Betty's pov; 19 weeks pregnant
I open the front door and hear Mickey Mouse playing in the background.
"I'm home! And I brought JB for dinner," I call to Jughead.
"Hey lovey," he smiles, walking to me from the kitchen and quickly kissing me.
"Did you start dinner?" I ask, smelling food.
"Yeah. I asked Juju what she wanted, but she said she wasn't hungry, so I decided to just make spaghetti because I think you're tired of me ordering pizza," Jug explains. "Hey, JB," he adds.
"Hi," JB smiles, quickly waving. "Can I see Juju?"
"Of course! She's on the couch," Jug says, and JB goes to talk to Juju, leaving Jug and I alone in the entrance of the house.
"Want me to help finish dinner?" I ask him.
"You've been doing stuff all day. Let me do this. You can rest," Jug smiles.
I smile at him. "Now that I think of it, my feet really hurt... ah, the joys of pregnancy," I laugh a little.
"Go sit down. Dinner'll be ready in a few minutes," Jug says softly, and I walk into the living room while Jughead walks into the kitchen to finish cooking.
"Dinner!" Jug calls a few minutes later. JB and I stand up, and I lean over Juju.
"Hey Jules, it's dinner time," I say quietly.
"I'm not hungry," Juju says. She looks really tired.
"Come on, just try to eat a little," I say. I put my arms under her legs and back and lift her up, grunting lightly. "That's not gonna happen for much longer..." I mutter to myself, and I take her to the kitchen and set her down in her seat.
Jughead raises his eyebrows when he sees me setting her down. "I could've done that," he says.
"Soon enough you'll have to," I say, sitting in my own spot. "Just give her a little bit, she doesn't really want to eat," I say when Jug is putting the food on Juju's plate.
He smiles sadly at me and then puts a small bit of pasta on Juju's plate.
"Are you guys gonna take her to the doctor tomorrow?" JB asks, helping herself to some food.
"Yeah, probably. If she doesn't feel better by then," I say, looking sadly at Juju.
"Are you worried she'll get you sick?" JB asks.
I shrug. I hadn't thought much about it until she had pointed it out. "I'll just hope she doesn't," I reply. JB nods.
"So," Jug starts after a few moments of silence. "Have you thought much about baby names?"
"A little. I have a few I like. I'm still looking for more, I haven't settled on any yet," JB answers.
"Can you read us the ones you have so far?" I ask.
"Sure" JB says, pulling out her phone. "I have Preston, Lincoln, Winston, Bennet, Grayson, Kade, Landon, and Roman" she reads.
I smile. "I like those," I say. JB smiles back.
"Wait..." she says suddenly.
"What?" Jug asks.
"I think I just came up with his name," JB replies.
"Really? What is it?" I ask her.
"Grayson Kade," JB replies, talking as if she were in a trance.
I look down at my baby bump and smile. "Hi, Grayson," I say softly to him. "I love it, JB," I tell her. She smiles.
"It's perfect," Jughead says. "Do you like it Juju?"
Juju nods absently, playing with her food. "Mama, I don't feel good," she says, her voice strained.
I stand up and walk to her chair. "What feels wrong?" I ask her.
"My throat hurts and my head hurts and I feel like I'm gonna throw up and I'm really cold," she says, then coughs harshly a few times.
I look at Jug, worried. I put my hand softly on Juju's forehead. "Oh, she's burning up," I say, taking my hand away. Jug stands up, getting the thermometer out of the cabinet.
We use it, and Jug reads the temperature. "A hundred one," he says softly.
"Oh baby," I say, brushing some hair out of her face. "Here, I'll take you to your room, come on," I say, lifting Juju up with slight difficulty.
"I can-," Jug starts.
"No, it's fine" I say, carrying Juju down the hall to her room. I place her softly on the bed, and the three of us crowd around her. "Jug, can you get some blankets from the living room?" I ask him as Juju coughs more.
Quickly, Jughead runs to grab some extra blankets for Juju.
"Juju, do you still feel like you're going to throw up?" JB asks her.
Juju nods weakly, still coughing.
"I'll go get a pot," JB volunteers, and swiftly gets a pot from the kitchen in case Juju needs to throw up.
