THANK YOU TO EVERYONE! I AM DONE! jk, I'll still write more, cause I fucking love writing. But yeah, this story is COMPLETE. I hope you all enjoyed it, or at least went on the roller coaster of fuckery I envisioned you all went on! Please stay tuned for more mutlichapter fanfics!

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Perfect

Of all the words in the plethora of words known to man, Betty would have never thought she would use that specific word to describe her life right now. But no amount of words that came to mind could possibly describe it better than that – her life was perfect.

7 years had past since the events of her teenage years – since her life was on the edge of a blade and she danced with darkness more times than she liked to. After her trip to the hospital and court hearings, Betty finally went back to school, soon after graduating top of her class – valedictorian obviously – alongside Archie and Veronica. Jughead had graduated a year later, having to repeat due to absences and lack of good grades. But once they were all done high school, it was a collective agreement to attend college together.

So they all applied, and got accepted to NYU; Betty and Jughead with the English majors, Archie on a sports scholarship with a minor in Music, and Veronica majored in Fashion design. After long conversations with parents, tons of planning, and house-hunting, the 4 set off for the city that never sleeps (or was that Paris?) They moved into a slightly larger apartment relatively close to the campus, adorned with two huge bedrooms located on opposite sides of the space - "for privacy sake" Veronica had said, a coy smile on her lips. The large common area had 4 desks, one of which was huge – Veronica clearly stating she needed a big one for her designs. Betty was solely in charge of cooking for the 4 of them, whilst Jughead and Archie were strictly on cleanup duty. Their little family was dysfunctional, but just as much home as Riverdale was.

College had been fun too, albeit insane exams. Classes were easy (at least for Betty they were), and her professors were pretty cool. They had even attended a few parties, more so a 'Veronica and Archie' scene as a designated "Power Couple" on the campus. Jughead and Betty had chosen more reserved extra curricular activities, such as poetry reading nights at the Java Jones down the road, or (big surprise) the double feature at a local theater.

But it was during their last year of college when Betty and Jughead's life had changed for the better.

Betty had found out she was pregnant.

After countless failed attempts at getting back into their rhythm, of nights spent crying over too real nightmares and reoccurring ptsd, Betty finally sought the help so the elephant in the room didn't butcher her relationship with Jughead any further. Though, even with all the struggles, Jughead never pressured Betty into anything, always letting her be the one in charge, pulling away when he felt her whole body tense, or just sit and talk her back from the edge of insanity. He had been everything she needed, and then some. So after weekly sessions with a therapist, Betty was able to expand their relationship to the peak they had it at before.

They spent nights wrapped in naked embraces, whispering sweet nothings to one another as they conquered Betty's internal battles and heeded Jughead's external desires. So little words were said during their times together, only primal sounds of need and want, battling for control throughout the night.

And thus lead to their baby.

She still remembered telling Jughead the news, every single detail.

"Juggie, I need to tell you something." Her lip was between her teeth, eyes carefully watching the man in front of her. They were in their room at the apartment, Betty seating at the edge of their bed while Jughead was perched at the head of it, back against the wall.

Jughead blanked, body timid, eyes concerning. "Did I do something wrong?" His voice was raspy but soft, just above a whisper.

Betty shook her head furiously, placing her hands on the sides of his face. "No Juggie, you didn't do anything wrong." His smile melted her heart, hands coming to rest on her sides.

"So what did you need to tell me?" Jughead asked.

"I uh-" Betty bit her lip again, looking away. Jughead's hand came to rest on her jaw, bringing her eyes back to his, without saying a word he just nodded. Letting out a breath and standing from the bed, Betty finally said. "Juggie I'm pregnant."

The first thing Jughead did was drop his mouth open in shock. Or awe. Or dispair. Betty didn't quite know what emotion it was, but what came after is what Betty truly loved. Jughead smiled. He smiled so large she thought his face was going to crack. A full, toothy, completely and utterly happy kind of smile. Then he kissed her. He kissed her again, and again. Peppering kisses across her face, along her neck, back to her face. His arms were around her, pulling her so close she thought he was trying to morph them together.

"Really?!" He asked, so much excitement and joy, Betty had never seen him like this before. She just nodded, unable to find words in this wonder. "I'm going to be a dad?" He said the last word tentatively, sorta like he was testing it out. His smile a few seconds later made Betty assume he was fine with the term, and new title. He picked her up in his arms, twirling her around a few times before setting her down once more, placing another quick kiss on her smiling lips. Jughead stood quickly, launching himself off the mattress with ease.

Then he dropped to his knees, side of his face flush against her tummy as he smiled. "My baby," was all he said. A tear escaped Betty's eye, words cutting off from the lump in her throat. She just sniffled. Jughead looked up at her, concerned. "Whats wrong?" He was standing in front of her again, hands on either side of her face. Betty just shook her head, a few more tears streamed down her cheeks. Jughead's thumb gently wiped them away, kissing her cheeks softly. "You are so beautiful." Betty just smiled, closing her eyes. "The mother to my baby."

He kissed her then, and no matter how many times Betty relives the moment, the kiss gets longer and longer. Better every time. Their lips played a devilish dance, limbs wrapping around one another in a fight for dominance. Betty finally let Jughead take control, falling into step with his movements and just living for the moment.

Betty flushed at the memory, touching her lips with her finger and smiling. The door opened to her right, Jughead appearing from the threshold.

"Hey Juggie." Betty said, smiling. She was making lunch, smiley face sandwiches and only the best fruit. Jughead took a step forward, placing a quick kiss on Betty's temple.

"Hey Betts, where's Hunter?" Jughead asked, grabbing an apple slice and shoving into his mouth.

