The following Monday, Jughead starts school at Riverdale High. He rises bright and early to get in a quick shower before Finley stirs awake. After throwing on some jeans and a clean t-shirt, he preps Fin's bottle and carries him out for a fresh diaper. As he feeds Finley, listening to the droning of the morning news on the television, he dozes in and out of sleep. It's been weeks since he's had a good night's rest, but it comes with the job. Finley finishes his bottle around the time FP shuffles into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. As it brews, Jughead dresses Finley in a fleece jumper with little frogs on the feet and lays him on the floor in a nest of blankets. He keeps a watchful eye as he packs the diaper bag with everything Alice will need for the day before grabbing a cup of much needed coffee.
"Guy from work's going to pick me up this morning so you can take the truck to school," FP tells him as he buttons up his plaid shirt. "We'll have to get you something of your own but the truck is yours for the week."
"For the week," Jughead questions in surprise. "Dad, I don't want to put anyone out. You can just drop me off, or I could walk-"
"Jug," FP chuckles, "I'm offering you the truck. Take the damn truck."
Jughead nods, a stiff smile stretching his lips as he nods in defeat.
FP gives him a hand getting little Finley strapped into his seat and with a quick goodbye, he heads off in the direction of the Cooper's.
"Alice," Jughead calls as he cautiously opens the front door to the Cooper residence, car seat in hand.
"In here," she calls from the kitchen. "Good morning," she beams, meeting him halfway in the living room. "How are the roads?"
"Not too bad," he shrugs, setting Finley's car seat on the floor, "a little slick."
"Good morning handsome little man," she coos as she drops to her knees in front of the car seat. She gets him out of his seat quickly and settles him gently on her shoulder with a pat to his diapered bottom. "Would you mind giving Betty a ride? I don't want her walking in this weather and she refuses to tell me what's going on with her and Archie."
Jughead nods, "Yea, of course." He can only assume that Archie is the best friend that broke her heart and honestly, he can't blame her for wanting to avoid that situation at all costs.
"Betty," Alice calls up the stairs, taking care to cover Fin's ears with her hand, "Jughead's bringing you to school, let's go!"
In seconds, Betty is down the stairs with a concerned look on her face.
"You don't have to, really," she tells him. "I'm fine to walk mom."
"Honestly Elizabeth," she shakes her head, "It's a wonder they didn't cancel school today with the snow and it's only going to get worse. Let the boy drive you."
"I really don't mind Betty," he assures her, "it's not like it's out of my way."
Betty's cheeks flush that rosy pink he's quickly growing to love and he has to look away before he blushes himself.
"Just let me grab my coat," she says quietly before running back up the stairs.
Jughead takes the time to inform Alice of the contents of Finley's diaper bag, earning a fond chuckle from the blonde haired woman.
"We will be just fine," she assures him with a smile, "Won't we baby boy."
Jughead nods, taking a deep breath to settle his nerves as Betty returns to his side.
"Say goodbye to daddy," Alice coos as she places Finley in Jughead's arms.
"Bye buddy," he says softly, nuzzling his nose to Finley's much smaller one, "Daddy will be home soon, I promise." With another steadying breath, he hands Finley back to Alice, a pained expression lingering on his face the entire way to the truck.
"He's safe Jug," Betty assures him, taking his hand across the old bench seat in his dad's truck.
"I know," he says under his breath as he nods.
"It's six hours. You can do this," she says with so much certainty, he can't help but believe her. With a final squeeze to her hand, he puts the key in the ignition, hesitating before starting it up.
The drive to school takes a little longer than expected thanks to the steady snowfall, but they make it with a few minutes to spare. The parking lot is near empty, assuming a lot of people will be late or absent today, and Jughead takes a spot close to the school.
"Hey Betts," he calls softly as she reaches for the door handle.
Betty pauses and turns back to give him her full attention, noting the nervous way his hand is rubbing at the back of his neck.
"Could we keep Fin just between us," he asks shyly, "I just- being the new kid's hard enough, you know."
"Of course Juggy."
With her bright smile, her eyes so soft and understanding, Jughead can't help the warmth that spreads over his face, straight through to the tips of his ears. Something about this girl has had him flustered from the moment he laid eyes on her and it's getting harder to deny his feelings.
Jughead couldn't have asked for a better first day of school if he tried. With the snow storm, only a handful of students showed up and classes were basically used as study hall for the day. Using the time wisely, he managed to speak with each of his teachers and work out a plan to get caught up, as well as get started on the reading for English Lit. By lunch time, they were dismissed with the news of the storm being expected to worsen within the hour. He grabbed Betty from her locker and they began a slow drive back to her house.
