palm. "Betttyyy," he growls anomalistically. "You have no idea how much I missed this," he says, rolling us both onto the bed. "Trust me," I moan, "I do." I begin to tear at his clothes layer by layer until there is nothing but absolute nakedness. "Betty," Jughead growls through a dry throat, "I was wondering if you were open to trying something new?" I pause my gentle assault on his body and tilt my head curiously to the side. "Ever heard of bondage?"

After Jughead and I control our breathing and dress again, I finally can feel that the weeks we have been forced to remain distant, in fictitious hate have become less damaging. I go to the bathroom and wet my face to give the look that I have been crying and pinch my cheeks to create a blotchy red colour. Pulling Jughead towards me by his leather jacket collar, I say, "Thank you for being gentle, and loving me." "Always," he whispers with his forehead against mine. Finally, I separate and mouth, 'I love you, only to immediately scream, "I hate you, you cheating dirtbag!" and throw the door closed to the room behind me with a vicious slam.

I go downstairs and relocate myself behind the bar. It was hard this way, to be so close and yet so far from Jughead. What makes it worse is Missy's frequent visits to the bar. Jughead is purposely leading her on, and it takes every ounce of strength not to choke her smug face when she walks past me up to the place where only moments before Jughead fucked my brains out. That alone brought a smile to my face. What's a better punishment for all that she's done than a broken heart in the end. In this time, trust is the most important part of the plan, we can't stop trusting each other.

After picking up the twins from daycare, I am bombarded with the same questions that always have me crying, "Mommy, where's daddy?" Maddie would ask. "How come he doesn't want to see us anymore?" "Does he not love us?" For an extremely young infant, she could formulate sentences and read situations as if she had already passed every milestone in life. I would always answer the same, my voice strained and croaking from holding back tears, "Daddy loves you very much, he's just very very busy." It was however harder for Emily. When she arrived at the bar with her friends I had begun to notice behavioural changes. Ones she displayed when she would act out to get Jughead's attention when he was gone. She came over to the bar and kissed me on the cheek, and ran up the stair to see Jug. While I knew that Missy was up there, she didn't and would be absolutely mortified. When she opens Jughead's office door, her face becomes visibly angry. She sticks the middle finger up at Jug and yells, "Fuck you dad!"

Jug immediately runs after her yelling, "Emmy wait!" But she replied, "No, you pig!" At the bottom of the stairs, she halts and spins around to face him, "How could you do this to me! Or to mom! She is only less than 100 ft from you and you would disrespect her like that, bring another girl into you're office! I get that you want to have another family with that whore. But you can forget about your old one, because I don't even consider you my father anymore."

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