Chapter 29- Shattered For The Chosen One's
When Fp wakes again, Alice's staring at him with soft eyes and kisses him. Fp smiled at her and leans down and kisses her. He couldn't believe they haven't had sex in three months. Which was very surprising for both Fp and Alice. They guessed they were too busy dealing with Koel for the pleasure.
She kisses his collarbone with her tender touch. Her tender touch sends Fp into a dirty, wet and his boxers tightened in the inside. She smirks and yanks off his boxers. Her nails scrap against his skin and he feels her tongue trail down lower and lower. He feels like he's about to come. Alice smugly takes his throbbing cock into her mouth.
And then he flips over and gets on top of her weak body. His lips attack her sensitive skin. She knows he likes to play dirty and she loves that about him. His finger enters her cilnt she feels a wave of excitement overpass her body. "Fuck!" Her voice strangles as his body grinded against hers.
Her teeth sink into his pecs and she nibbles. "Fuck, Al!" He squeezes out as he comes.
After the aerobics was surveyed correctly, Fp and Alice never felt more satisfied. It seemed like since they had Koel that only raised their sexual connections with one another.
Alice slips out of his arms when he fell asleep and redressed quietly before closing the door softly behind her. She's careful not to wake him. She knows that he's still upset about Abby. She didn't know how badly affected he was by it. No she didn't think he moved on. You never move on from something like that.
She also know it's going take some time for him to figure out what's going. He went to years of therapy. It took him years to fully compress what happened when he was only thirteen. His mother left when he was ten-years-old. She had to leave after his father drank and kept hitting them. His mother did try taking the kids. But his father pointed a gun at her and she left in tears. That was the last time that Fp ever saw his mother. His mother didn't know about Abby's death. They were never able to find her. He had to stay with his aunt and Uncle on the other part of the southside.
She makes her way to the kitchen and opens the fridge to gather all the ingredients for the omelets she was making. She pulled out the eggs, spinach, tomatoes, bacon and four plastic storage bags.
"Mmmh…. those smell so sound, Mom." Betty commented as she walked into the kitchen and sat down at the massive island.
Alice looks up from cracking the eggs and smiles at her daughter. "Morning, Betty." She chirps as she began to crack an egg against the mixing bowl.
"Mom!" Alice heard another voice call for her. She looks to her left and sees Cheryl making her way to the island.
"What can I do for you, Cher?" She asks as she sets the mixing bowl on the other side of the island.
Cheryl smiles as she sits down next to BB. She sniffs the air before opening her mouth. "Can Toni stay for dinner tonight?" She asks with a sweet smile.
"I don't see why not." Alice answers as she turns the burner on med-low. Cheryl and Betty high-fived each other before linking arms and heading into the living room.
When Fp woke up the second time. He was fighting to keep the tears at bay. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and dialed Pop's number. After he finished explaining what was going on. Pop Tate gave him a few days off to recoopiate.
He lumbers out of bed and walks into the kitchen. To find an omelet waiting for him on the counter. He smiles down at the note.
"Hey, Baby. I made you some omelets for when you wake up. I went to work and I dropped the kids off at school. I also got Koel into daycare. I'll pick him up. Pop called me and told me you aren't feeling well. You'll be okay, Fp. I love you very much. Enjoy your breakfast or should I say brunch."- Al.
He chuckles as he sets the note back down and grabs the plate of omelets off the counter. He walks over to the coffee maker and presses the brew button. As he waits for his coffee to brew. He sits on the stool and looks at the marble countertop. He slices a thin cut into the omelet and brings it to his mouth. It's still warm and fluffy as it crumbles in his mouth. He hears beeping from the coffee maker and gets off the stool. He scurried after the beeping and grabs the coffee pot. He poured himself his coffee and sits back down.
He didn't sleep well. He kept hearing his sister's cries as his father hit her and then killed her. Once that nightmare was over. Another one started. He didn't like getting no sleep. He called in today and he now he felt bad. He never called in unless t was important. And since Pop Tate knew Him since he was little. He knew that He would understand why he called in.
A sudden knock broke his concentration and he quickly stood up to see who was at the door. He was still barely functioning. He knew Fred since before they were even out in the world. His mom and Fred's mom were best friends. Fred's mom treated him as her own after his mother left. He was ten and Abby was three at the time. He missed his sister so much. His mother was so kind and energetic when he was young. That was until his father became addicted to drugs and sold them on street corners. He would come home drunk or high as a kite.
The beatings started three months after his father got laid off. At first it was a hit or two and then it quickly escalated to six or nine a night. He started having to hid Abby in closets, under beds and in his parents room. Homelife wasn't pleasant. And he was glad his mother got out alive. He still did t know if she was alive or not. His mother never left him address for him to contact her. She feared his father would find her and kill her. And she was right to fear about that. Because three years after his mother left his sister was murdered.
He opens the door and sees Fred staring at him with a serious expression. He looks down at the ground to avoid his friend's eyes. He didn't want the pity right now. He wanted to be left alone and hide with a bottle. He was afraid if he did. He would drink himself to death.
"I heard about after the game. I'm sorry about you having to find out like that. And it was completely wrong." Fred's voice blurred out his thoughts.
