Over the course of the next few months, Betty and Jughead fall into a routine. Monday through Friday Alice watches Finley while they're at school. On Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays, Betty has vixen practice and sometimes games to attend, leaving Jughead to tend to Fin on his own. Jughead has been working at Pop's for a month now, so on Tuesdays and Thursday's Betty cares for Finley after school until Jughead picks him up around 10:00pm. Some nights he stays over, falling into bed with Betty, who he often finds curled up with Finley tucked snuggly against her chest. Jughead works a double on Saturday's, trying his best to save as much as he can before graduation. FP takes on the duty of watching Finley in the morning when he can, occasionally calling on Sweet Pea if something comes up before Betty arrives at noon. From then, she stays at the trailer, leaving Sunday to be a day they've declared family time. It's the one day their both present at the same time, and they savor every minute of it.

"Come back," Jughead groans, catching Betty's wrist as she gets up from the bed. She scarcely catches herself with her free hand on the edge of the bed, giggling as he hauls her against him and locks his arms and legs around her.

"Juggy, Fin's watching," she warns playfully as he nuzzles her neck, his hips pushing slightly forward to press his arousal into the crease of her ass.

Jughead groans in frustration, "is it too much to ask to just be able to wake up and fuck you into the mattress?"

Betty laughs as he releases her from his hold, flopping grumpily onto his back as she gets up for the second time.

"Good morning my handsome little man," she coos, looking down at a smiling Finley, propped on his elbows on his tummy. With the too far turn of his head in her direction, he rolls onto his back, his arms flailing with the sensation of rolling over. "Awe," she laughs, scooping him up in her arms before he can fuss.

Jughead rolls onto his side, propped on his elbow to ruffle his messy mop of hair as Betty returns to the bed.

"Daddy, I just rolled over all by myself," Betty voices as she hold a very smiley Finley out to Jughead.

"You rolled over big guy," he beams, taking Fin from Betty's outstretched hands to plop him on his stomach atop his chest. Finley immediately props himself up grabbing for Jughead's nose and earning a light chuckle when he successfully grabs hold of his lips. Betty lays back down beside him, her head leaned over to rest on his shoulder as they play lazily with Fin.

"What if we had mom watch Fin overnight next Saturday," Betty suggests, earning a side glance of intrigue from Jughead. "Your dad could drop him off at my house instead of me coming here, and after work you could pick me up."

Jughead nods thoughtfully, "but then what?"

"I don't know," she shrugs. "We could get a room at the five seasons."

"I guess I could afford to break into my savings if you're planning on putting out," he teases, pressing a firm kiss to her head with a smirk on his lips.

"That's kind of the point," she chuckles, sitting up to pull Finley from Jughead's chest so he can get up as well. "I'll talk to mom tonight."

After everyone has been fed and cleaned up, they head out for a walk. The weather has been particularly warm for May and they've taken advantage of it as much as possible. There aren't many kid friendly places on the Southside, so they stick to forest at the edge of Sunnyside. The only downside is the stroller is difficult to maneuver over the forest floor, so they opt for taking turns carrying Finley. He doesn't mind though, especially with what Betty supposes is a spectacular new view from Jughead's height. It's peaceful in the forest, birds singing in the trees and the fresh smell of spring in the air. Finley coos periodically at overhanging leaves grabbing for anything within his reach as they walk together in the warmth of the sun.

By midafternoon, Finley has been put down for a nap, leaving Jughead and Betty a few hours to themselves before FP returns from his Serpent meeting.

"Hey Betts," Jughead calls from the couch as she's washing the dishes from lunch.

Betty quickly rinses the last plate and relocates to the living room.

"Where's your dad," he asks curiously as she enters the room.

"What," she chuckles, startled by the odd question.

"Your mom mentioned him once. Only once actually," he realizes, "You already know about my dad and the Serpents and all that. You can tell me if something bad happened."

"You're sweet," Betty coos with a surprisingly sweet grin as she settles beside him. "There's not really much to tell," she shrugs. "When I was eleven, he was in an accident on his way home from a journalism conference and he was already gone before rescue even made it to the scene."

"Christ, I'm sorry Betts," he apologizes, tugging her into his chest. "I shouldn't have asked."

"It's fine jug," she assures him. "It doesn't hurt anymore like it used to. I go visit him sometimes," she smiles. "He would have liked you."

"Well, I'll have to meet him," he tells her, earning a tender kiss to his lips.

"I love you," she breathes as their foreheads come to rest together.