"Oh thank goodness," Alice breathes as they enter the house, kicking snow off their feet and shaking out their jackets.
"The roads are bad," Jughead comments as he unlaces his boots, "I don't think I've ever seen this much snow."
"I'm so glad you both made it home safe," she smiles in relief, "the school called over an hour ago, I was starting to worry."
Jughead offers her an assuring grin as he rubs his hands together to warm them up. When they're no longer icicles, he takes Finley from Alice who promptly heads to the kitchen to make cocoa.
"God I missed you," he breathes against Finley's forehead. "Your Daddy has been a pathetic wreck, worrying about you all morning."
"You did great Jug," Betty chimes in, offering her pinky for Finley to grab in his little fist.
Lifting his gaze to meet hers, Jughead smiles softly as a silent thank you for her constant reassurance.
Not long after the two of them get settled on the couch does Alice return with cocoa and a plate of sandwiches, handing Jughead a bottle for Finley. Betty flicks on the TV as Alice leaves the room with a smile, her eyes lingering on the steady suckle of Finley's lips.
As Jughead and Betty sip at cocoa and nibble on sandwiches, they get lost in the snowfall predictions on the news. The storm is expected to get heavier into the evening and all of the surrounding schools in the area, including their own, have canceled for the following day.
"Jughead," Alice calls as she enters the room, "I just spoke with your father and he agrees that you and Finley should spend the night here."
"Oh. Uh-"
"No room for Arguments young man," she says firmly, "You're not risking your life, or your son's for the comfort of your own bed. I understand it may not be ideal, but I cannot in good conscience let you drive in this."
"Yes ma'am," he nods. "Thank you."
Alice nods in reply. "Betty, go upstairs and grab some fresh sheets from the closet," she waives her off. "I'll set you up downstairs. Betty's father insisted on the most massive couch in existence for the entertainment room and the pack and play will fit nicely beside it." With a bit of a pep in her step, she heads up the stairs to help Betty with the linens, leaving Jughead to wonder about the first mention he's heard of Betty's dad.
Finley lets out a whine, wriggling in his arms before breaking into a full on crying fit. Jughead quickly props him up on his lap, his large palm supporting his chest as he pats his back steadily. The largest burp to ever come out of something so small sounds through the quiet of the house, urging a hearty laugh from Jughead.
"That's my boy," he chuckles as Finley seems to smile proudly with his fist in his mouth. As he stands from the couch to grab a diaper, Alice and Betty zip by with arms full of pillows and blankets. He catches Betty's eye, a deep blush settling on her cheeks before she quickly turns away to follow her mother down the stairs.
Jughead sighs. "Give me strength Fin. Your daddy's in trouble," he groans as he walks, diaper in hand, to the next room.
Shortly after making up the couch downstairs, Alice gets started on dinner, leaving Betty and Jughead to homework while Finley enjoys tummy time on a soft blanket between them on the living room floor.
"Man, this problem is impossible," Jughead grumbles to himself as he glares down at one of the many makeup assignments in front of him.
"Let me see," Betty requests as she moves to his side, turning the page in her direction.
Jughead catches a whiff of her perfume and it takes everything he has not to breathe in the sweet vanilla on her outstretched neck.
"Oh, there's your problem," she comments, "that's supposed to be five, not six."
"Oh," Jughead blushes, "if you can't tell, math's not really my strong suit."
"Mine either," she admits, "I just remember why I got that question wrong." The two of them share a laugh, laughing further with the raspberry Finley blows in his struggle to lift the weight of his own head.
"Oh Finny," Betty coos, "Is someone getting grumpy?"
"He's probably hungry," Jughead comments, getting up from the floor. "Would you mind holding him while I make him a bottle?"
Betty's sparkling green eyes go wide with the request as they flicker back and forth from Fin to Jughead.
"You want me to hold him?"
Jughead lets a light chuckle through his nose, "I trust you."
The smile that stretches her lips near melts his heart and he hurries off to prepare Fin's bottle.
"Hey there little guy," Betty says softly as she lifts him carefully from the floor to her chest. "I think I may have broken your daddy," she giggles, nuzzling his little head with her nose as she glances towards the kitchen.
Jughead comes back quickly, offering her the warmed bottle in his outstretched hand.
"You want to feed him," he questions, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I would love to," she smiles, taking the bottle from him. She hesitates a moment, glancing down at Finley's tiny mouth then to the seemingly too large nipple on his bottle.
"Here," Jughead offers, sitting down beside her and guiding her hand to gently nudge the bottle against Finley's lips.