Fp didn't care about that anymore. It was in the past and it was done and over with. No reason to dwell on the past. He just shook his head and sighs. "It's fine. I've gotten over it, Fred." Fred notices the tone in his voice and wonders what's wrong.
With soft eyes he opens his mouth," F, what's wrong?" He asks as he squeezes his shoulder for comfort.
All that Fp says was shocking to Fred. Fp hadn't said her name in almost three decades. "Abby." That name makes his blood freeze and he looks at his friend with softer eyes.
"F, She's gone. I know you feel like it was your fault. But it wasn't." Fp shakes his head and drops his arms to his sides.
"No! It was all my fault!" He raises his voice and drops his hands again. Fred knew that Fp beamed himself back then and now was doing the same thing.
He hated seeing him break down for months after his sister passed. He found him by an old sewer pipe crying into his knees, rocking back and forth against the rusty iron piping. Other times he would find him by the abandoned park sporting an bruised eye. And the day he found out the abuse; he went to his parents and they alerted the authorities. He was taken by his aunt and uncle on the other side of the trailer park.
Fred slowly captures Fp in his arms and lets him break down. He whispered into his ears and Fp still continued crying. He didn't like crying in front of people. He didn't want Fred to tell anyone and he knew that Fred would obey that. "It wasn't your fault, F. It was never your fault. He picked up the gun and you were tied to a chair. There was nothing you could've done to stop him." His friend's calming voice made him stop crying.
He wiped his eyes and looked at Fred. "Thanks, Freddie. Don't tell Jug about Abby. I'm just not ready. And it makes me sad that JB and Jughead won't have an aunt. My aunt was the best. I can't She was related to that bastard." You could hear the resentment in his voice. His hatred for his father was still long brewing. And it meant never stop brewing.
At dinner, Alice made chicken wings and carried them out to everybody who was seated. Cheryl invited Toni over and they all sat down. Fp feels worrisome eyes on him. He looks back and sees Betty. He knows she doesn't understand what happened earlier this morning. He doesn't blame her for having questions. He would have some if he were her too. Jughead sits next to Jellybean; since his little sister begged for him too and he felt compelled to do so. It's quiet for majority of the dinner besides every once in while a glass or a slurp could be heard.
First to speak was Cheryl; which surprised a lot of people. "How was everyone's day?" Her tone ringed through all their eardrums. Jughead just stuffed his face with food.
"Food." Cheryl rolled her eyes. Of course he spent the day eating. It wouldn't be Jughead without food.
She scoffed,"You never stop eating, Jughead." She snipped as she cleaned the chicken off the bone.
He rolls his eyes and snorts." Because food is good." He defends as he bit into his chicken wing. Barbecue sauce was all over his face, hands and arms. Cheryl's face contorts with disgust and dabs her lips with the paper towel on the side of her plate.
Alice stayed quiet and kept eating. Her mind was swept into her thoughts. She knew that Fp was going to need some time to figure out what to do. And when he's ready he'll talk about it.
A week later, Alice's phones rings. She rushes over to her desk in her office. She brings her phone to her ears and smiles like never before. She can't believe it was actually happening. She runs into Fp's workout room. She sees his ripped abs and the sweat dripping down his body. She can't wait to tell him the news. They have been waiting anxiously for weeks now. She glances down at his abs and feel her heart rate pick up.
Fp hears footsteps as he lifts two ten-pound weights above his chest. He sets the bell bar on the rest and grabs his shirt that was on the floor. He sees Alice standing in the front door, smiling wide and hopeful. He gets up and walks over to her, capturing her in a sweaty kiss. He smirks when he sees her stick out her tongue and wipe the sweat off her arms.
"Sierra called and…." She started off as she looks at his face. She can see the anxiousness written on his face.
"And what, Alice?" He breathes out as he wipes his forehead with his T-shirt and refocuses.
She sneaks a peek at his chest. A replica Serpent Tattoo that she has on her upper thigh. And on the right side of his chest. She sees a little Jelly Bean shape and smiles. She looks back up at Fp and she can't believe she was crying.
"And we were approved!" She announced as she threw arms around his body; not caring they she got all sweaty.
Fp's jaw dropped open and he looks at her speechlessly. "Wait really?" She nods and he holds her in his arms. "Oh My God, Al. It's happening." They never been so happy as they were right then.
"It's happening, Jonesey!" She squealed as she kissed him passionately.
He hooks his arms around her neck and starts kissing down her collarbone. She holds in her moans and they close the door. They didn't want the kids walking in. So when they purchased the house; they put a lock on that door. The kids didn't know about the lock though.
Cheryl walks into house after a long day of school. She looked around the house and notice the abundance of streamers and confetti around the room, kitchen and walls were balloons. Betty came in shortly after with Jughead. And Jellybean walks in after her brother. She's blown away by all the confetti and starts throwing some in the air. Alice and Fp soon walked in the room with a cake in their arms. Cheryl's face lit up as she read the writing on the cake.
"I'm getting adopted?" She watched as Alice's face grew. With something. Happiness. Fp nodded his head as he placed the cake on the coffee table.
"Welcome to the family, Cheryl." Her eyes watered and she ran into his arms. Fp was a bit taken back by the gesture,but didn't hesitant. He wrapped his arms around her and she let out sobs.
