Early morning light spilled into the hotel room that sheltered two of Riverdale's most mischievous teenagers. Betty Cooper, caught in the throes of young love, rolled over to kiss her boyfriend. Jughead Jones stirred slightly before willing his heavy eyes to peek open.

"Good morning… my Queen…." Jughead said softly, in reference to the offer he made Betty the night before. The offer, of course, being for Betty to be the Serpent Queen to Jug's King. The blonde girl gazed into his eyes, beaming, before offering a reply.

"You know I haven't said yes, Juggie."

"You haven't said no…." Jughead smirked. Betty rolled her eyes before leaving another soft kiss on his lips. After their blissful night, Betty's mind had been filled with thoughts of how things might be different if she makes the decision to officially stand by Jug and the Serpents. She wasn't sure what it truly meant, although one thing she did know for sure, was that she desperately wanted family to cling onto after all of the trauma she had just been through. She knew Jug was her family, why not extend it a bit? "Take your time. Think about it. The only thing I'm demanding right now is to enjoy the little time we have left here, in our own little world, before returning to all the stress of real life…" She nodded and nuzzled closer to Jug, closing her eyes to soak in the moment. Betty needed him and he needed her. Jughead made her feel so safe and understood. Something she was lacking severely at home. Betty had a certain effect on him too. She had a soft almost mothering touch. He felt worth something when he was around her.

Although Betty knew her answer to Jug's proposal, she still decided to make him wait a few days. Afterall she didn't want to seem too eager. Eventually though, she did tell Jug, and he wasn't great at hiding his own enthusiasm. The two kids sat together in Jughead's father's trailer and romanticized their future with the Serpents.

"So I get my own jacket right? My very own snakeskin." Betty grinned and Jughead rolled his eyes playfully. "..and a tattoo?" The last line caused Jug's face to fall a bit. He hadn't totally considered that Betty would want a true and permanent mark of a Serpent.

"You know, I'm in charge right? You don't have to do that."

"I don't want special treatment because I'm your girlfriend, Jug! Are you against me getting one?"

"It's just your beautiful, flawless, porcelain skin…." Jughead's eyes wandered down the length of her body, admiring her.

"Ugh! Jug! You just got yours re-done…" Betty words were careful, when mentioning his brutal beating and maiming. After having his tattoo forcibly removed from his body, Jughead Jones was quick to have it replaced once he was released from the hospital… this time slightly bigger as well.

"Yeah, but I'm a damaged piece of shit. What's an extra mark…? Doesn't make much of a difference on me."

"You're not a damaged anything! And anyway...you don't think it would be kinda...sexy? A little piece of 'Dark Betty' peeking through the surface…?" Jug gave her a knowing look…. It could be sexy. He thought to himself, letting his imagination run a little wild. "I could put it in a spot for your eyes only…." Betty had definitely wanted this. Hell, she even tried to convince her mom to allow her to get one long before Jughead's offer to join him. She could see Jug's face soften a bit at the prospect of something small and just for him somewhere on Betty's body.

"Okay. Can we keep it small though?" He replied, defeated. His beautiful, blonde, angel of a girlfriend nodded in agreement while giving him a certain kind of look that only he knew the meaning of. This signature look in addition to the way she bit at her lower lip, was enough to push Jughead over the edge. Taking advantage of the empty trailer, he pulled Betty on top of him and began leaving a trail of kisses down her body, starting from her neck. Eventually clothes started hitting the floor

About an hour later, Jughead steps out of the steaming shower, to grab a fresh towel for Betty, who he left to finish rinsing out her blonde hair. She felt safe with Jughead. Despite the small, old trailer on the 'wrong side of the tracks', Betty felt quite at home. She loved the moments of domesticity her and Jug shared there when FP wasn't home.

"I'm going to throw some clothes on and pick out a movie for us…." Jughead looked his girlfriend up and down as she turned to shut off the water. "...Here's your towel." She took it and covered her exposed body.

"Okay. Thank you. I'll be out in a bit Juggie."

"No rush. You know where to find me." Jughead said with a smirk. He quickly kissed her and left the bathroom. He knew she would take a few moments to herself, she had a particular skin care routine, and other nightly rituals.

Betty was rummaging through her toiletry bag looking for her moisturizer, when she pulled out a tampon. The discovery made her stop and pause. She suddenly realized that she couldn't recall the last time she had had her period. She quickly found her way to her phone where she had an app for tracking the exact thing she had forgotten about. Every month when she started she would make a note of it on her phone, and every month (based on all of her previously logged information) the app would make a prediction about what day she would most likely start the following month. Betty's cycle was mostly regular, making her app mostly accurate, aside from occasionally being a day or 2 off. This time however when the nervous blonde peered down at her phone, she had to grip the bathroom counter to balance her. According to her app, she was a week and a half late…. A million excuses flooded her brain for why her period was late, the big one being stress. Stress! Of course! She had been so overwhelmed by her family and the mess that had been created by those closest her. She was late because of stress. No doubt about it. Right? Betty shoved away any other thought that even threatened to cross her mind. She was fine. Everything was fine.