"I'm sorry, this probably isn't what you imagined when I said you could come for dinner," I apologize to JB when she gets back.
"Oh, it's no problem at all. This is more... eventful? than the normal dinner," JB smiles weakly. I nod lightly.
"Yeah, that's true," I agree. The three of us silently stare down at Juju for a few minutes. Her eyes are shut, and her breathing is calm and slow.
"I'm gonna call Dad so he can come get me," JB finally says, and leaves the room so she doesn't wake Juju up.
JB's pov
"Hey Dad, I need you to come pick me up, Juju is sick and-," I start, but my dad cuts me off.
"Juju's sick? How sick?" he asks.
"She says she feels nauseous and she had a fever and headache and keeps coughing," I tell him
"I'll be over in a few minutes, but we're not leaving, we're staying to help them. She's pregnant, let's let her sleep. Trust me, they won't be sleeping much in a few months," Dad said.
"O- okay, I'll tell them," I say quietly.
"Great. See you soon, honey," Dad says.
"See ya," I reply, and we hang up.
I walk quietly back to Juju's room and slip back through the door.
"So, Dad said he's gonna come stay and help," I tell Betty and Jug.
"Oh, he doesn't have to-," Betty starts.
"He won't not do it," I tell her. "It's lucky it's a Friday."
Betty nods.
A few minutes later
I hear the front door open and walk over to greet my dad. We hug, then I step aside so Betty can hug him. Jug is in the room watching Juju.
"Thank you so much for coming to help," Betty says.
"It's no problem at all," my dad replies, smiling.
The three of us walk to Juju's room, where she's sleeping peacefully in her bed. My dad looks at her a moment before talking.
"We can do this in shifts. We'll take turns watching her and sleeping, so that way we all get sleep," Dad says. Then he looks at me. "Except you. You're seventeen, you're gonna sleep all night," he tells me.
I nod, then whisper under my breath "I probably won't."
I was right. A few hours later, around eleven, I was finally going to attempt to sleep on the couch, when Juju actually threw up, so then there was a bunch of noise of everyone trying to clean it up.
About two hours later I was awoken again by Juju crying because her head and throat hurt and she couldn't sleep. I went into her room and helped everyone put her back to sleep.
A few hours after that, I woke up because my dad had dropped a cup while trying to get water for Juju, and after helping him clean it up, I couldn't fall back asleep, and instead helped him watch Juju until Betty and Jug came in and I decided to make some breakfast for everyone, but no one was in much of an eating mood, so I ended up just making toast with butter.
By the time we finally got to Juju to fall asleep around 8 a.m., everyone was exhausted. My dad, Jughead and I all sat in the living room listening to the baby monitor Jughead had found in a box in the garage while Betty, who was even more exhausted than the rest of us, was asleep in hers and Jughead's room.
We had booked an appointment for Juju, and Betty, after sleeping a few hours, was awake enough to take her.
Betty came back a little while later, with Juju, who was thankfully walking, trailing behind her. Once we had gotten Juju settled back in bed, we sat on the floor of her room to talk.
"Any results?" Jug asked.
Betty sighed. "The doctor thinks she has Pneumonia. And it makes sense. She's got a fever, nausea, cough, and loss of appetite," Betty said gloomily.
Jug looked at her a moment. Then he spoke. "You can't get sick," he said, quietly and softly.
Betty's only response was a slight nod that you may have missed had you not been paying close attention.
There was silence again until Dad finally broke it. "We'll watch her. You can stay at our house for a little while while she gets better and we'll stay here," he offers.
Betty looks sadly at Juju. "I don't want to leave her," she says softly, tears forming in her eyes.
"I know," Dad says. "But you getting sick now can be serious trouble in the future. Spending a few days away from her is the best in the long run," he tells Betty softly.
Betty takes a deep breath, and tears fall down her face. "I know it's best in the long run, but I feel awful, leaving my kid while she's sick and needs me most," she says.
Jughead puts his arm around her, and she cries into his shoulder. I watch them for a minute, then take to staring at the ground.
Finally, Betty calms down enough to talk. "I'll go pack some stuff," she says softly, and stands up to leave the room
"Want me to help?" I offer.
She looks at me for a second. "That would be nice," she agrees.
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