Would you write bughead handling a pregnancy scare?
Hello anon! Thankyou for this prompt! Sorry again it took me forever to get around to writing something worthy. I kind of hijacked it a little to fit with my story “To be a Family” you can read here-
so this became like a little prequel for that where Betty and Jug find out they’re expecting. hope you enjoy it xx
Betty awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking, the comforting odour wafting into the bedroom and bringing a soft smile to her face. The early morning sun was drifting through the window and illuminating the small space with a soft glow that was warm on her skin in the chilly trailer. Opening her eyes fully, Betty sat up and ran a hand through her wild blonde tresses, sighing contently as she pushed back the covers, placing her fuzzy sock clad feet on the floor and snuggled further into Jughead’s old hoodie, inhaling his scent that always made her feel safe.
Padding out of the little bedroom that was fast feeling more their bedroom despite each of them having a bed elsewhere- her at her own house and him at his foster home- she was greeted with a sight that made her heart flutter with appreciation and love.
Jughead was busy at the stove, flipping bacon and scrambling eggs, an old rock tune bleeding from the radio on the counter top, his low voice softly humming along to it. Betty stilled leaning against the open door frame, taking a moment to be enraptured with him. His dark hair free from the beanie and falling in his eyes recklessly, lean body clad in a usual flannel and sweats.
She felt so incredibly lucky.
Not because they were without trouble. No, they were faced with their fair share of burdens and them some in the form of fragile families, imprisoned father’s, hurting friends, hurting themselves, fracturing towns and leather jacket clad protectors.
Everything was crazy…
Except here. Here in this little trailer, with just him and her, their walls down and their hearts free so that their love could liberate them. Here it was- as much as she loathed the word- perfect. And that was why she felt lucky.
“Morning,” Betty greeted after absorbing the scene in front of her for a few more moments.
Jughead turned at the sound of her voice his eyes softening and lips quirking at the ethereal sight of her in the dull lights of the old trailer, clad in his clothes and looking so at ease and beautifully dishevelled.
“Hey,” he greeted pushing the hair from his eyes as she pushed off the door frame and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Jughead’s own hands came to rest on her waist, his lips meeting hers in a sweet kiss; he tasted like the coffee he survived on and she was fast becoming hooked on too.
“I didn’t wake you did I?” Jughead asked when they broke apart his brow creasing in concern.
It was no secret to him how exhausted she had been lately her feet dragging and eyes drooping, body aching. So the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt her chance to rest on a Saturday morning.
Betty shook her head, blonde hair flying in every direction at the movement, and a hand coming to rest on his cheek. Her soft lips twitched into a small, grateful smile. He was always taking care of her.
“No, the smell of-“
Betty stopped mid-sentence. Her green eyes widened in panic as her hand flew to her mouth before she abruptly pulled out of her boyfriend’s embrace and dashed to the bathroom.
“Betty?” Jughead called after her, quickly turning off the stove and following her across the small hall to the bathroom.
His face screwed up in concern as he gently opened the door to the sight of her doubled over the toilet the sound of retching.
“Oh Betts,” he sighed, moving behind her to hold her hair back and rub comforting circles on her back.
When she was finished Jughead handed her a damp towel which she graciously accepted with a mumbled “thanks” and wiped her mouth, before tying her hair back in a hasty pony tail.
“Is my cooking so bad you got sick before even tasting it?”
Betty laughed at the joke, forgetting to feel embarrassed when he always made her feel so comfortable and accepted.
“No actually. I was about to say it smelt good. I don’t know what came over me,” her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Strange,” Jughead agreed helping her to her feet.
Betty nodded moving to brush her teeth, smiling slightly at the sight of her pink toothbrush resting next to his blue one.
“How about I make you some toast instead?” Jughead asked, moving to kiss her cheek before backing out the room.