Bughead Oneshots✨

Not Ready✨

Betty sat on the rug on the living room floor as she was concentrating on the mood board in front of her for their new home that was being renovated. Her gaze flickered up to the TV every now and then to take notice of the murder documentary that they could only watch at times like this when their kids were in bed. The baby monitor was set up beside her as she saw her husband laying their 3 month old in his crib, cuddled up under blankets and in a milk coma after Betty had just fed him a few minutes ago, falling asleep against her breast. Betty turns her head back to the mood board, pining magazine clippings onto the cork board. Before Betty knew it the living room door was opening and her husband strolled in behind her and sat down on the rug with Betty between his legs. He leaned forward and kissed her neck as she tilted her head to the side, giving him more access.
"Isn't he perfect?" Jughead whispered into her neck as they both gazed upon the baby monitor.
"He is. I know I hate that word but he is. Ayla is so good with him as well. It's so cute watching them together. She's such a great big sister." Betty smiled, proudly, eyes still cast on the picture of her son on the screen.
"Well I would hope so. She's the one who begged us to have a sibling." He chuckled.
"Mmm. I can't believe that we didn't think about having another one before she brought it up. We were just so concentrated on her that we forgot about how we wanted to have more." She laughed.
"Well maybe we don't need her to remind us now." He spoke, softly, nipping at her neck.
"What do you mean?" She questioned, confused.
"I mean...what if we have another one?" Jughead asked.
"Well that's a given. Of course we'll have another one." Betty said.
"Yes, but...I mean now." Jughead said. He felt Betty freeze up.
"Now now? As in right now?" Betty rambled.
"Technically in a couple of months if we start trying now." He said. They sat in silence for a while before Betty stood up and made her way over to the couch, sitting down slowly, leaning her elbow on the arm of the chair and rubbing her hand over her face.
"Oh." She let out, sighing.
"Bet-"
"I pushed a human being out of my vagina 3 MONTHS AGO!" Betty interrupted, exasperated.
"Look, I know, but-"
"Do you?" She let out a humourless laugh. "Because it seems like you completely forgot that it takes a while to get over hours of contracting and dilating!" She raised her voice. Jughead made his way over to her, seeing her distress and kneeled down infront of her, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.
"Okay, you're right, I'm sorry." Jughead whispered. Betty leaned back and ran her hand through her hair.
"No you're not." Betty said.
"What do you mean?" Jughead asked.
"You're not sorry. You want another baby." Betty spoke, looking directly into Jughead's eyes.
"I do, but I can wait..." Jughead spoke softly, leaning down to kiss her thigh.
"Jug, are you sur-"
"Yes, Betty, it's fine." Jughead said. "Whenever you're ready." He sighed, standing back up. "Look, why don't you go grab a shower and I'll shut everything up down here." He said, turning away from her to start putting away the mood board. Betty sighed seeing the disappointed look in his eyes. She stood up and made her way to the bathroom without another word.
Later that night
Betty slid into bed next to Jughead as he turned over a page in his book. She looked over at him and bit her lip. If they weren't going to talk they may as well do...other things. She reached over and grabbed his book, placing it on the nightstand, but not before marking his place.
"Betty, wha-" Jughead started. Betty leaned over and straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him.
"Betts...Babe...wai-...Betty, stop." Jughead mumbled between kisses. Betty leaned back to look at him.
"What is it?" Betty spoke, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
"I just...I'm not really...in the mood, to be honest." Jughead mumbled, looking down, his hands still on her hips. Betty looked down at him, lips trembling slightly.
"You...you don't want me?" Betty asked, her voice breaking slightly. Jughead looked up at her, with a soft look in his eyes.
"Baby, of course I do. I just-" Jughead started. Betty removed herself from her husband's lap and laid down on her pillow, facing away from him. "Betty, baby, look at me." He pleaded. Jughead had never denied Betty before, it felt like a stab to the heart.
"I'm tired. I just want to sleep." Betty said, pulling the covers up and over her shoulders. Jughead let out a loud sigh.
"Now you're tired? You wanted me two minutes ago!" Jughead raised his voice slightly.
"Yeah, well the feeling wasn't mutual so now I just want to sleep." She said, flatly.
"For God's sake, Betty! Of course I want you, I just-... You know what, forget it. Night." He spoke, turning off the lamp, as a tear fell down Betty's face.