Jughead's heart skips a beat, the warmth of pure joy filling his chest as a foolish smile spreads across his face.

"I love you too," he mutters happily, pulling her back to capture her lips once more. In all his life, he never thought he'd say those words and mean them with every fiber of his being. Not until Finley was born, and now again, with the beautiful girl that turns his insides to mush. Never before has he felt so whole, as he does now with his love reciprocated in full. He kisses her with a passion he hadn't known himself capable, pouring every ounce of what he feels for her into their embrace. As they kiss, their hands grasping at any and every part of one another, Betty finds her way into his lap. She rocks against him with urgency, her desperation matching his entirely as they bump hands reaching for the button on his jeans. Just as she manages to pull him free, the soft warmth of her palm encircling his swollen shaft, Finley cries out from the other room. Jughead whines, a wordless plea for more as he joins her grasp, stroking himself with her hand.

"Jug," she giggles through a kiss.

"mm-mm," he refuses, moving his lips to her neck as he continues an awkward stroke with her hand.

"We need to get Fin," she tells him, though her grasp tightens around him as he nips the pulse in her neck with his teeth.

Jughead buries his face in the crook of her neck, letting a deep groan of frustration before releasing her hand in defeat.

"I'm sorry Juggy," she coos, her lower lip jutting out in an apologetic pout.

Jughead slumps back against the couch, releasing her to get Fin from his crib as he rakes his hands back into his hair. With a final sigh in frustration, he swipes his hands down over his face, allowing them to drag his features downward before doing up his pants.

Monday morning brings the start of a stressful week. After getting Betty home last night, Jughead received a call from one exhausted Sweet Pea, quite literally begging him to watch Xavier on Wednesday evening. He'd gone on to explain that Toni picked up an extra shift at the Wyrm under the assumption that Pea was free that night, but he failed to mention he too had picked up an extra run that night. Unable to leave him hanging, Jughead agreed, but he has no idea how he's going to handle a wild three year old and his four month old all on his own.

"Hey Betts," Jughead starts, tightening his grip on the steering wheel in anticipation of her response to a question he hasn't even asked yet.

"Yes, I'll help you with Xavier," she replies with a smirk.

"How'd you know I was going to ask that," he questions in surprise, taking wide eyed glances at her while focusing on the road ahead.

"Sweet Pea texted me, asking if you were really ok with watching him," she shrugs. "He apparently still has my number."

Jughead nods, "If his texting you didn't just save me an awkward conversation, I'd be mad about it."

"Oh stop it," she rolls her eyes. "Why would it have been awkward to ask me to help?"

"I don't know," he shrugs, throwing the truck into park outside the school. "I didn't want to ask you not to go to practice."

"Are you kidding," she chuckles, "I would literally say yes to anything if it meant not spending my evening being barked at by Cheryl. I swear she's worse now, with graduation right around the corner than she's ever been."

Jughead laughs, "I don't know how you put up with her for four years."

"Me neither," she laughs before hopping out of the truck.

At this point, it's general knowledge that Betty and Jughead are together, but the stares never cease. With the rumors going around about Jughead having a baby, Betty has become the target of the rumors stemming from its unconfirmed status. She takes them in stride, finding humor in the things her classmates come up with about their life outside of school. There's plenty of speculation that Jughead knocked her up and for whatever reason she just never showed, or that she's a homewrecker and not only took some poor girls boyfriend but her child as well. Her favorite is that Jughead, heroically saved a baby from a burning building and adopted it as his own.

As they walk through the doors, Jughead is hit with the immediate realization that prom is a huge ordeal at Riverdale High. Over the weekend, the school had been plastered with banners and flyers, reminding everyone to buy their tickets. He'd never thought himself to be the kind of guy who would end up going to prom. With Finley and his job who knows how possible that even is, but the delighted smile on Betty's face as she reads a flyer has him speaking before he's even thought it through.

"You want to go," he questions, though it comes out more as a statement. Her face lights up briefly before falling flat.

"No, it's ok," she assures him with a gentle smile, "We have a lot on our plates. Besides, it's silly."

"Betty, if you want to go, we can go," he assures her.

He hates that she's entirely willing to give up something she so clearly wants, just to make his life easier. It's not that he's ungrateful, it's just that she shouldn't even have to make such a choice. High school is supposed to be a time of freedom, and with it the final hoorah of prom night before they set foot into the adult world. She's not the one who messed up and had a kid too young and he'll be damned if she misses out because of the choices he's made.