Betty couldn't believe this was happening. It was official. Cheryl was one of them. Jughead and Jellybean clapped hands together and Alice joined the hug. She couldn't believe this was happening either. It seemed like a dream come true.
A month later, the night before October 2nd, Early in the day, Alice was making a cake for Jughead. He was turning seventeen; which is a big milestone. Jughead didn't like the fuss about birthdays. He still had childhood-PTSD from when he was a child. He told them he didn't want to do anything for his birthday. Just maybe go to Pop's and eat all the burgers. But no they wanted to throw him a party.
"Juggie. Please. I promise this one won't be a disaster." Betty pleaded as she looked him in the eyes.
Jughead stopped typing on his laptop, looked at Betty and scoffed. He knew something would go wrong. Something always went wrong no matter the time of the day or place. Something always goes wrong. He could see her pleading smile and Cheryl's eyes. He was still a little afraid of her. Who wouldn't be. She can annihilate anyone who got in her way.
"No, I'm not letting you throw me another party, Betty. The last one wasn't one I wanted either." Cheryl bit her lip. She knew that she ruined his sixteenth for him. She didn't mean to ruin it. She was just wanted to be cared. And yes she did have the right intentions but it failed miserly.
"Jug, again I want to apologize for that. I was jealous and I just lost Jason. And I know that's no excuse. Just please let me make this up to you."
Jughead uncrosses his arms from his chest and huffs out a sigh." Fine. Only if it stays my friends." Cheryl squeals and hugs him tightly.
"Thank you! Thank you!" She and Betty exclaim together as they walked away dancing.
Later that evening, Fp was in his office going through bills and medical bills. He was very stressed with the bills. He knew Jughead's bills were paid by Veronica and he still couldn't believe the genousity in her. Hiram was dead. Penny was in prison. Hal was also in prison. Gladys was dead too. Since she was still his wife. He got surprised by all the hospital visits. Turns out she was getting high and overdosing on her pills. He couldn't believe that he was getting bombarded by unnecessary bills that weren't his. Unfortunately getting married to the wrong woman has consequences. Always know for sure if you want to be stuck with someone for the rest of your life.
He turned to his left when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in." He called as he set the pail of bills down.
His office door swings open, two cheerily teens stand in his doorway. Their smiles brighten up the room. He slides his office chair around the room and looked at them. "Remember that party I wanted to throw?" Cheryl reminded him as she looked at him.
He nods his head and smiles,"Yeah what about it?"
Cheryl walks into the office and sets down a party planner on his desk. His eyes widened. "I was able to convince Jug to let me throw him one."
Fp doesn't really know what kind of blackmail or extortion his son was tricked with or nor he didn't want to know. He also didn't want to say no to her adorable smile. He liked seeing her more free to herself and happy. He knew that her life wasn't happy and inviting. So it was nice to see a lighthearted Cheryl.
"Girls…" He paused as he rubbed his face with his hand. "I don't know how you convinced my boy. Since he's been stubborn since his sixth birthday." His lips curled into a slight frown.
He was aware that was his fault. His drinking and gambling all their money ruined his day and all other birthdays to come after that. He still feels guilty to this day about his decisions and actions he made at that time in his life.
"Please." Cheryl and Betty begged together as their eyes crossed into adorable puppy-dog eyes.
Which Fp found adorably annoying. He didn't know why he found it cute. Maybe it was Koel getting to me all of a sudden. His little man was making him soft. Not that he cared or let it bother him. He loved his son too much.
"Fine." He replied as he groaned. The girls squealed out and started hugging him aggressively. And he wasn't too happy with that either. He kept thinking poor Jug. He's going to be the one dealing with this.
October 2nd came before they knew it. Jughead complained as he opened the door. At least the followed one of his many demands. A small party. Check. That was the only thing that they listened to. Fp chuckled at his son when he saw his face. Jughead didn't look to pleased. And who could blame the kid. He didn't have a good childhood like most children do. His mom turned into a psychopath and tried killing. His father struggled with alcohol addiction. So who would blame him.
"Happy 17th, Jug." Fp cheered as he messed with his son's head.
Jughead scowled when he saw his beanie had been lifted from his head and rolled his eyes. Fp held his hat above him. Jughead jumped as high as he could and didn't reach his beanie.
"Dad! Not this game again. You did it for my seventh birthday." He groached as he snatched his beanie back from his father's hands, and placed his beanie back on top of his head.
"Oh chill, Jug. I'm just teasing." His son sticks out his tongue at him. He shakes his head at his son. "Anyway, This wasn't my idea. I know you don't like celebrating your birthday." He can feel his throat going dry. His stomach still raging with regret and guilt from his decisions.
Jughead knows his dad feels guilty for ruining his childhood and for everything afterwards. All the times he missed his games or when he tried out for track; but didn't make it. The times his father never showed up at night and left him worried; thinking his father died or was killed.
He sighed before hugging his dad. Fp was shocked by the hug, but gave in anyway. His son actually looked happy for once. He always wanted his son to be happy and healthy. He knows that all his failures made his son hate him. He still can't believe that his son still pushed so hard to get him released from prison. He thought that his son would just give up on him. Yes he would be devastated that his son chose to ignore him. But he'd also would understand after all his pain. That his son just couldn't take it anymore.
