Thank you everyone who left a response to the previous chapter. As promised, there is a second (and last) part about Thanksgiving while the spirit of this holiday is still in the air. Hope you enjoy :)


"What are you doing?" Betty asks in a whisper when Jughead wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against him. They've been lying in Betty's childhood bedroom for over half an hour and while she couldn't shut her mind down, as per usual after spending too much time with her mother, Jughead appeared to have fallen asleep. Now, however, he seems more awake than ever.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Jughead smirks, his fingers tracing the waistband of her pajama bottoms, eager to pull them off.

"We're not having sex in my parents' house," she hisses, but can't stop a small smile from forming on her lips as she grabs his hand to stop him from teasing her. "It's too weird."

"It certainly wouldn't be the first time." Memories of quiet whispers and hands eagerly yet awkwardly exploring each other's bodies in this exact bed flood his mind, bringing a smile to his face.

"But we're not horny teenagers anymore."

"I feel like one every time I look at you," he murmurs against the skin of Betty's neck, pressing feather light kisses from her jaw to her collar bone, making her emit an involuntary sigh of satisfaction. Maybe there is no way to stop him from teasing her, but she doesn't exactly mind.

"We don't live here anymore." Betty's breath hitches when his lips latch onto her pulse point. "You wouldn't want to have sex at someone else's house."

"You're underestimating my yearning," he says as he pulls away a little to look in Betty's eyes. "Besides we're married now and to everyone's surprise, your mom has been fine with this for quite a while."

"I still can't believe she actually sat us down and said she allowed us to have sex in this house if we were being safe. It was the most awkward conversation ever." Betty covers her face as she remembers the talk Alice gave her and Jughead when they were seventeen. Jughead had been living with them for almost a year when she caught them making out behind the closed doors of Betty's room. And while Jughead expected to have to pack his bags right that moment, Alice seemed to take a very surprising approach. Knowing that the two teenagers were sneaking around, trying to get the most of the little bit of privacy they were given, she sat them down and announced she would no longer try to stop them, as long as they promised to be safe. The monthly pregnancy tests she made Betty take were just an awkward reminder.

"She saved us a pretty penny with that giant box of condoms she got us. And boy did we get a good use out of them. I just wish she never asked me if the size she got was okay." He says, the memory making him cringe even years later.

"As if it wasn't weird enough already," Betty mumbles, her face still covered with her hands.

"Just wait until she starts pushing us into giving her grandchildren." Jughead jokes, though a part of him is certain it won't be long before something like that happens.

"Do you ever think about it?" Betty asks and finally lowers her hands, ready to move on from the conversation about her mother.

"Your mom wanting us to have sex? Not a topic I like to think about."

Betty lightly smacks his chest with the back of her hand, but laughs. "I mean kids."

"Yeah," he admits with a small smile. "All the time."

"Really?" She raises her eyebrows in surprise. For some reason Betty assumed she was the only one fantasizing about kids. Though she knows how much Jughead values family, she didn't expect him to think so far head. Not yet anyway.

"I mean, not like I want them right away. But I wonder what they're gonna be like," he says, his fingers brushing the skin of Betty's hip as his mind wanders to the fantasy he's been building in his head for years. A fantasy that is slowly becoming reality and is even better than he ever could've hoped for. And while usually he doesn't tend to plan too far into the future, since he spent a big portion of his life living in uncertainty, family with Betty is the one thing he allowed himself to hope for. Even if it could take years to get there. "Sweet blonde angels like their mom?" he wonders out loud as he brushes his fingers through Betty's hair. "Or cynical antisocial weirdos like their dad?"

"I'll love them even if they're cynical antisocial weirdos. What's one more, right?" Betty answers with a giggle and Jughead kisses her softly, hoping it can convey just how happy her words make him.

"Only one though?" he asks once their lips separate. "I've always imagined at least two kids."

"Oh, yeah, definitely more than one." Betty nods eagerly, the image of their family forming in front of her eyes. Betty, Jughead, at least two kids and maybe even a pet or two. They wouldn't try to be perfect, she still hates that concept, but they'd learn from their parents' mistakes to make each other as happy as possible. "There is nothing like having a sibling."

"Yeah," Jughead replies with a sad sigh. While he has been able to spend more and more time with Jellybean in the recent years, he will never forget his mother for forcing them apart and not allowing him to see her for a whole year after they moved away. Persuading Gladys to let his sister visit him for a week is just one of many reasons why he'll be forever thankful to Alice Cooper.

"We won't let anything separate them," Betty says as she rubs his arm in an attempt to comfort him, knowing exactly what he's thinking about. Being forcefully separated from Polly for a few agonizing weeks made her swear to never put her own children through anything like that. "Little Forsythe the fourth and Forsythia the second won't have to suffer through the things we did." Betty bites her lip in effort not to laugh when she sees the mix of emotions playing out on Jughead's face.

"We're not calling them that!" he exclaims huffily even though he knows Betty is just baiting him.

"I thought it was the Jones' family tradition," she says with an innocent little smile.

"Jelly and I decided that this tradition ends with us. She's actually considering changing her name after her eighteenth birthday. Maybe I should've done that as well."

"Oh, that's too bad. I was looking forward to having to make up even weirder nicknames for our kids than you two have." Betty laughs, but she's only half joking. To her there is something endearing about the Jones siblings having their own special nicknames. Even if they're almost as ridiculous as their real names. "And just for the record, I think your name suits you."

"In what way? Ugly and difficult to deal with?"

"Do you think I'd have married you if I thought you were ugly and difficult to deal with?" She folds her arms and purses her lips, acting offended by his question.

"Good point." He chuckles. "Though I still don't quite understand why you ever fell for someone like me."

"I guess I have a weakness for someone who is a genuinely nice, caring and loyal guy and who has been proving he loves me for years. Sue me." She sticks out her tongue at him playfully and yelps out suddenly when he wraps his arms around her and pulls her on top of him, bringing her mouth to his for a heated kiss.

"I'll continue proving that until the day I die," he whispers and kisses her again, their lips moving against each other until they're both breathless. "And we will still give our children weird embarrassing nicknames. That's one tradition I won't give up on."

"Well we better start practicing," Betty says, bringing her lip between her teeth as she eyes his body hungrily in the dim light of the bedroom.

"Practice giving nicknames?" He squints at her, playing dumb and Betty rolls her eyes.

"Baby making."

"I thought you didn't want to do that here," he says, but his hands are already back on her waist, ready to pull her shirt off.

"I do. You'll just have to keep quiet. I don't need my parents to know."

"Oh, I don't think I'm the one who has trouble keeping quiet." He smirks up at her before bringing her lips back down to his with no intention of making her stay quiet that night.


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