She watches with bright eyes, a grin touching her lips as he searches for his dinner before sucking it forcefully into his mouth. Her eyes flick up to find Jughead far closer than she'd expected, her breath catching in her throat as she glances down to his naturally pink lips.
Jughead clears his throat, simultaneously removing his arm from behind her and settles into the couch. Betty does the same, feeling oddly lonely with the absence of his touch and turns her attention to the baby in her arms.
Finley finishes his bottle quickly, promptly falling into a milk induced coma thereafter. Jughead gets him laid down in the next room before Alice calls for dinner. Twice now, Jughead has enjoyed some of the most delicious food he's ever had at Alice's hand. He can entirely relate to how his father can be so infatuated with her by her cooking skills alone, regardless of what else lies beneath their supposed friendship.
After dinner, Jughead helps Betty with the cleanup in exchange for Alice getting Finley bathed and ready for bed. The two of them load the dishwasher in a comfortable silence, exchanging shy grins and playful pokes.
"Hey," Jughead scolds through laughter as he steadies himself from the hip check Betty had swiftly given on her way to put the left overs in the fridge.
"Oh, whoops," she smirks, capturing her lower lip between her teeth before ducking into the fridge.
Jughead laughs to himself and grabs the last container from the counter to bring it over to the fridge. He stands less than a step behind Betty where she's bent over, rearranging things on a low shelf. His plan had been to wait her out and scare the shit out of her when she turned around, but now, with her ass on display in front of him, it's all he can focus on, the leftovers long forgotten on the island beside him. Without thinking, he steps closer, his front colliding with her backside, earning a very intentional roll of her hips against him. Swallowing hard, his fingers dig into her hips, pulling her hard against him as she straightens up to standing. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes fall to his lips as he presses his growing erection against her with force.
"Alright," Alice says as she enters the room. The two of them fly apart and Jughead quickly shifts to conceal his arousal behind the island. "Little Fin here is all cleaned up and comfy and in desperate need of a bottle.
"I've got it," Betty announces quickly with Jughead's panicked expression.
Alice's brow quirks up just slightly, but if she's suspicious she doesn't say anything when Betty takes Fin from her and hands him off to Jughead who still hasn't moved from behind the island.
"Right, well," Alice starts, regaining her usual composure, "If you kids are all set, I'm going to head up to bed. There's going to be a lot to do in the morning if we plan on getting out of the house."
"Night mom," Betty calls after her as she begins up the stairs. With the sound of her bedroom door closing, the both of them break into silent laughter, Jughead's face hot with the embarrassment of being turned on in front of her mom.
"So," Betty snickers, "you want to show me how to make that bottle?"
"I got it," he laughs, handing Finley off to Betty's waiting arms.
Betty bounces Fin in a soothing manner as they wait patiently for his bottle to warm in the cup of hot water on the counter. When it's ready, Jughead takes Fin from her and heads for the stairs to the basement.
"You want to come down for a bit," he asks, pausing at the top of the stairs for her reply.
"Uhm, yea," she nods, "let me just change out of these jeans."
Jughead smiles at the awkward point of her thumbs in the direction of her room before heading down to his makeshift bedroom.
As Finley is finishing up his bottle, Betty comes down the stairs looking like a dream. She's changed out of her day clothes and into a pair of cotton cheer shorts and a fitted white tee. It's obvious, even from across the room that she's not wearing a bra and Jughead actually has to stifle a groan at the sight of her pink nipples through the almost sheer top. Don't even get him started on the fact that her hair is no longer pulled back, but shaken out into messy waves over her shoulders. He's always had a thing for blondes, but Betty is next level and he's not going to make it.
"Hi," she whispers, smiling at a sleeping Finley as she sits down on the couch beside him, tucking her foot under her opposite leg.
"Hi," he chokes out, almost certain he can see a sliver of lace up the leg of her shorts. Clearing his throat, he gets up to lay Finley down in the pack and play before returning to the couch.
"You want to watch a movie," Betty suggests.
"Uh, yea sure," he nods, "we'll just have to keep it kind of quiet."
Glancing over at Fin, sleeping soundly in his temporary crib, Betty nods and reaches for the remote. They settle on an action film that Jughead never got to see since it came out the week Finley was born, and get comfortable on the couch.
Jughead feels like a nervous wreck sitting beside her and he can't even begin to pay attention to the movie. His mind keeps going back to the way she rolled her hips back against him. She'd been so intentional and there's no mistaking that she wants him too. The only thing keeping his hands at his side are his father's words lingering in his head.
You've got enough on your plate boy.