"Thanks dad." He never thought his son would thank him. The hug was short-lived, Archie dragged Jughead out of the room. And he knew it was going to be drinking. No he wasn't fond of that idea. He didn't want his son to end up like him.
He walks away shortly after his son was dragged away against his will and heads into the kitchen. Where he finds Alice cooking up a storm. He smiles at her as she chops up three tomatoes and placed them into a medium-sized decorative bowl.
"Need any help?" He asked as he leaned against the doorframe. Alice glances up from the cutting board and stops chopping. Her eyes widened with delight.
"Yeah…. Uh…" She paused trying to figure what he could to help her. When she spots an onion in a small storage bag. "Here. Dice this onion for me." She directs him over to the other side of the table.
He nods his head in acknowledgement and tosses the onion up in the air and catches it in his hands. He pulls out another cutting board and starts dicing the onion into fine chops.
"Jughead seems to be having fun." He teased jokingly. Alice laughed and scooped the diced onions into her bowl and kissed her cheek.
"That's good." She laughed as she looked out into the living room and saw them playing Pictionary.
Fp joins her and looks out the front view. Of course his son drew a burger and Betty guessed right away. "I think he's addicted to food." He joked as he helped carry the bowl of salsa over to the snack bar.
"Agreed." She agreed with him and wraps her arms around his waist. "I love you so much, Fp."
He holds her and they sway together to the music that was playing in the living room. She curls her hands around his neck as their hips to rhythm. "I love you too, Al."
Cake time Jughead's favorite time. He loves cake and food in general. Fp, Alice, Betty, Cheryl, Jellybean, Archie and Veronica gathered around the table. Jughead stood in front of the table as the sang him happy birthday. After they sang, Alice cut into the cake and served the birthday man first. She can't believe he was almost eighteen. She really couldn't believe that any of them were going to graduate next year. Seniors. What? That can't be right? But it was completely right. Next was presents. He got money and a new laptop from Alice and his dad.
For weeks he had been hinted that his laptop was getting slower and Alice thought it would be a nice surprise if she got him one for his birthday. Betty got him a new mystery book for his gift. Jughead smiled as he hugged his dad and Alice. Cheryl noticed him grabbing her gift she got for him. Jughead started unwrapping the paper and gasped.
It was a first edition dvd signed by Stephen king himself. His cursive signature caught his eyes and he held up the signed book. Fp was stunned by the book. Jughead really loved Stephen King growing up. That was one thing he wished he could've got him. He remembered the one time the movie "It" was playing at the twilight drive-in. He couldn't get off work early enough and they missed his one opportunity to watch it when it came out. His son was seven at the time. That was all he wanted to do for his birthday. And that was the last time he asked for anything for his birthday.
"Thanks Cher. How did you know?" Jughead was speechless. He never thought that this would ever happen.
"Archie informed me about your lifelong dream gift and I couldn't resist." Cheryl explained as Jughead looked over at his best friend. Archie nodded his head and grinned.
"Yeah. I remember how upset you were when— I mean that you were disappointed." He corrected himself as he felt a pang of guilt fall from Fp's face.
It only dug deeper in his veins and heart valve. Fp tried to keep his smile from fading off his face. Jughead caught onto his father's uneasiness and decided to move on and open more gifts.
After the party came to an end. Fp helped Alice clean up the aftermath. Confetti still there from the adoption surprise. Popped balloons all over the place. The party ended in an success and not a failure this time. Jughead was actually enjoying his birthday again and thought maybe he could enjoy many more to come. Betty and Cheryl had Veronica spend the night and Jughead had Archie spend the night too.
Three weeks later, Today was the day. Alice woke up in his arms. She loved how this felt. Being in your lovers arms every waking moment and sleepy second. Nothing could compared to that. Fp felt a little jerk and flickered his eyes open. To find Alice looking at him. "Morning, Baby." Her voice was so soft and warming. That his ears peaked up.
As he was laid out with his legs entwined with her. "Morning Babe. Today is the big day." His voice husked as he leaned down kissed her softly.
She could smell his morning breath. She didn't care. She deepened the kiss and ran her hands through his hair. He holds her frame with his steady hands. Taking a breather the lovers rolled onto their backs, panting for air and chest rising high.
Cheryl's alarm blared in her ears as she groaned. She loved her sleep so much. She wouldn't be Cheryl if she didn't have her rest. A click in her head, jarred her out of bed and feet plant into the carpeting. She was getting official adopted today. She had been waiting for weeks. She didn't want to be associated with the name Blossom. It was a name for the tainted. And she wasn't tainted. She was her own. Blossom and Coopers were murders and she didn't want that life. Her mother signed away her rights way before she was being considered for adoption. And now that it was happening.
Breakfast was cut short and everyone piled into the minivan. Alice got a new car. There was no room for five kids. Damn she felt old. She only gave birth to two of the five. Charles was dead and Polly was in prison for trying to kill her. She still wondered why it turned out to be like this.
Courtrooms were always awful to be in. For Fp. It brought up not the fondest memories. Alice squeezed his hand gently as they stood for the judge. Cheryl's shaking. Not cause she's scared. No she's anxious to get rid of the Blossom name. Jughead wrapped his arms around Betty's waist and pulled her close to him. Betty's smiling as Her mother and Fp signed their names into the legal document.
