Bughead Oneshots✨

Two secrets✨

TW: Misscarriage/infertility

Betty POV
I have a secret. Well more than one. Two to be precise. Me and Jug have been married for two years now and we were desperate to start a family almost instantly. So after 6 months of newlywed bliss, Jughead admitted that he wanted a baby and that he thought we should start trying, but he had been too scared to ask since it was my body, therefore it should be my decision, was what he told me nervously. In the moment I don't think I had ever been more in love and it reminded me of why I fell in love with him. A week later, after my body adapted to not being on birth control, we officially began trying to get pregnant, to start a family.
About  3 months later, I was three days late for my period, but I was too scared to take a test in case I was setting myself up for disappointment. Another week passed and I decided to take a test. I felt my stomach knot, waiting for 3 minutes until I felt a weight being lifted when the test revealed that I was in fact between 3-4 weeks pregnant. I felt like I was on cloud 9 and I couldn't wait to tell Jug. I decided that I wanted to make it special. When Jug finally left for work, not knowing that I had taken a half day so that I could go shopping for a tiny baby onesie and a small pair of shoes to put into a box, along with the 5 pregnancy tests that I took, wanting to to be 100% sure that it wasn't a false positive. I decided that I was going to tell him later in the week, when we had more time and work was more lenient with his time and workload.
The day after my little shopping trip, I walked into the New York Times office feeling elated and like I was ready to just burst with joy and excitement. Early this morning I felt a light cramping pain in my lower abdomen, smiling assuming that it was a symptom of my pregnancy that I had heard about many times before. I sat at my desk next to my colleague, Connie. We greeted each other and began to gossip about the latest office news, who was getting promoted, or fired or who was sleeping with who. It was getting closer to lunch and I was starting to hear my stomach rumble, resulting in me leaving for the kitchen to get myself a panini, before I heard Connie whisper my name. I turn around and raise my eyebrows in question.
"Do you need a tampon hon?" She whispered. My heart dropped.
"What? What are you talking about?" I questioned. She motioned towards my crotch, as I looked down. There was a blood patch on my white work skirt. Crap. I ignored Connie calling my name as I put on my knee length coat, grabbed my purse and made a b-line towards the bathroom, everything else around me blurring. When I got to the bathroom I realised that there was a lot more blood than I realised. For the time being I reached for a sanitary towel and left work quickly without anyone noticing me. On the way back home, I bought some adult diapers for women who have just given birth, something that I am no longer going to do. It breaks my heart.
By the time I got home it was only 11am still, so I put my clothes in the wash and drowned my sorrows in the bathtub. I cried until my skin was wrinkled and my mascara was dripping down my face. I finally got out, putting on my adult diaper and looking in the mirror in disgrace, I finished getting dressed and took off what was remaining of my make up and threw my hair into a messy bun. Walking over to my closet, I took out the pregnancy tests and the baby onesie I had only bought just this morning, feeling jinxed. At that moment, I knew, Jughead couldn't know. There was no point in making him feel grief that I could feel for the both of us.
Present Day
It felt inevitable. I was never happy before, why should I be happy now? I sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the wall opposite the toilet with my head thrown back against the wall, tears rolling down my face and sitting in a pool of my own blood. Well not completely mine, my baby's blood , our baby's blood. This time when I found out that I was pregnant, I knew for over a month and I wanted to wait until the last minute to tell Jug, in fear of the worst and not wanting to put Jug through pain. At this point it was early hours of the morning and I just let my pain out through my sobs. I woke up around 10 minutes before with the feeling of something running down my leg, resulting in me racing to the bathroom as soon as possible.
"Betty?" I heard Jughead whisper through the door. I jolted up straight, realising how loud I had been crying. I gave up, I needed him to hold me.
"Come in." My voice quivered in a voice lower than a whisper. I saw the doorknob turn and held my breath waiting to see his reaction. The second he walked in his face dropped and his eyes widened at the site and within seconds he was on his knees next to me stroking my hair back from my face.
"Oh honey. Have you got bad cramps? It's ok we can try again next month." He said to me. I looked at him confused, but then I realised that he had no idea what was actually going on. He thought that I was crying because I wasn't pregnant, well I was, but not in the way he thought.
"Jug... I'm not on my period." I confessed.
"Baby what do you mean?" He looked at me confused. It was time, I had to tell him.
"I-I'm having another miscarriage." I sobbed. He let out a staggered gasp and I could see his eye twitch as it filled with tears.
"Another...?" He questioned.
"I should have told you a long time ago." I admitted. "This is my second miscarriage this year." I said.
"Oh my god baby, why didn't you tell me? You know that you never have to hide things from me." He revealed a tear slipping from his eye.
"I know, god I know that." I stumbled, finally realising that I should have told him before. "I just didn't know how to tell you, I didn't want to break your heart." I said as my voice cracked towards the end.
"So you decided to leave all the heartbreak to yourself?" He questioned. I didn't know what to say, I felt like I couldn't talk. So I didn't.
"Come on let's get you in the bath." He replied, seeing that I wasn't in the mood to talk. He pulled me up into a standing position and started running me a bath. He peeled my clothes off of me and carefully sat me in the bath. He turned off the tap and sat on the toilet seat next to the tub and stroked my hair to try and make me relax.
"Jug...?" I asked tentatively. He looked at me with such love and care, giving me the courage to ask him to get in the bath with me.
"Of course honey." He responded. He got undressed and sat behind me with me in between his legs. He rubbed his hands up and down my arms.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Sweetie, you have nothing to be sorry for, okay? I'm gonna be here for you and help you through this and if or when you're ready to start trying again just let me know okay?" He comforted me. I didn't say anything, I just nodded my head, closed my eyes and leaned back against his chest.
15 months later
We welcomed the most beautiful angel baby girl, Ayla into our lives after trying for 6 months before I got pregnant. We promised not only ourselves but our other two babies, that we would raise Ayla to know that she had two older siblings and even though they might not be in her life, they are still apart of our family and always will be.

{A/N} ~ 1430 words not including this. Hope you enjoy! Lots of love🥰