Bonus - One week later
“Forever Mine” - Andra Day
Looking for my head, can’t find it no more
You ransom my heart and I get the reward
Winning the crown like a Trojan horse
I come back, back, back every time
One week later found Betty humming to herself as she made coffee. When she’d woken up that morning, the last six months had felt like little more than a dream. Then she rolled over to find Jughead snoring softly beside her. Quietly, she’d slipped on the nearest shirt she could find - the shirt he’d worn last night she realized later - and made her way into the kitchen, too riled up by the reality of this to stay in bed much longer.
As she waited for the coffee to brew her phone lit up with an incoming call from Veronica. “Hey, V,” Betty said with a smile.
Veronica waved and flipped the camera around to show off the beachfront view. “Morning, B. It’s another beautiful day in paradise.”
Betty chuckled softly. “It looks exactly like a postcard.”
The camera flipped back around and Veronica hummed her agreement. “It’s absolutely gorgeous here. You must make the time to come out. You have a vacation coming up soon, don’t you?”
“I’m happy where I am right now,” Betty admitted with a smile. Her thoughts flickered back to the man sleeping in the next room. The coffee machine beeped and she leaned the phone against the counter as she reached for a mug. “What do you have planned for the rest of your honeymoon?”
Veronica stretched and leaned against the balcony. “Nothing but beaches and a few massages. We did the tourist thing for a few days and agreed we’d rather be relaxing on the beach. Though Daddy does keep trying to push us to come home early. Something about his only daughter being left alone on an island with her husband,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“I thought he and Archie were getting along better.”
“They are,” Veronica sighed, “but I don’t know that Daddy will ever be happy with Archie. He always did want me to marry someone more connected.”
Betty clicked her tongue and sat down at the kitchen island. When she raised her coffee to drink, Veronica began to frown. Betty glanced down and blushed when she realized what had caught her best friend’s attention, in particular one of the infamous ’S’ shirts Jughead still insisted on wearing.
“Elizabeth Ann Cooper, what is that you’re wearing?” A sly smile crawled across her face. “No, no. Don’t tell me. We’ll talk it over after a few cappuccinos and cupcakes when I get back. I take it things are going well for you now?”
“Very well.” Betty didn’t try to fight the smile that came over her when Jughead came around the corner of her kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe and stared at her, a similar smile on his own face.
“Is that Cyrano de Begerac himself?” Veronica teased. Betty bit her lip and nodded. “Good. Turn the phone around, darling, I have something to say to him.”
Jughead quirked an eyebrow when the phone was turned to him.
“If you hurt her in any way I swear I will make sure you end up on the bottom of the Hudson where no one will find you. Not even that buddy cop of yours,” Veronica said in a stern tone.
Betty’s shoulders shook with humor at the toothless threat.
“Trust me, Veronica. You don’t have to worry about that,” he promised. He sent Betty a look that sent shivers down her spine and she flushed with the memory of last night.
“Turn me around again, Betty,” Veronica ordered. “I’m demanding all the details when I get back.”
This time Betty did laugh out loud. “I doubt you’d want all of them.” Jughead rolled his eyes and unfurled himself from the doorframe to pour a cup of coffee.
“True. Just the important ones then. Talk to you later, B. We’ve got a long day of lying about in the sun. Ta,” Veronica said with a wave.
The screen cut out and Jughead’s arms were around her. Betty closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “I woke up and you weren’t there. I was afraid I’d imagined this past week,” he whispered in her ear. The closeness brought back the shivers and he pulled her closer.
“You have floral bedsheets?” she teased.
He nudged her ear with his nose to plant a kiss on her neck. “I’m not the most cognizant in the mornings.”
“Says the man who uses ‘cognizant’ five minutes after he woke up,” she muttered as she trailed her fingers down his arm. A thought stuck her and she shifted around to face him. “If I had tracked you down when you first moved here, would you have even talked to me?”
“You could have chopped my hand off and I’d still have begged to talk to you,” he admitted.
She pulled him closer and they stayed there until a rumble from Jughead’s stomach crept between them. “If you want breakfast you’ll have to let me go,” Betty mumbled.
“Never,” he said.
Betty cupped his face and kissed him hard. His hunger quickly forgotten, Jughead slid his hands down her side until they grazed her thighs. He pulled her closer to him and she took the invitation to wrap her legs around him. With little effort, Jughead lifted her onto the counter and peppered kiss down her neck. She sighed when he nipped at her collarbone.
A loud banging on the front door interrupted them, and Jughead spun around to face the kitchen entrance. Through the thin t-shirt she could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
“Surely not,” he muttered. “Your mother’s still in Riverdale, right?”
Betty snorted. He glanced back at her and they both laughed at the memory. “I’ll be right back,” she promised. She pressed a kiss to his check and slid off the counter. He mumbled something about interruptions and Betty heard the refrigerator door open.
She made her way to the front door and opened it just enough to see who it was only to find Kevin behind it holding a deli bag and a drink holder with two cups of coffee.
Kevin let out a frustrated groan. “You will not believe the week I’ve had. Mark still hasn’t called me back, and the casework has been backed up since Thursday. Everyone’s been pulling overtime with the election coming up. And that’s not even bringing up the fact that the dry cleaners ruined my good suit,” he paused when he realized Betty hadn’t opened the door any further. “Aren’t you going to let me in? I brought breakfast.”
“Did he bring enough for everyone?” Jughead called from the kitchen.
Kevin’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped. “You naughty girl,” he whispered.He handed her the bag and the coffee and winked at her. “Take this, I think you need it more than me. Call me with the deets or I’ll get them from Ronnie,” he ordered as he walked backwards down the hall, holding up his hand, thumb and pinky finger extended to mimic a phone as she closed the door behind her.