"Cheryl Marjorie—"
Cheryl held up her hand. "No I don't want that name." Alice and Fp looked confused. Betty, Jughead eyed at one another in suspense.
"Uh Miss what name do you want?" The Judge asks the red headed.
"Cheryl Aleah Jones." Fp's eyes widened. He never thought in a million or trillion years that she would pick his name. He thought she would go for smith. He didn't think Jones.
"Wait for real?" Cheryl smirked at his speechless face. Alice and everyone was a bit surprised.
Cheryl nods her head and smiles,"It would be honor, Fp to have your name. You showed me what a father is and I've never had that before. Yes you make mistakes. But what father doesn't make mistakes? You wanted to risk your life for your kids. My father didn't want to do that. He killed my brother and—" She pauses as her eyes bring to tear up.
It was all hitting her. If she gets rid of the Blossom name. Would she lose her brother? Betty noticed the apprehension in her eyes. She gazed at her and Cheryl wipes her eyes. " You are my Dad and there's no other name I would take." Fp's glistened back the tears.
He wasn't expecting to get this emotional. It wasn't supposed to be sappy. But he couldn't keep his eyes dry. Alice squeezed his hand and he let the joy-filled tears roll down his cheeks. He doesn't bother wiping them away. This was probably the third most proud moment in his life.
Now that it was legal. Cheryl exited that courtroom smiling like never before. Alice put Koel into his car seat and buckles his seatbelt before getting into the passenger seat. For once Alice was letting Fp drive her car. She just hope they can make it to Pop's before nightfall. And yes they did make it to Pop's at Ten A.M. Fp rolled his eyes at her tasteful comments and opened her car door. Jughead ate his burgers in peace and Betty sipped her strawberry milkshake. Fp snuck a few curl fries off his son's plate and Jughead again glared at him. He rolled his eyes at his son and laughed.
Fp sat down at the booth again after getting Cheryl her cherry milkshake. Cheryl heard a clunk form in her ears and looks up from her phone. When she sees that he got her a cherry milkshake without even asking. She knew that this would be her forever home and family. She finally had a family. The word felt weird coming off her tongue.
"Thanks Dad." She stated as she slurped down her milkshake and Fp grinned as his eyes welled with happiness.
"Your welcome, Daughter." And how it flowed off his lips and through his teeth. It just felt like it was always might to be.
A week or two later. The air started to feel bitter on their cheeks as they went from door to door collecting treats. It was Alice's favorite holiday. She can sneak candy from their baskets. Betty learned her mother's trick at a young age. She caught her once and Betty was a little upset. Instead she gave her some candy and they shared until they zonked out at Ten- thirty in the morning. Jughead only had fun at Halloween time. The costumes for one and candy of course.
"Kids! We going to be late for Fred's party if we don't get to all those houses in time." Alice comments as he carried Koel on her hip.
He was bundled up in a fleece sweater and little bunny ears on top of his little head. It was Jughead's and Fp's idea to dress him as a bunny. Which Alice didn't mind of that idea. She also thought it was cute and loved the idea.
Betty rolled her eyes at her mother's schedule time. Her mother always was super organized and it drove her crazy growing up. "Mom! It's Jellybean's first trick-or-treat in Riverdale since she left and it's Koel's first time ever. You don't have to be so uptight." She pointed out as she walked Jellybean up to the next house.
She bent down by the little girl and looked her at her cute costume. "Jellybean, What do you say when they open the door?" Jellybean's smile rose on her flushed cheeks.
This October felt much cooler than the years before. She didn't wasn't used to fall since she left for Toledo years ago. It wasn't like she had a chose back then. She was forced against her will. She had to leave her all her friends, family and everything she loved behind. She was lucky her mother left her still contact her brother. If she didn't have that. She didn't know if she could be alive.
She nods her head and the door opens, "Trick or Treat." The nice lady grinned and came back with a handful of candy in her hands. She held out her basket and the lady place the handfuls of candy in.
She came back to Betty and Betty held her hand up for her to High-five. "Good job, Jel." She high-fives back and grins at her basket.
Fp watched as Koel started to wave at him. He picked Koel out of Alice's arms and placed him on his side. Jughead smirked at him and laughed."Old man? Want me to take the little munch up there for you?" He joked with his father.
"Sure go ahead." He hands Koel over to Jughead and Jughead holds him up.
"Let's get your big brother candy." Alice and Cheryl rolled their eyes.
"Get me cherry starbursts, Jug!" Cheryl shouted from the sidewalk and Betty giggled.
"Get it yourself, Cheryl!"
Cheryl huffed a groan and with two hands on her hips."Who got you that book you won't put down and that movie collection you haven't stopped watching?" She heard a low curse come out of his mouth.
"Fine. But you owe me." Jughead grumbled as he walked three blocks away to find the next house.
By the end of haunt, Jughead came back with the candy packed high and Fp groaned. He knew his son wouldn't share and neither would Alice. So he eyed Jellybean. Jellybean caught her father eying at her candy stash and hid it behind her back.
"No, no. Daddy I worked hard for this." She shook her head at her father and Betty laughed.
Fp furrowed his brows at his little girl and bent down on his knees to his daughter's height. "Parent tax." He reminded her and she stomped her foot.
"Ugh! Fine. Here." She groaned as she dug into her stash and pulled out his favorite candy bar.