"Are you sure," she asks sheepishly.

Jughead grins fondly, "Would it make you happy?"

Betty nods, looking almost guilty as she bites down on her lower lip.

"Then we're going," he says with finality.

"Jug-"

"Uh-uh, we're going," he shushes her with a finger to her lips. "We'll have mom and dad watch Fin, and you will get all dressed up for me and we'll dance like idiots and just be kids for the night."

"Oh Juggy," she beams, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I've had my dress picked out since last summer," she giggles against his neck.

"Of course you have," he chuckles, pressing a firm kiss to her cheek.

With the sound of the bell, they break apart, hurrying to their lockers before getting to class.

The rest of the day is filled with preparations for finals week and cramming as much junk knowledge into their heads as they can. It's at times like these that Jughead wonders when the hell he's ever going to use half this crap in his daily life, but it's all about the test scores.

Lunch brings a much too short break, spent outside with Betty. They often take lunch as an opportunity to spend a little extra alone time together. Today, they opted for the privacy of the supply shed at the back of the football field, Betty pressed back against its worn siding as he takes a dominant stance over her. He kisses her breathless, ducking his head to bite at her neck as she tugs him by his belt loops to grind against her.

"I want you to fuck me," Betty requests suddenly.

"Wha- now," he questions in shock.

Betty only nods, capturing her lower lip in her teeth as she pulls open his jeans.

"Betts, what if we get- oh god- caught," he chokes out through a moan as the warmth of her mouth envelopes him.

She sinks him to his base, her throat squeezing hard around his tip before releasing him with a pop.

"Tease," he groans as she comes up to stand.

"I'm only a tease if you don't get to cum Juggy," she shrugs, "so are you going to fuck me or not?"

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but god damn," he chuckles breathlessly, capturing her lips in a hard but tender kiss.

With a smirk, Betty turns around, hiking up the skirt of her sundress, and places her hands on the outer shed wall.

"And no panties," he says in surprise, "did you plan this?"

"Maybe," she purrs, wiggling her hips and nudging her backside against his engorged tip.

Without another word, he thrusts himself inside her, immediately finding a rapid pace with their short window of time. His fingertips dig into her hips as he hauls her back into each thrust, his resolve quickly slipping away as she moans her appreciation.

"Oh Fuck Betts," he moans, "can I cum?"

"Uh-huh," she breathes, her thighs shaking as he hits that perfect spot inside her.

With a guttural moan, Jughead slams hard into her, his arm wrapping tight around her waist to still her movement as he pours himself inside her. With a final, thrust, inching himself deeper, he lets a satisfied sigh against her ear before slipping himself from her folds. Betty remains breathless, leaned back against the shed with her eyes closed as he zips himself up. Startled by his hands beneath her skirt, Betty's eyes drop to where he's knelt on the ground. He smirks wildly up at her, trailing his fingers to her dripping middle before sinking two inside. She moans softly as his fingers work inside her, hitting all the places he's learned drive her wild.

As she nears the point of no return, Jughead slips his head beneath her skirt to suck her swollen bundle of nerves between his lips. The suction of his warm mouth combined with the fluttering of his long fingers inside her pushes her quickly over the edge. Her knees buckle, her hand flying to his head for stability as she falls apart against his mouth. When it becomes too much, she urges him back with a gentle tug of his hair and proceeds to pant as she catches her breath. Jughead picks up his almost forgotten flannel from the ground, wiping his hands before cleaning up the mess of their combined release from Betty's thighs. With a gentle kiss and hushed "I love you's," they walk hand in hand back towards the school.

After school, Jughead ushers Betty to practice, leaving her with a kiss before heading out to pick up Finley. When he arrives at the Cooper household, he finds Alice bathing Fin in the kitchen sink.

"Oh look Finny," she coos, "It's daddy."

Finley's only reply is the continuation of gnawing on his washcloth, earning a lighthearted chuckle from his father.

"Our little man here decided that now would the perfect time to blow out his diaper," Alice explains.

"Ah," Jughead nods, stifling a laugh with Alice's feigned displeasure. "Perfect timing."

Grabbing the towel from the counter, Jughead holds it open over his chest to receive his wet and wiggly infant. He wraps him up snugly and they relocate to the living room where his play mat is still out.

"Hey Alice," Jughead starts as he's diapering Finley. "I now this is a lot to ask, but do you think you'd be willing to watch Fin in a couple of weeks so I can take Betty to prom?"