The next morning
When Jughead woke to his alarm, he reached out to turn off the alarm before reaching his other arm out to reach for his wife. He could only feel the cold sheets and opened his eyes to see that her side had already been made up. He laid his head back down and sighed, remembering the night before. He threw back the covers, got out of the bed and then started to make the bed on his side - no need to piss his wife off anymore. He made his way down the stairs where he could already hear the chatter between his daughter and his wife.
"But why can't penguins fly, Mommy?" Ayla enquired, she had always been a bright child, full of questions.
Betty giggled along.
"I'm not quite sure, baby, maybe you should ask one of your teachers today." Betty said as she tied the end of one of Ayla's braids with a hair tie.
"Morning." Jughead grumbled, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the coffee machine.
"Good morning, Daddy!" Ayla cheered. Betty reached over and tended to their son, cleaning up some of the toys that he had messed up on his high chair. Jughead walked over, his coffee now in his hand and placed a kiss on his daughter's head, before sitting down on the stool next to her.
"Your braids look pretty, sweetie." He commented, playing with the little curls at the end of her hair.
"Thanks, Mommy did them." She informed him, a proud look on her face. Jughead just hummed and took a sip of his coffee.
Betty walked over, their son, Theo in her arms and placed a delicate kiss on Jughead's cheek, like she normally did every morning, not wanting Ayla to notice that anything was up. As Betty walked past she caressed her hand across the bare skin on his back, as he was only dressed in his pyjama bottoms.
"You want to take him?" Betty asked, offering Theo to him.
"Sure, I can understand why having so many kids can be difficult. I'll take him, if you need me too." He spoke, a secret dig from the night before. Betty leaned back, taking Theo with her and subtly shaking her head. She couldn't believe he was being like this, especially in front of the kids.
"Come on, Ayla, grab your backpack, I'm taking you to school." Betty announced, setting Theo into his car seat.
"What? I thought I was supposed to be taking her to school today?" Jughead asked, getting up. "Lemme just get changed, it won't take me two seconds." Jughead rambled, before downing his coffee.
"No. It's fine, I'm taking them both. I'm dropping Ayla off to school and then I'm meeting up with V to take Theo to the playground for the day, she wants to see him." Betty explained.
"Well I wanna see my son too." Jughead sighed.
"You're just gonna have to wait then, aren't you?" Betty said, walking the kids out of the house and into the car. Jughead watched them drive off before slamming the front door shut and lacing his fingers behind his head and let out a sigh.
"For fucks sake." He muttered under his breath.
Later that day
"Daddy! We're home!" Ayla yelled as she skipped through the door, braids hardly still intact.
"There you are!" He cheered, running forward and pulling her into a hug as Betty walked in behind her with Theo in her arms and the keys jangling from her hands. "Where the hell were you?" He asked Betty as Ayla ran upstairs.
"We went for ice cream." Betty replied, as Jughead took Theo from her, placing kisses on his head. "Oh, please. They went for ice cream, not off to war." She said, rolling her eyes. "Thanks for my concerned 'welcome home' by the way." She spoke sarcastically, as she made her way to the kitchen. Jughead followed her but stopped along the way to place Theo in his playpen.
"Okay, look." Jughead spoke, placing his hands on the kitchen island, looking up at Betty as she began getting the ingredients ready for dinner. "I'm sorry for last night okay? Please...just...please talk to me about it." He begged.
"What's there to talk about?" She replied nonchalantly, washing the veggies.
"A lot. Please, Betts, I hate this. This isn't us. Just talk to me." He pleaded. Betty continued to prepare dinner, chopping carrots and ignoring her husband. He walked around the island and grabbed onto her wrist.
"Jughead. I have a knife in my hand. Let me go, that's dangerous." She warned.
"I don't care. I'll do whatever it takes to get you to talk to me." He said, stubbornly. Betty let out a sigh, dropped the knife and turned towards him.
"What, Jug?" She questioned, only now did Jughead notice the tears glistening in her eyes. Jughead grabbed onto her hips as he pulled her reluctant body towards his.
"Are you upset?" He asked.
"No." She responded, flatly.
"You are. I can see that you are." He replied.
"Then why ask?" She raised her voice. Jughead sighed.
"Just...talk to me about this baby thing, okay? What is it that's upsetting you?" He asked. Betty hesitated, opening and closing her mouth a few times before she spoke.
"I'm disappointing you." Betty spoke, a tear falling down her face.
"What do you mean?" Jughead asked.