He grinned at his daughter and ripped open his Reese's peanut butter cups. "Thank you, Princess." He said lovingly as he pulled his daughter into his arms and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
7:00 on the dot, Alice, Fp and the kids made it over to Fred's house. She knocked on the door with her knuckles. Fp stood next to her and Jughead stood by Betty. Jellybean hopped up and down. Fp groans as he sees his daughter his high on sugar. Of course she's having a sugar rush. As the door came to a squeak Koel cooed and stared at the Orange lights strung above the roof. Fred Andrews appeared at the door wearing a frankinstan mask. Jughead just marched passed him and went for the snack bar. The snack bar held tribute to chips, cookies and mini sliders. His plate was soon filled with numerous finger foods.
Music kicked to full capacity. Cheryl saw Toni standing by the punch bowl. She slipped away and smiled over at Toni. "Hey there, Cha cha." She said as she kissed her softly on her lips.
Toni's light-brown cheeks blushed pink as Cheryl kisses her neck and leaves future-forming bruises. She was caught by surprised by Cheryl. She didn't expect for Cheryl to be so eager. " C-cher, You're family is here." She stammers as Cheryl grabs her hand and pulls out of the living room.
She was pushed into a guest bedroom. Cheryl engages in a fueled energy as She roams her tongue in Toni's mouth. Toni's arms hook around Cheryl's neck and quickly takes Cheryl's blouse off by the hem. She's backed against the bed and her hands were pressed against the soft firm mattress.
"Does it look I care, TT?" She hisses as she nibbles on Toni's earlobe.
Toni's only response was low moans as Cheryl's teeth nibbles at her ear. "N-no y-ou d-on't." She manages to choke out as Cheryl's tongue dances down her abdomen.
Cheryl's eye dark-brown eyes twinkle as she smirks," That's right, TT." She undresses herself and closes the opening by shielding them with the bedsheet.
In the kitchen, Alice sports a glass of wine in her right hand. She's laughing at something that Hermione failed to make. Fp tried not to join in. He know that cooking isn't easy. "Being rich took away your cooking skills." Alice joked as she swallows some wine and starts laughing hysterically.
Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Whatever Alice. Just because your a shaped cooker, doesn't mean my cooking is flawed."
Here was a thing about these two. Alice and Hermione back in their high school days were known for their competitive matches. That could last for hours. Well with baking. It's a much shorter one.
"Let's see who makes a better apple pie. We only have an half hour to gather all the ingredients for the Apple. And whoever has the best one. Wins and the loser has to eat their least favorite kind of food." Alice challenged as she looked over at Fred and Fp. Fp was mentally dying inside.
It was another competition. Now he knew that Alice's cookie skills were great and her food tastes incredible. But also over the years he enjoyed Hermione's desserts as well. But not like he'd ever tell Alice that. He frankly didn't want to sleep in the doghouse. And literally they have a dog and a doghouse. He also knows that she won't hesitant to throw him out there.
Alice was onto her first pie. She mixed the chopped apples into the batter and spread the filling into the pie crust. Moni smirks as Alice spills some of her filling and has to make another batch. Fp was cheering on Alice. Hers were always the best and he didn't want to sleep in the doghouse.
"Go Baby! You got this!" He chorus as he watched her rechop the Apples and pureé them.
The timer rings and Alice's pie looked delicious and Fp couldn't stop his mouth from watering. He cut a piece out of her pie and it crumbled in his mouth. Moni clapped her hands together for the good effort and Alice won again. Alice did a bow and Fp bursted out laughing.
"Fine you were right. My cooking skills have declined since I got rich." Moni sighed as she ate some of Alice's pie. She hated admitting that she was wrong and it was hard for her.
"I knew it!" Alice shouted as her drunken giggles over to her body.
About midnight at the Jones home. Smacking of lips could be heard from the kitchen. Fp groggily rubbed his exhaustion filled eyes and climbed out of bed. When he got downstairs, He caught Alice red handed. Alice drunken giggles erupted from her throat and she stumbled over to the sink. She grabbed the water sprayer and shot into her mouth.
"Al? Hun, let's get you back to bed." He encourages as he rushes to her and snags the dish sprayer from out of her hands.
She pulled the sprayer back and accidentally had her hand on the facet and caused Fp's t-shirt to get soaked. Fp's freezing now and groans as he tries to figure out where the closest light switch is. He nearly trips over his own feet as he quickly flipped on the light. "W-what t-tthe fuc-k!" She yelped as her eyes went from dark to light.
"My eyes! My eyes! T-urn the dammmn li-ght o-fff!" She added as she grabbed the water sprayer and squeezed the button.
Fp growled as he tried to get the water sprayer out of her surprisingly strong drunk hands. He wasn't happy with the fact that he's now awake and freezing cold. Also he was not in the mood to deal with another drunk-Alice Episode. He needs to be at work and he doesn't need to be fired for oversleeping.
"Alice! Baby, come on let's get you back to bed." Alice drunkenly stumbles over to his arms and he holds her steady.
He lifts her up and starts to head upstairs, careful not to wake the kids that start school at 7:00. He knows that kids have a test starting soon and they need all the rest they can get. He finally reaches their bedroom door. With one hand securing her body to his and the other turning the door knob.