"Another overnight," she wonders.

"I know," he shakes his head, "It's stupid, never mind. "

"I didn't say no," Alice assures him with a hand on his shoulder. "Of course I'll watch Finley. You only get to be kids once and I know for a fact that Betty has had her dress picked out since last summer."

Jughead nods with the knowing grin on Alice's face. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," she smiles. "Your father and I can make a night of it."

"I don't know if he'll be as on board with the whole idea," he worries as he comes up to stand with a freshly pajamaed Finley.

"Oh there will be no objections there, I'll make sure of it," Alice argues confidently.

"I don't even want to know," he laughs before strapping Fin into his car sat.

The next day, Jughead and Betty drive to school together as usual. Upon their arrival to school, Jughead informs Betty that they're for sure going to prom, to which she proceeds to ring her arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses as she beams with excitement. He can't help but laugh, feeling on top of the world with how happy he's made her with something as simple as a date to a school dance. Tugging her into his lap in the cramped cab of his dad's old truck, he kisses her with a deep passion that quickly turns to an urgent need to have her. Betty's kisses grow bolder with the hardness growing in his jeans. As she cranes her neck downward to nip at his neck, the trucks horn sounds loudly through the parking lot, startling them back into a fit of laughter. Red faced and slightly mortified, they make their way out of the truck and into the school full of judgmental glances.

At lunchtime, Betty and Jughead spend their time separately today. Betty finds herself alone in the Blue and Gold, editing a few articles as she picks at her lunch. She hates that they're missing out on their usual alone time, but Jughead has a test to retake in geometry. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that he has to work immediately after school.

After a particularly busy night at Pop's, it's not until almost eleven that Jughead gets to the Cooper's. He lets himself in with the key Alice had given him a few months back and heads straight up to Betty's room. Carefully, he closes the door behind him as silently as possible. No matter how tired he is, the sight of his girlfriend sound asleep with his son content at her side will always bring a smile to his face. He watches them, the gentle rise and fall of their chests as he pulls off his work clothes. As much as he'd like to collapse in bed with his two favorite people, he smells like a grease trap and feels equally as slimy. Of all the things he could grow tired of, never once had he thought the lingering smell of burgers and fries would make that list. With a gentle kiss to Betty's head and a soft hand on Fin's little belly, he reluctantly makes his way to the bathroom for a shower.

The next morning brings their usual Wednesday routine. Betty gets up with Fin for a feeding and prepares both him and herself for the day, allowing Jughead to catch up on a bit of sleep. Alice will typically step in and give the teens a bit of time to themselves, to which Betty wakes Jughead up with a coffee and a bit of fooling around. This morning, however, Alice had been called into work unexpectedly to handle a situation with the morning paper.

"Daddy," Betty coos softly as she helps Finley sit upright on the mattress. "It's time to wake up daddy."

Jughead groans lazily, his scowl breaking into an adorable grin with Finley's grabbing at his nose.

"Hey big guy," he mumbles, his voice raspy with sleep. Lazily, he scoops Finley up onto his chest, earning a giggly grin as he nuzzles him with his nose. Betty stretches across the bed to which he quickly captures her lips in a lazy kiss. "I take it this means no fun time," he complains.

Betty offers an apologetic smile to which he lets a heavy sigh.

"Figures," he grumbles, "The one time I don't take care of myself in the shower."

"Jughead," Betty scolds playfully.

"What," he chuckles, "I'm dying here Betts."

"It's been like a day-"

"And yesterday morning," he reminds her, "I've been on edge from the moment your ass alerted the entire parking lot of our messing around."

"And I said I was sorry," she argues, though there's no bite to it.

"I know," he sighs. "It's not your fault. I'm just grumpy."

"Well, you're going to have to stay grumpy until later," she tells him as she lifts Fin from his chest. "I let you sleep longer than usual and we need to be out of here in like ten minutes."

With another sigh, he brings his hands to his face and lets a frustrated groan behind them, earning a stifled giggle from Betty.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this," he smirks.

"Oh, poor baby," she teases.

"Hey, watch it," he threatens playfully, earning a stick of her tongue before she disappears into the hallway.

Later that evening, Jughead and Betty catch up on a bit of homework, Finley on his play mat between them as they await Sweet Pea's arrival with Xavier. School had been highly stressful with a few of their finals being taken today and neither of them are looking forward to the other's they'll be taking next week. As they work on their separate assignments, Betty watches Jughead from time to time, smiling at the way his tongue sticks out just a bit when he's thinking.