"In the living room with Ronnie. Archie should be here soon." Jughead smiled, kissing her temple once more before retreating to the other room, happy giggles erupting from within. Betty smiled as she continued to cut the fruit. Finishing up, she plates everything and quickly emerges in the other room, food in hand and a smile on her lips.

Before her was Jughead, seated on the floor with Hunter – their energetic 9 month old son – while Veronica laughed from the couch. Archie was walking into the room as Betty put the food down, nodding for everyone to eat while she pulled Hunter to her arms. He cooed loudly, throwing his tiny arms around her neck. Betty giggled, enveloping him with her arms.

Jughead was beside them soon after, picking up the toddler easily and tossing him up slightly in his arms, igniting fits of laughter from the tiny boy. Hunter's green eyes bright with excitement as Jughead continues to play with him, tickling and playing airplane. Betty just watches, laughing at her two boys. Veronica comes to sit beside her, gushing about a new set of cute clothes she's going to buy Hunter. Archie pipes up about teaching their son how to play the guitar.

"He'll be a rock star, like me!" Archie puffs out his chest, smirking. Veronica laughs, while Betty just smiles.

"Sure Archiekins, whatever you say boo." Jughead says coyly, making silly faces at his son.

Archie just smiles wider, laughing. "I don't know what's more scary. Jughead calling me boo, or the fact that Ronnie didn't have my back!" He feigned hurt, thrusting a hand to his chest and hanging his head. Betty bursts out laughing, covering her mouth to stop herself from snorting at the poor boy.

Veronica moves to sit beside Archie, placing a manicured hand on his shoulder. "Babe, there isn't anything I can do to help you there." Her smile was smug as he pulled from her grasp, gasping at her words.

"You guys are so mean to me! Why did I ever become friends with you again." Everyone was laughing then, even Hunter, at Archie's exaggerated expressions and flailing of his arms. Betty held her stomach tightly, the muscles in her core tense from the fits of laughter.

Once she calmed her laughter, she leaned back against the couch, watching her friends. Archie and Ronnie were talking about something, both their face close to one another and animated. Ronnie was smiling at something Archie said, leaning her head against his shoulder before kissing his cheek. Betty smiled at them, fingers tracing the scar on her wrist idly.

Jughead's hand engulfed hers, bringing her attention to him. His blue eyes were filled with concern, looking down at Betty's fingers then back up at her. She just shrugged, smiling at him. He mouthed the words she knew all too well, nodding before he could finish. He frowned, placing their son on the floor in front of him before scooting over to drape an arm over her shoulders.

"You ok?" He whispered, voice tickling her ear and sending a wave of pleasure down her spine. She bit her lip and nodded, not trusting her voice won't sound heady. She notices his frown again, before leaning her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes gently.

"I'm ok Juggie."

He cleared his throat, Betty feeling his head move in a nod. She keeps her eyes closed, unaware of if she's falling asleep of just lost in thought. She's brought back to reality when Jughead moves away from her, causing her head to dip painfully to the side. Rubbing her neck, Betty just opens her eyes. Hunter was sleeping on the couch behind her head, snuggled closely with his toy monkey named FP. Looking around, she stands.

Jughead was watching Archie and Veronica closely, waiting for the signal. When Archie finally looked over at him, a slight nod was all he got before Archie stood.

"Ronnie?" Veronica looked up at her name, concern filling her perfect features.

"Yes Archie?" She stood, sparing a glance at Betty, who just shook her head with lack of knowledge. "What is it?"

"Veronica. Ronnie. You've been by my side for longer than I can remember. You're my biggest fan, and truest supporter, you're one of the reasons I even continued with music when I wanted to quit." Veronica was watching him, a charcoal tear trailing down her face. Archie reaches behind him, grasping something, then drops to one knee. "Veronica Lodge, will you marry me?"

"Holy shit!" Betty's voice broke the silence, causing Jughead to chuckle. Veronica stood silent, tears streaming down her face, smudging her makeup. She had a hand over her mouth, nodding furiously. Archie shot an eyebrow up, confusion all over his face.

"Yes!" Veronica finally shouted, a choked laugh following. Archie smiled huge, standing up and enveloping her in his arms. "100 times yes, Archie. Oh my god." Archie kissed her then, while Betty whistled, laughing at the two of them from her side of the room.

"Betty?"

Jughead's voice broke through the noise, Betty turning on her heel, still smiling. Then she halts. Before her is Jughead, down on one knee and navy blue eyes burning bright. A hand comes up to her mouth, strangling the gasp that escapes her closing throat.

"Betts, I don't have a fancy speech like Archie does, but I just have one question." He pulls out a tiny box, opening his with a click. Inside is the most beautiful ring Betty's ever seen, engraved on the side is a J, opposite of that is a B. Tears flow freely down Betty's cheeks as she inhales sharply. "Elizabeth Cooper, will you marry me?"

"Oh my gosh." Veronica's voice rang out, a shrill sound in the silence that followed.

Betty doesn't respond, just launches herself into his arms, tears flowing quickly as she wraps her arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around her torso easily, holding her tightly. She could hear his small sniffles, indication of his own crying.

She pulls back slightly, leaning back on her knees. "Yes." His face lit up at the one word, leaning forward to capture her lips in a kiss so full of passion, it was a wonder the whole world didn't shatter. Betty wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in his messy hair. His arms came around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. They stayed like that for eternity, or at least it felt like it to them.

Pulling away, out of breath and flushed, Betty leaned her forehead against Jughead's, biting her lip.

"I love you, Elizabeth Cooper." She opened her eyes, looking up at him through her lashes.

"Jughead Jones. I love you."