He finds the bed and lays her flat on the bed. He starts to undress her feet and soon she's in a sleep nighty. She shifts in her drunken state and giggles as he covers her with the comforter. He gets back into bed and his head hits the pillow. He can hear her giggles starting to fade.
"Nighty night, J-jonesey." She slurs as she drifts into her drunken haze.
As Fp's closing his eyes, he smiles and rolls on his side. He can hear her faint snores soon come into the room. He sighed as he looked over his right; where she always sleeps. It was no chose. She got the right side and he got the left. That was a debate when he got pregnant with Koel. She was very unbeatable and it drove him up the wall.
"Night, Al. Sleep good." He mutters as he hears the world go quiet. No words, noise or distraction could wake his eyes. He was beyond exhausted. He couldn't wait for Koel to be more independent. Though he didn't want him to grow up yet. He was already growing up too fast. His little baby boy was growing up. He can sit up on his own, and he's only two-months-old. He definitely has Alice's genes. He was a quick-developer like him.
He had many more milestones to watch happen before his very eyes. Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving. His first birthday. He still can't believe Koel was almost three-months old. Koel had such a bright smile and contagious laugh. He could make him smile whenever he was in a bad mood. His son always knew how to cheer him up. It was like he knew something was bother him like a dog or cat. Their dog curls by his feet as he sleeps every night. Alice was still not a fan of midnight. The funny thing was that Alice just started calling their dog she didn't like midnight out of nowhere.
Another passed by as Fall continued to roll through the town. The town of PEP that's what Riverdale is known for. Fp was in the kitchen, pouring some doggy kibble into the dog food bowl and Midnight came rushing over wagging her tail excitedly. She sits out her tongue and starts panting.
Fp gets down on his knees and pats Midnight's head." Good girl, Midnight." He says as Midnight rolls onto her back and heins her little paws up.
Jughead laughs as he sit down with his new laptop that he gotten for his birthday and began typing. He wasn't sure if he should make second book about the after affects of Jason. He still wanted to honor Cheryl. Chery came down next and sits down by her brother. Her brother? Yes she was hearing herself. Jughead was her brother. Not by blood; Jason always will be her brother. No matter what.
She's for three weeks now. Still was very new to her. Her and Fp (or actually her dad) started bonding. She showed him how to do archery. He ended up get two bullseyes and the rest barely hit the target. She couldn't get herself to stop laughing. She never had father-daughter bonding with her real biological. She even let JB on the fun. And she ended up shooting all the bullseyes; while Fp faked a dramatic fall and her and Jellybean laughed him until their lungs retired for air.
"Mom still doesn't like Midnight?" Jughead and Betty comment as they gave her a belly rub.
"Nope not yet." Fp replies as he pour himself a bowl of cereal.
Both Jug and Betty's lips turned into a frown. Jellybean grabbed two chew toys and threw them into the dining room. Midnight went crazy and started knocking over lamps and Alice's pictures. Fp watched Alice's favorite lamp fall to the floor and smashed into several tiny miniscule pieces of broken glass. His hands ran through his hair and then he bolted after their dog.
"Midnight! Get back here!" He scolded as he chased her around the house.
Cheryl, Betty and Jughead went from the other side of the kitchen to catch Midnight. They knew Alice didn't like her and they hoped that she wouldn't be rid of Mid. From the back, Midnight came racing with two clickers and Fp grabbed her by the collar and opened the back door with his free hand. He took Midnight over to her dog house and shut the door. "Naughty." He shook his head at the four-month-old Golden Retriever before turning his back and went back in the house.
When he got back in the house, his face looked almost collected again. Jellybean's eyes keep to the floor as her father gives her the stare down.
"What did I tell you about throwing things in the house, Forsythia?" His tone was calm and restricted as his eyes look straight in hers.
She drops her head and lowers her shoulders,"I'm sorry, Daddy." She mumbles, staring at the tiles.
"Look at me when you speak!" He instructed as his arms were crossed.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I won't do it again." She raises her voice a little and meets her father's eyes.
He walked away and came back with a broom and a dustpan in his hands." Here. You clean up after midnight."
Bu—"
He shakes his head at her and waves his finger." No do it now." She sighs and mutters, "Fine." Jellybean says as she takes the broom and dustpan out of his hands.
When Alice comes home from work at four o'clock. She notices that the dog's in the doghouse and knew instantly that something went wrong while she was at work. She sets her purse on the ledge by the staircase and takes off her coat. She walked over to the coat rack and hangs up her coat.
As she walks into the kitchen, she finds Jellybean doing her math homework and Betty studying for her physics test. Jughead was working a exposè for the blue and Gold; occasionally tapping on Betty's shoulder for help. And lastly she spots Fp making a dish by the stove. She can tell he was practicing for something. But for what? She wasn't sure.
"Hello." She announced her presence, Betty lifted her head and looked at her mother, smiling.
"Hi, Mom." She says as she flipped to a new page in her book.
"How was your day off?"
"Good." She said as she took a sip from her Apple cider.
"Good."
After dinner lying on her bed with a book in her hands. She enjoyed reading a little romance every once awhile. She heard a tap on on the door frame and placed a bookmark in place. She sighs as Fp looks at her with these eyes. Eyes that said "I need you now" as much as she wanted to. She really enjoyed reading.