"What," he questions upon catching her staring.

Betty shakes her head, "I love you."

Jughead smiles, "And I love you." With his words, he sets his work aside and scoots over beside her to kiss her tenderly. The kiss quickly becomes heated, Jughead guiding her hand to the growing bulge in his jeans.

"Jug," she warns, eyeing a wiggly Finley out of the corner of her eye.

"Uh-uh," he retorts, turning her chin back to him with his index finger. "He's not going to remember. Please?"

With a roll of her eyes, she allows him to take her lips once more. His nimble fingers make quick work of the button on his jeans before he closes her hand roughly around his tented boxers. Betty rubs him over the thin fabric, eyeing Finley periodically who remains oblivious, watching the colorful octopus dangling over his face. Jughead bites back a moan as she pulls him through the opening of his boxers, her warm hand encircling his swollen shaft.

"Hey," Sweet Pea calls as the front door swings open.

Jughead and Betty jump apart in a flash, Jughead quickly doing up his pants as Pea comes into the kitchen.

"Xavier had dinner before we left, so you don't need to feed him. He just-" Sweet Pea pauses, raising an eyebrow at his two red faced friends sitting awkwardly on the living room floor. "I'm not even gonna ask," he laughs.

Betty clears her throat as she stands from the floor. "So you were saying Xavier already ate?"

"Uh, yea," he nods, giving a knowing smirk, "He just needs to have his teeth brushed and he'll be ready for bed. I usually get him to bed around seven thirty or so. Toni is going to pick him up after her shift, probably around one."

Betty nods, glancing over her shoulder as Jughead comes up behind her.

"Watch yourself," Jughead offers as Sweet Pea makes for the door.

"Always do," he nods, giving a wave to Xavier as Betty picks him up to hold him at her hip.

"Bye daddy," Xavier calls.

"Be good," Sweet Pea winks, earning a tiny giggle as Xavier hugs his stuffed puppy, hiding half his face shyly in the crook of Betty's neck.

The evening goes far more smoothly than Jughead had imagined it would. Upon agreeing to watch Xavier, he had pictured himself in the fetal position on the floor as Finley screamed and Xavier ran circles around him, but Betty is a natural. He watches her proudly as she easily juggles Xavier and Finley, reading a story to the curious three year old while Finley sucks happily at his dinner in her lap.

After they get the kids to bed, Finley in his crib and Xavier snuggled up in a mound of pillows and blankets on Jughead's bed, the two of them get to work cleaning up. In just a few short hours, the house had gone from neat to looking like a war zone. There are toys and books strewn across the living room, snack wrappers, empty bottles, and sippy cups littering every available surface and the couch has been disassembled into a blanket fort against the coffee table. Betty is like a whirlwind, whipping through the place and leaving it spotless in her path. Jughead manages to get the couch back together as Betty is finishing up with the dishes. As she rinses the final dish, Jughead's arms wrap around her waist from behind, his lips meeting her neck in a gentle kiss.

"You smell like spit up," he laughs, earning a smack with a wet hand against his chest.

"Shower," she questions as she turns in his arms, earning an eager nod before he darts into the bathroom. Betty laughs as he strips his clothes faster than ever before, his foot getting caught in his jeans as he struggles to pull them off.

Under the stream of hot water, Betty only now realizes how exhausted she is and Jughead takes notice. Though he's desperate to have her, he takes his time, allowing her to relax as he shampoos her hair. She does so much for him, especially tonight and he wants to show her how much he appreciates her. As Betty rinses her hair, Jughead trails his fingertips over her slick skin. He starts at her jaw, tracing it to her chin before dragging his index finger along her throat, pausing in the valley of her breasts. As he cups her full breasts in his hands, massaging them gently, he lowers his head to suck at one of her pearled pink nipples. Betty lets a breathless sigh, her hand coming to rest at the back of his head as he nips at her skin. Her breathing picks up as he trails his hand further down, skimming her abdomen and causing it to quiver beneath his touch. His fingers slip between her folds, gliding easily into her wet opening. He pumps two fingers inside her, curling them over and over as he suckles at her breasts.

"Oh Jug," she pants, "I want you inside me."

Jughead groans against her skin, his hips bucking instinctually in search of her heat. In a quick maneuver, he has her spun around, her face pressed into the cool shower wall as he tugs her closer with a firm grip on her hips. She lets a whine in anticipation, unable to keep her backside still as his tip nudges her entrance from behind.