He knows he's right. He knows he should smarten up, god knows where his last indulgence got him, but fuck does he want her.
"Are you ok," Betty asks suddenly, breaking him of his internal argument. "You look tense."
"Uh, yea. Just tired," he lies, stretching his arms over his head for added effect.
"Hmm," she hums doubtfully. "Scootch."
Before he can protest, Betty wedges herself between his back and the couch, rubbing his shoulders with a skilled hand.
"Oh man that feels good," he groans, blushing with the sound as Betty chuckles behind him.
"I was right," she comments, "You are tense."
"Mmm, sleeping like three hours a night will do that," he mumbles, biting back a moan as she hits a particularly tense spot between his shoulder blades.
Betty continues to massage his upper back, growing hotter with each pleasured sound he releases. Her fingers itch to rub him elsewhere and in a bold move, she glides her fingers around his sides to his abdomen. When he doesn't protest, she allows her fingers to inch up the hem of his shirt and grazes the trail of dark hair she finds below his navel. His hips shift slightly, drawing her attention to the growing bulge in his jeans as he leans back against her chest. She can hear the shakiness of his breathing so close to her ear and it sends shivers straight to her core. Feeling bold with the power she seems to have over him, she dares to press her lips to the rapid pulse in his neck. The groan that he lets out goes straight to her middle and she can't help the squeak she lets against his skin. As she assaults his neck with her teeth and tongue, her fingers fumble with the button on his pants. His own hands come up to help her, pulling his jeans open out of sheer desperation before her hand disappears beneath his waistband.
"Oh fuck," he breathes as her hand wraps firmly around the base of his swollen cock. He watches the movement of her hand beneath his boxers, whining as his need for more friction becomes almost unbearable. In a moment of desperation, he shifts in her arms, knocking her back onto the couch and captures her lower lip in his teeth as he ruts against her.
"God dammit, I want to fucking wreck you," he groans, his forehead coming to rest against hers as he presses his arousal hard against her middle.
Betty lets a breathless moan with the drag of his swollen length against her clit, his aggressive tone sending shockwaves straight to her core. Her toes dig into his waistband, urging it downward as their tongues fight for dominance. With a quick hand, he shoves them the rest of the way down and tugs her shorts aside, panties and all, without ever removing his mouth from hers. His tip finds resistance at her entrance, his head dropping to her shoulder as he releases a frustrated groan.
"What's wrong," Betty asks breathlessly, her hips still searching for friction against him.
"We can't," he damn near whimpers as he draws his hips slightly back, leaving his cock to throb in protest to the sudden absence of stimulation.
Betty whines, succeeding in nudging his tip with a calculated buck of her hips.
"Fuck Betts. You're killing me," he groans before capturing her lips once more.
Her kisses are more urgent now, matching his pace and what little resolve he had to respect his father's wishes have flown out the window entirely.
"Fuck, are you on the pill or anything," he questions, trying desperately to hold himself back. "Oh, thank fuck," he praises with the nod of her head before being pulled down by his cheeks to her waiting mouth.
Betty shimmies her shorts down, allowing them to drop to the floor and Jughead immediately settles the weight of his cock between her glistening folds. Every rock of her hips has him coming undone, his arms shaking as he holds his weight over her. With an upward roll of her hips, Betty captures his tip at her entrance and presses him forward with her heel on his backside. His eyes roll back as he sinks himself deeper, feeling the squeeze of her inner walls on his every inch until he finds resistance, groaning a bit too loudly when she shifts her hips to deepen it further still.
Both of them freeze, eyeing Finley at the other end of the couch. He doesn't move a muscle and Jughead lets out a sigh of relief. They exchange a silent laugh, finding humor in their unorthodox situation and return easily to the moment with the seal of their lips. They move seamlessly together, Betty matching his every push and pull with vigor.
"Oh, Jughead. Just like that," she breathes against his ear before capturing his lobe between her teeth.
"Oh god," he chuckles through a stifled moan, "that's my favorite."
Betty gets a wild look about her before tugging at his ear again, earning a hard thrust as he groans into the crook of her neck. Sitting up on his knee, one foot supporting him on the floor, Jughead raises her left leg to his shoulder and brings his thumb to rub against her swollen bud. His eyes squeeze shut tight as he works to control his thrusts, determined to get her off before he takes the plunge. With every flick and swirl of his fingers against her sensitive nerves, he can feel her tightening and squeezing all around him. As he picks up the pace, Betty's breathing picks up as well, her brows pulling together as she lifts her head to look at where they're connected.