"No,no. I want to read my book, Baby." She whined as his lips were attacking her neck. She held in her moans.
Fp rolled his eyes."You… can… read… later…" He pauses in between each kiss.
She rolls her tongue as his teeth suck down her bare chest, exposing her breasts. Her lips trembled in defeat. She feels his tongue make swirl shapes down each inch of her body.
With a raspy breath," B-baby n-ot nowww." She bites her tongue trying not to scream.
Her whole body trembles in defeat. She feels like she's about to release all the tension from work. She just wanted to unwind by reading a book.
"Al, but this is much more exciting than a book." Now he's teasing her as he slides his hand down her backside.
Her body responds by the vibrations of his hands and she arched her hips higher. "Fine. You win, Jones." She gives in with a weak smile.
She was feeling weaker than ever. She doesn't know how he can make her lose her mind by just touching her. Fp grins like a mad dog and unbuckles his pants and lets them fall.
"That's my queen." He smirks as he climbs on top of the bed and undid her bra from underneath her shirt.
She rips his shirt off his body and over his head. His shirt and shirt were somewhere in the room. Neither of them cared at that point. Her tongue traces him as he feels his body firing up. She worked her hips and grinds against him. He started with slow thrusts and quickly turned into hungry love making.
Soon hearts fell to a normal rate as their labored breaths calm. Fp's arms spooned around her waist as the silk bed sheet hugged their bodies. Alice's head was planted on top of his sweaty chest. Sweat dripping down their hips, tories and their lips near to touching.
"I love you so much, Al. Sorry, I ruined your book time." He apologies as he stares at the ceiling.
Alice lifts her head and looks back him with devotion in her eyes. "It's fine. I had more fun anyway." She says as her face blushes.
"I'm glad you had fun." His tone turned cocky and his lips curled into a grin.
She turned her body toward him, eying him in a smirk," I know about the lamp."
His eyes bugged out and his spine curls. Oh shit he was in trouble. Doghouse here I come, he thinks to himself. Of all the times she chooses now. "H-how did you?" His voice trails off as he catches her lips.
"I saw her in the doghouse when I pulled into the driveway. And you thought you were so slick by making dinner." She narrows her eyes at him.
His heart rate picks up and he starts gathering quick excuses. "It wasn't me. It JB she was throwing his dog toys. Don't worry I made her clean up your lamp. I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you upset."
"So you lied instead?"
"I'm sorry." His eyes look deep with honesty. "I really didn't want to upset you. Can you forgive me?" Alice fails to keep a straight face.
She starts bursting out laughing. "You thought…" She continued laughing and his face grew confused. "That I cared about that lamp. God that thing was ugly and Hal's mother gave that to me. Thank god it finally broke." Her giggles caused him to sigh in relief.
He wiped his forehead with his hand tersely." Phew! Oh my you had me freaking the fuck out, Al. Geez you need to stop tricking me." He retorted as he crossed his arms.
She rolled her eyes at his dramatic act and laughed." Oh who's the baby? I thought I only had one. I guess I have two." She added as She taunted him by stuck her tongue out.
He groaned as he rolled back on his side. "Whatever." He grumbles as he places his arm on her waist and closes his eyes.
"Good night baby." Alice's mumbles, already knowing that Fp was out cold. She listened to rolling thunder breaking through the clouds.
And about four hours later, Alice heard the sound of broken glass shattering. She then hears odd sounds like crying coming from the nursery. Something didn't feel right. She starts shaking Fp from his dead sleep. Fp groans a little as he feels someone shaking him awake.
"Fp wake up!" She calls loudly as her heart was pounding. She knew that something wasn't right.
"What?" Then he hears the sound of glass breaking and bolts out of bed. "Is that sound of someone breaking in?" His voice was now serious and low. His heart started to pound like crazy. His fatherly instincts were kicking in. Something wasn't right.
Alice and Fp's heart raced as the bolt out of their bedroom. As they turned the corner the cracking sound became much clearer. They pushed the door open and saw…..shards of broken glass. The window by the heat vent was completely smashed. Fp stands in front of Alice as he searches the room and his heart came to devastating stop. Alice hears her fiancé's heart drop from his chest to his stomach. She pushed passed Fp and her heart plummeted to the fucking ground. She's never felt this type of pain. It was in fact the worse excruciating feeling in the world.
Alice's eyes well up and her vision clouds. Alice screams until her voice was strangled. Fp shakes his head still trying to comprehend what's happening. No of this was making sense to him. Alice falls onto her knees involuntarily to the carpeted nursery. You could hear their broken hearts shatter by the impact. His eyes began to water as he tended to his fragile, distraught and shattered fiancé, mother of his children. He falls to his knees as he catches Alice.
"Where's K-oel?!" Alice cries in a strangled voice. Her son has been kidnapped. She could hear screeching tires as the kidnapper fled the scene of the crime. "He's gone! No! No!" She screams as Fp holds her trying to keep his eyes clear of tears and also keep himself from falling apart.
Only thing on their minds was who the fucking hell took their son. And they will do anything to get him back; Illegal or not. And then the day struck or should be called night struck. A crash pounded heavily in their ears. And the sight was enough to make two or the whole family collapse.
This...
wasn't...
anything...
they...expected... ever.