betty and jug had a baby when they were 16 and are now 20, their boy was born with a type of autism and everyone felt 'bad' for them he had the type of autism where he wont look anyone in the eye and everything had to be done to a schedule but him and jug have a really good connection. all 3 go out to lunch and their son has a massive tantrum and jug has to settle him and betty feels helpless and has a breakdown, its okay if you dont know how to approach this it was just a thought i had :)
Okay first of all anon thankyou for this beautiful idea! I love it, very touching and I am honored you trusted me with such a concept. Secondly, sorry about the insane wait with this one I just had to take a while to determine how to best go about this. Also this was supposed to be a little oneshot and turned into like 9 word document pages haah
as for the story I am a little unsure what you will all think as the subject matter was obviously a bit tricky. I am by no means an expert in this field but I did do a bit of research before writing so I hope I don’t offend anyone or invalidate anything.
So basically I tried to make the symptoms of their child’s autism ingrained throughout the story without explicitly stating what they are but for reference I went mostly with communication difficulty [impaired, delayed speech, repetitive speech], difficulty with eye contact, obsession and slight aversion to touch.
TO BE A FAMILY:
“Ready Jug?” Betty called from the living room eyes darting around as she mentally ran through the list of supplies she needed for their outing. The blonde nodded her head in affirmation, satisfied that she had managed to cram everything they could possibly need in the day bag.
The sound of two sets of footsteps padding down the hallway of their small home pre-empted her answer before it was delivered from the aforementioned party.
Grabbing the day bag off the coffee table and slinging it over her shoulder Betty turned toward Jughead’s voice. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her lips as she took in the sight of her long-term boyfriend leaning against the door frame, their almost four year old son standing close to his father’s legs- not quite touching.
It was a vision that never failed to make her heart contract and warmth spread throughout her being.
Noticing her smile, Jughead’s lips twitched in retaliation. He raised a dark eyebrow at her teasingly.
“I think your mum’s checking me out bud,” Jughead quipped casting a glance down at Ollie who was idly fiddling with his fingers and watching the floor.
“Don’t flatter yourself Jones,” the young mother teased back, rolling her eyes at him good naturedly, “Okay let’s get going or Kevin’s going to lecture us on the value of respect again.”
Jughead let out a laugh at that, nodding before pushing himself off the door frame.
“Out,” Ollie mumbled glancing up at his father with wide eyes and scrunched brows that made the young man’s heart clench with affection.
“Yeah Ol, she won’t admit it though,” he kneeled down to his son’s level, placing a sure hand on his arm and waiting a moment before picking him up and settling the toddler on his hip.
Jughead grabbed his keys from the bowl near the door before opening the front door.
“It’s not even his event,” he threw over his shoulder to Betty continuing on with their conversation as though there had been no interruption; a norm after parenthood had dawned upon them.
The blonde merely shrugged, moving past him out the door way.
“Yes, although I think Veronica would probably appreciate our punctuality as well, she’s only in town for a few more days and it is her birthday,” Betty replied.
“Birthday,” Ollie mumbled as the pair manoeuvred him into the car seat. Betty smiled at her son, finishing buckling his seat belt as Jughead hopped in the driver’s seat and started the engine.
“That’s right, Aunt V’s birthday,” she affirmed, smoothing down Ollie’s wild blonde curls. The toddler squirmed away from her touch, his blue eyes flicking to the floor. Betty removed her hand and sighed.
She tried her best not to take her son’s aversion personally. He wasn’t as severely adverse or hypersensitive to touch as other children on the autism spectrum but it did still bother him. She and Jughead had learned resilience in showing affection to their son. He was mostly okay when the touch was heavy and anticipatory; it was the soft brushes of affection that they would sometimes slip up with through instinct that he would flinch away from.
They had learned to understand and adapt to the quality in their son, but it didn’t mean it made it any easier to have the little person you loved so much recoil from you. Betty cherished the moments when Ollie sought her out for physical affection or comfort and tried to remind herself of those moments during the moments when he shied away from her. She respected his discomfort, but it didn’t make her heart ache any less.
“Betts?” Jughead’s voice broke Betty from her reverie. She blinked a few times before meeting his gaze in the rear view mirror. His tone was soft and understanding and Betty felt herself falling a little further in love with him in that moment- except it wasn’t just that moment it was a million moments since they were 16 and he had promised her that they would make this work.
