~Pregnant~ Jarchie story

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Archies pov

It's the next day, Jughead hasn't been talking to me since he thinks it's his fault that I got kicked of the football team.

I sat down on the bed, Jughead looks at me and put his head against the pillow.

"Jug, it's not you're fault." I say.

"It is. Now leave me alone." He mumbles.

I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs.

"What's wrong with him?" My dad asks.

"He thinks it's his fault that I got kicked of the football team." I say.

"It's not."

"Exactly."

Jughead's pov

I went on my phone, and got a text from Archie.

Archie: juggie please talk to me

Jughead: no

Archie: you've been in the room for the whole day now get you're ass down here

Jughead: no.

Archie: fine then.

I put my phone down, and felt someone pulled my legs.

"Should I have to pull you downstairs too?" Archie ask.

"I'm still not talking to you." I say.

Archie pulls me to look at him.

"Hey, it's not you're fault. I keep on telling you that," He says.

"But you love football more than anything..."

"I love you, and Autumn more than stupid footb-"

Then the doorbell rang, and I heard coach's voice.

I look at Archie.

Archie's pov

I walk downstairs, as Jughead stayed up there.

"Hello Andrews." Coach said.

"Coach, what are you doing here?" I ask.

"I came to ask you why you are so tired all the time."

Of course he did.

"Do you want to tell him?" My dad ask.

"Tell me what?"

Then Autumn started crying.

"I uh have a daughter..." I say.

"You have a daughter at 16?"

I nodded.

"Who is the mother?"

I stayed silent.

"Me." Jughead said.

I look at him.

"Jughead?" Coach said surprise.

"I gave birth to her. That's why i've been gone for so long." Jughead says.

"Have you told any of you're fri-"

"Nope" We both said, at the same time.

"Well, how many months is she?" Coach asks.

"3 days old" Jughead said.

"Does you're dad know?" Coach said.

Jughead immediately shook his head no.

"You're never-"

"No, I just can't."

I look at him.

"You told you're mom."

"Well yeah, she's supportive and so is my sister."

Coach left, Jughead cuddled into me.

I stroke his hair.

"I still feel-"

I cut him off.

"Just shush, at least he's supportive too." I kissed his forehead.