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Summary: Jughead always loved dinner with Betty. Jughead x Betty
Jughead walked into his and Betty's home. Wiping his shoes on the welcome mat before taking them off and placing them together at the side of the boab tree plant that Betts had affectionately named "Branchy". He slung his bag on the newel post at the end of the banister. The carved, ornate oak staircase being one of the things Betty loved about their home. Jughead removed his coat, placing it on one of the two pegs in the hall, and hug the iconic beanie there as well.
It was that time of year again, the time that he looked forward to the most. He got to surprise Betts with their anniversary meal. In previous years, they'd both alternated who cooked what and who organised what, it was a tradition of theirs to alternate what they did. He wouldn't admit this to anyone, but he had grown quite fond of seeing her with flecks of flour or other baking or cooking ingredients smudged slightly over her, he thought she looked adorable, and she was the only person he had told about how he felt at this particular time of year.
Moving into the kitchen, he knew he had to get the meal prep for tonight started, Betts was going to love the food idea's he'd had. Turning on the oven to preheat, he began preparing the vegetables and lamb shank, all of which he placed in the slow cooker and set to a medium/high heat. In the oven he placed a part baked bread to heat up while the other food was cooking. Turning round to wash the utensils that he'd used to prepare the food, he boiled a kettle of water to fill a jug full of gravy. Turning to the slow cooker, he shredded the lamb and mixed it with the vegetables so that the lamb stew he made just had to be left to heat through now. Getting a couple of plates out, he placed them into a picnic basket that was kept in the pantry cupboard. Getting the necessary cutlery and two wine glasses, he opened a separate section of the basket, placing them and a bottle of red wine in the basket.
Opening the back door, Jughead walked down the neatly trimmed and well kept garden, picking several of the white lilies that Betty and he had planted there last summer. Opening the back door again and placing the lilies also into the basket, he served two portions of the lamb stew that he had made into sealable containers, getting two bowls and placing them with the plates. Putting the containers of food into the basket, closing it and donning his signature beanie and serpent jacket, Jughead picked up the basket, walked down the front path of their house, placing the basket on the back of his motorbike.
He had to get ready to meet Betty, he's kept her waiting long enough, he himself restless to see her. This time of year was always important to the both of them, but this year it was even more so. Mounting his bike, he started the engine and began to travel. After a short while, his thoughts racing faster than the bike he was riding, he made it to his destination.
Sitting on the grass, he spread the blanket out, laid the stew, bread and wine out, dishing himself some out. Looking up he smiled.
"Hey, Betts, sorry it took me so long to get here, I had to cook your favourite, you love lamb stew, and I couldn't resist a bottle of wine for us, either."
For a second, he could have sworn he heard her laugh, but then it was gone, fleeting, like a summer breeze. He sighed, looking ahead of him at the headstone. Engraved, there were the words "Here lies Betty Cooper, a loving wife, mother and daughter. Lost in time, but not in our hearts."
"I miss you so much, Betty Cooper, and I'll always love you." Jughead held his head in his hands, got up, and walked away.