"Fuck me," she pleads, letting a grunt in surprise as he sinks himself entirely within her core.

"Oh fuck," Jughead chokes out, his knees going weak with the stimulation he's been seeking all day. He fucks into her at a hurried pace, their wet skin slapping loudly and echoing off the shower walls. Every breathless moan from his beautiful girl brings him closer and closer to the edge. As he hauls her closer, bottoming out inside her, he wraps his arm around her front to rub tight circles on her swollen bud. Her thighs quiver, her moans becoming jagged as he thrusts into her with force.

"Cum for me baby," he pants, "Oh fuck, I want to feel you cum on my dick," he whines as he works her faster with the threat of his own climax building.

"Oh Juggy, just like that," she coos, releasing a pitchy moan, her hands seeking purchase on the slippery tub wall as she falls apart. Her walls flutter and squeeze all around him, making it impossible to hold on as he tips over the edge, spurting everything he has deep within her core. His knees shake with the aftershock of his climax, Betty collapsing against the wall as he releases his grip on her waist to hold himself up on the wall. "Fuck," he laughs breathlessly.

Betty smiles lazily as she shifts to face him, his overstimulated cock twitching as it slips from her middle.

"We should probably get out," she giggles.

Jughead nods, kissing her head as he reaches behind her to shut off the water.

After toweling off and getting themselves dressed, Betty checks on the boys before settling on the couch where Jughead is laid down on his side. He tugs her flush against him scooting back to make room before tugging down the throw blanket on the back of the couch. The two of them quickly doze off with the hum of the TV in the background.

A little after midnight, Betty wakes to the sound of Finley fussing down the hall. Carefully, so as not to wake Jughead, she gets up from the couch to pad silently down the hall. As she opens the door to Jughead's room she can't help but smile at Xavier, his little bum in the air with his legs tucked beneath him as he sleeps soundly in his nest of pillows.

"Hi buddy," she whispers as she lifts Finley out of his crib. "Is someone hungry?"

With Finley rested over her shoulder, she re-tucks Xavier's blanket around him before slipping silently out of the room.

"You're up," Betty says in surprise as she's met with Jughead warming a bottle in the kitchen.

"Of course I am," he chuckles. "I'm actually surprised that you're up."

"Why's that," she wonders as Jughead takes Finley from her.

"This is the first time you've gotten up for Fin on your own," he comments.

"Oh," she says in realization, "I guess I'm a real mama now. I mean, I'm not his mom. I just meant that's what moms do, and-"

"Relax," he chuckles. "You're his mom Betts. Blood or not, I'm not planning on letting you go anytime soon. I'm all for him calling you mama."

"Really," she grins, a dampness welling in her eyes.

"Really," he nods, dropping a kiss to her head before settling in the living room with Finley.

As Finley is finishing up his bottle, there's a knock at the door. Betty gets up to answer it, greeting Toni with a smile.

"Hey," Toni greets. "God, it's been too long," she grins as she pulls Betty in for a hug.

"Far too long," Betty agrees.

"Was he alright for you guys," she questions softly.

Betty nods, "He was perfect. He's a great kid."

"Thanks," Toni smiles shyly before making her way into the living room.

"Hey Jones. Long time no see," she greets.

"Toni," Jughead smiles lazily as he stands from the couch. "Come here," he requests, holding his free arm out to envelope her in a tight side hug.

Toni chuckles from within his bear hug, rising on her toes to peer at the baby in his arms.

"Oh, he's so sweet," Toni gushes. "Who knew you could make something so cute."

"Hey," he glares playfully, "I'm at least mildly good looking aren't I."

"You keep telling yourself that," she teases, earning a shake of his head as he chuckles.

Once Toni has finished cooing over little Finley, Betty leads her back to Jughead's room where she scoops Xavier up from the bed. It's quite the sight, such a tiny woman hauling a sleeping boy that's nearly half her size and Betty can't help but smile.

"We'll have to get together sometime," Toni comments as they get to the door. "Maybe have a kid free night out. I'm sure we all could use it."

"Absolutely," Betty agrees as Jughead nods behind her.

"I'll text you," she smiles as she steps through the doorway. "Thank you again. You guys are lifesavers."

After a quick wave goodbye, Betty and Jughead finally get to bed, Finley tucked soundly between them.

"Have I ever told you how amazing you are," he says fondly.

Betty ducks her head, her blush hidden in the darkness of the room.

"I love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you too."