"You want a baby. I really feel like I can't do that right now, Jug. I've barely recovered from having Theo and I'm still breastfeeding. The thought of having another baby hadn't even come to my mind yet, until you mentioned it." She cried.
"Okay, Betts, it was just a suggestion. I wasn't telling you that we had to have a baby now or we'd get a divorce!" He laughed. He saw a small smile creep up on her face. "I was just bringing up the conversation." He said, running his hands up and down her sides. Betty nodded meekly and turned her attention back to getting dinner ready. "You're still upset." Jughead noted. Betty leaned her head back slightly before dropping the knife again and resting her head in her hands against the counter.
"I saw the look on your face, Jug. You're disappointed." She pointed out.
"I can't say that I wasn't a little upset. I mean the way you reacted was like the thought of ever having another baby with me was alien to you!" He said.
"I was just...shocked, I guess. We waited so long between having Ayla and Theo so I just didn't expect to talk about this so soon." Betty revealed. He nodded.
"That's fair. I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that. I just wish you weren't so completely against the idea." He sighed.
"I'm not! Just not right now." Betty said.
"I'm not trying to be pushy, but just so that I have a rough idea and so that we're not too scared to bring this up again and waste time...when do you think we could possibly start trying again?" He mumbled, his head down, toying with the hem of his wife's shirt.
"How about we see where we're at when Theo turns one. That's not even that long, if you think about it. The first year always goes by so quickly and he's already three months old!" Betty said. A smile spread on Jughead's face.
"Okay. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea." He grinned. He leaned down so that their lips were ghosting each other's. "Can I have a kiss?" He asked.
"Oh so now you want me?" Betty asked, turning back towards the cooking. Jughead walked behind her and placed both of his hands either side of her, trapping her to her spot. He leaned down and ghosted his lips near her ear.
"I always want you..." He whispered, nibbling gently on her ear.
"You didn't last night." Betty stood her ground, trying not to show him how much he was affecting her, just by being this close.
"I did." He replied.
"You didn't or you would have just fucked me like I wanted you to." She spoke, continuing to chop the veggies. Jughead moved his hand to graze along her back, slowly edging its way towards her backside.
"I wanted to fuck you, baby. But after all the ranting that you did whilst we were fighting about how you had just given me a baby was turning me on like crazy. I was scared that you turned me on too much and that I might go against your wishes and get you pregnant." He whispered. Betty felt a shiver down her spine.
"I'm on birth control, you know that." Betty said, her voice wavering slightly.
"I do know that. But I also know that Ayla was the result of 'faulty' birth control." Jughead said, putting air quotes around the word faulty. "Let's face it. I was just so desperate to get you pregnant that my super sperm shot right through it." He chuckled.
"I don't think that's how it works." Betty squeaked. Jughead reached down, wrapping his hand around his wife's throat, pulling her in for an intense kiss from behind. Before either of them knew it, he had her hoisted up on the work top, him between her legs, feeling and grabbing at anything he can reach, her hands running through his hair.
"Ewww!!!" Ayla screeched, snapping the couple out of their passionate moment. Betty blushed and hid her face into her husband's chest.
"Sorry, sweetheart." Jughead replied, chuckling, a grin on his face that suggested that he was very much not sorry.
"I don't mind you kissing, it's better than you fighting, but just not where our food is being prepared, okay?" She negotiated, skipping her way to the bar stools, beginning to shade in the shapes in her colouring book as Betty slipped down from the counter and continued cooking, her husband's arms wrapped around her.
"I'll go get little buddy." Jughead said, making his way to the living room and picking up his son before making his way back to the kitchen. He saw his wife gasping and oohhhing and ahhhhing at their daughter's work whilst she cooked, Theo grabbed onto his hair and tugged, causing Jughead to wince.
"Ahh, don't tug on hair, bud, it's not nice. Especially not daddy's. This stuff is iconic." He spoke, pointing to his hair, causing a slight giggle to come out of his sons mouth.
Maybe their little family isn't complete yet, but Jughead realised that he needed to embrace their family at every stage before changes come and go and he misses his kids' entire childhoods, getting too wrapped up in what he wanted in the future. Sure, the dreams and fantasies that they'd conjured up for the family in the future were exciting, but right now was pretty exciting too.

{A/N} ~ 2720 words not including this. Since this had the most votes, I wrote this yesterday. I will be writing 'Love for you' next. I hope you enjoy! ✨
Lots of love 🥰 - C x