She smiled back at him, a small curve of the lips tilting more toward the side of genuine than placatory, before closing the back car door and moving to climb in the passenger seat.
Her right hand immediately found the stereo, while Jughead’s immediately clasped her left, his other holding a firm grip on the wheel as they set off on the relatively short drive to Greendale. Veronica had booked a table at the new bistro that had opened there and although both Jughead and Betty always enjoyed seeing their friends whom were only in town for a short while longer the latter couldn’t deny that the unfamiliar venue caused an uncomfortable pressure to erupt in her chest.
Sensing her unease Jughead gave her hand a squeeze. Betty took a deep breath and let her eyes card over his form, finding comfort in his beauty. His sharp jaw, striking blue eyes and dark hair [still partially covered by a beanie] were features that had only become more attractive as he matured and she still found herself in awe of being able to call him hers after almost five years together.
The windows were rolled down slightly and Betty let the warm summer air calm her as it drifted across her skin. The sounds of the Rolling Stones filtered through the stereo of the truck and Betty couldn’t help but laugh as Ollie bounced happily in the back to the sound. He loved all music, but classic rock was his favourite, something Jughead was exceptionally proud of.
The peaceful feeling didn’t last though. Twenty minutes later they were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant and Betty could see her friend’s various vehicles littered across the spaces. Her hands clenched nervously once Jughead had to pull his away to park the truck.
“Dad,” Ollie shouted from the back seat and Jughead turned around after shutting off the engine.
“Dad, music,” Jughead was spun around in his seat now, giving Ollie his full attention while Betty was busying herself grabbing the day bag and Veronica’s present from the back seat.
“We’ll listen to more later, but now we have to go inside,” the dark haired man tried to assure.
“Music!” Ollie’s hands were fidgeting and his eyebrows were scrunched, with a little pout to rival his mother’s best signalling his impending distress.
“Na bud, how about we talk about trains instead?” He placated, quickly unlocking his phone and pulling up some pictures he had saved of the freight vehicles to occupy his son’s attention.
It seemed to do the trick as Ollie grabbed the device eagerly and started babbling nonsensically a few delayed moments later about Thomas the Tank engine and his favourite trains.
Moving out of the car, Jughead came up to the passenger side and carefully extracted Ollie from his car seat, placing the little blonde boy on his chubby legs. Kneeling down Jughead held his hand out.
“Can I have my phone back please?” Ollie kept his blue eyes that mirrored his fathers trained on the asphalt ground, shaking his head.
“Thomas… blue train and Percy-“
Jughead nodded, engaging his son’s conversation.
“Yeah that’s very true but dad needs his phone back now. I promise you can have it back once we’re inside,” he tried to reason with him, ducking his head a little to meet Ollie’s eyes. The toddler shuffled flicking his eyes between his dad and the ground.
Betty bit her lip to hold back a small chuckle of amusement at the stubborn little boy; she knew he didn’t refuse in order to be stubborn but it was still endearing to her to see his eye brows furrowed so much like his father’s.
Moving gently down to kneel beside him, Betty ensured Ollie acknowledged her presence before placing her hands on his arms.
“Ollie if you don’t give Daddy back his phone then he’s going to have to carry you inside and no one will know what a big boy you are now,” she stated in a firm but not threatening tone. Their little boy’s eyes widened for a second, flicking to his mother. She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the adorably conflicted look on his face.
“Okay, I guess mum’s right,” Jughead began, moving as though he was going to pick Ollie up. The toddler’s hands quickly shot out, offering the phone back to his dad immediately. Jughead smirked as he and Betty shared a brief look with equal amusement shining in their gazes.
“Thanks little man,” Jughead said pocketing the phone, while Betty smiled at her son in gratitude.
“Big boy,” he uttered offering his hand to his mother to hold as they began to walk towards the front door.
“That’s right,” the blonde agreed, handing the bag over to Jughead.
Jughead paused before opening the door, turning to Betty.
“Did I tell you that you look gorgeous today Betty Cooper?” he asked in mock concern. Betty laughed, finding herself appreciating his ability to ease her nerves all over again.
“Shut up,” she murmured pecking his lips, before following him through the doors of the restaurant.
“Betty!” Veronica’s enthusiastic voice rang across the room before the young woman morphed into a blur of raven hair and purple fabric, practically throwing herself at her best friend. Betty laughed at her friend’s antics, holding her ground firmly as not to jostle her son- who was still holding her hand- too much.