"Harder Juggy," she moans breathlessly and Jughead immediately obliges her plea. She quickly cuts off a slightly too loud moan as it escapes her and Jughead's free hand comes down over her mouth in time for her chorus of cries as she tips over the edge. As Betty falls apart, he struggles to keep his pace, his thrusts becoming sloppy with the quiver of his abdomen.
"God damn," he whisper moans at the mere sight of her beautifully disheveled features.
As he draws his hips back to pull out, he's met with the quick lock of her ankles at his backside, forcing him back to empty himself inside her. He can feel every pulse, thick and hot as it fills her entirely and he's never been more satisfied in his life.
"Fuck," he breathes into her neck, allowing his weight to settle on top of her as he catches his breath.
"I've wanted to do that since last Tuesday," Betty admits between pants, earning a muffled laugh from Jughead.
"Only since Tuesday," he teases, "I wanted to bend you over and make you forget that Andrew's guy from day one."
"You did not," she argues, nuzzling her nose into his shoulder.
"Oh I did," he nods, his head lifting to convey his seriousness with a steady gaze. Betty responds with a toothy grin and forces him upward with a playful shove to his shoulders.
Hissing slightly with the sensitivity of his tip as he slips from her folds, Jughead grabs a baby wipe from Fin's bag to give himself a gentle wipe before offering one to Betty. He gets dressed quickly, reminding himself that Alice is upstairs and urges Betty to do the same.
"You mind sitting with Fin for a minute so I can make him a bottle," he questions easily.
"Yea, go," she smiles.
Jughead only makes it halfway up the stairs before turning back around to kiss her soundly over the back of the couch.
"Sorry, had to," he smirks and Betty can't help but smile as she watches him jog up the stairs.
As Jughead reaches the top of the basement stairs, he slows his pace, creeping more carefully into the kitchen. On the counter, in a warmed mug of water, sits a full bottle intended for Finley. With the clearing of a throat behind him, he freezes in place, his eyes going wide as he breathes a muttered, "Shit."
"Do you take me for a fool," Alice questions calmly from behind.
Turning around slowly, Jughead finds Alice, clad in a matching flannel pajama set, leaned back and sitting cross legged on the couch.
"Uh," he clears his throat, "no ma'am."
Alice gives a careful nod. "I'm not here to scold you," she states, "I think you and Betty are both old enough to make your own decisions, but, I can't condone it under my roof, especially knowing how your father feels on the subject. All I ask is that you make good choices."
Jughead only nods, entirely unsure how to even begin to respond to that. He'd expected to be yelled at, or kicked out, or anything along those lines really.
"Fair warning, I will be relaying the events of this evening to your father," she adds as she stands from the couch.
"Yes ma'am," he near whispers as he watches her retreat upstairs to her room.
Back downstairs, Jughead returns to find Betty cradling Finley in her arms, speaking to him softly as she gently caresses his tiny head with her fingertips. Even with knowledge that there will be hell to pay in his near future, he can't help the fond smile that spreads across his face. As gently as he can manage, he sits down beside her, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest when she looks up at him with what he can only describe as pure adoration in her sparkling green eyes.
"I think he misses his daddy," she says softly, shifting carefully to pass Finley to him.
"Hey little guy, daddy's here" he coos, smiling as he nestles his head into the crook of his elbow.
Betty watches him thoughtfully, leaning on her arm against the back of the couch. She finds him to be incredibly intriguing. On the outside he's this tall, dark guy with the words bad boy written all over him, but he has such a tenderness about him that's almost startling. She finds herself growing more and more fond of him with every passing moment and by the time Finley has finished his bottle, she's worried that he doesn't see her in the same light. Sure, they'd had incredible sex less than an hour ago, but is that all it was for him? Was she just a convenient lay?
As Jughead lays Finley back down in the pack and play, Betty gets up to take her leave.
"You going to bed," Jughead questions in a hushed tone.
Betty nods, "Yea. Mom's probably going to make us shovel in the morning," she groans.
With a grin of silent laughter on his lips, Jughead crosses the room, snaking an arm around her waist and hauling her against him at the bottom of the stairs.
"I had fun tonight," he smirks, pressing her just a bit tighter against him.
"Me too," she grins, toying shyly with the collar of his t-shirt.
Ever so gently, he cups her face in one of his large hands, his thumb grazing her pouty pink lips before his own soft mouth presses against hers. There's an unexpected tenderness to it that nearly sweeps her off her feet and when he pulls away, her eyes remain closed, her mind trying to catch up with the tingling sensation left on her lips.
"Goodnight Betty," he whispers, releasing her from his arms.
"Goodnight," she mutters, shivering at the loss of his warmth before carefully ascending the stairs in her flustered state.
