A/N: I've had people tell me I had a crap ending so hopefully this made it better. I actually didn't like my original ending but with a couple edits had come to terms with it before posting. I guess my first instinct was right so here's the bonus chapter. To switch it up, I'm telling it from Betty's perspective.

Things had been so busy since we got back into town. My mom said Jughead and I could use her old trailer as a home for a while and we had spent all week moving everything in and reorganizing it. The first night back we had Hungry Man TV dinners at FP's before we dropped from exhaustion. Yesterday night we had dinner at my parent's place and Betty came up with her kids Jason and Liz from Midvale. The kids were in elementary school now and it was crazy how time started to fly once everything settled down in town.

Tonight, however, we were meeting up with FP again just with Jughead's other two family members. This was a big deal as I hadn't seen Gladys or Jellybean since Jug and I were kids. He called them and visited maybe once a year but there was never enough room at their place in Toledo for me to come.

I fiddled with my hair, my mother's obsession with perfection still picking at me all these years later. I hated that word, perfect, but tonight it's what I wanted. I wanted Gladys to like me so bad because we were family. My first impression as an adult was extremely important to me. I must have tried on seven different shades of pink lipstick before my beau spoke up.

"Betty stop, you look amazing, and you know she will love you. She's the same woman that doted on you when we were small. You have nothing to worry about... Except she might ask you when the grandkids are coming."

I blushed. Near the end of high school, Juggie and I had a picnic under the stars late on a Friday night and we talking about the future. We were both really close to our siblings, except Chic who I had never got the chance to meet, so we decided that if we ever had kids, we would have two so they could be best friends like Polly and I or Jellybean and Jug. Polly had fraternal twins so it was fairly possible that could happen to me, too, since it ran in our family. Family. I had that with Jughead, but more than anything I was itching to build upon it. We hadn't talked about it recently but I figured maybe tonight would be a good time.

He zipped up the back of my peach dress. It was a bit formal for Pop's, but I didn't care. Juggie worked there for a few years back in high school so I was comfortable going there in almost anything.

He held the door open for me as I hopped into the truck he got from his dad when the motercycle phase hit FP. Sometimes we traded and Jug drove that, but I was more comfortable behind a wheel than handles when it was my turn to drive.

He kept looking at me as we drove to dinner and it made me feel as wanted as it made me feel nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach, both the romantic ones and the ones that come from nerves.

Ever the gentlemen, he escorted me in on his arm. Upon entering we were immediately put off balance when Jellybean Jones threw herself at us. She was in high school now and was almost as tall as her brother. He smirked down at her.

"I missed you too." Gladys stood nearby with a smile. "Mom, JB, you remember Betty Cooper. Betty, this is my mother, and my sister Jellybean."

"Of course, I haven't seen her since she was this tall!" I gestured to show just what I meant, causing Gladys to laugh.

"You weren't much taller than that yourself the last time I saw you." She smiled warmly at me and all the nerves thawed. "I saw how Juggie used to look at you. I always hoped you two would end up together." It looked like she wanted to say more but Jug shot her a weird look and she stopped herself. We sat down at a booth and soon FP joined us. We ordered burgers, fries, and shakes just like old times. This was actually the first time we had been here since we moved back, something that felt almost like a tragedy.

At the end of the meal, they each gave me a hug and told me they would see us tomorrow before they left to FP's trailer, something he had insisted upon even though Jughead had offered up our spare room. They would get a tour tomorrow, now that it looked somewhat decent.

Our night wasn't over yet, though, as we went to the Bijou to watch Rebel without a Cause for retro night. It was one of our favorites. After that we set out a blanket and gazed up at the stars. It was hard to imagine that we were just landing people on the moon at the time that Riverdale's dark side peaked. It looked so far away, like we achieved an impossible dream.

We were nostalgic and we talked about high school. Jughead told me he was pretty sure he had always loved me in whatever capacity he could understand at the time, and my heart swelled. I felt like such a moron wasting time with Archie when my very destiny was there watching from the sidelines the whole time. He told me not to feel bad, especially since I didn't know.

He told me that the fire at the old drivein had ignited a passion in him and that he never wanted to let me go. It wasn't in a possessive kind of way, it was purely romantic. Luckily I wanted to be with him forever, too.

I bit my lip.

"We once sat under these same stars on a blanket just like this and said we wanted two kids. Do you think we're ready to start a family, now that we've finished school and we're finally back home?"

"I think we're ready but I'd kind of prefer it if you weren't pregnant for this." He was fiddling with something, facing away from me.

"For what?"

"Elizabeth Anne Cooper, would you do the honor of confirming that I'm the luckiest raven haired man alive and agree to marry me?" The ring was gorgeous but not so big and expensive looking that he would be set back too far. I would have been happy with a zirconia ring but I wasn't surprised that he didn't settle for fake diamonds.

I launched myself at him, planting my lips firmly on his. They always felt warm and inviting. Eventually we broke apart for air.

"So is that a yes?" He asked between pants. He was smirking at me.

"Of course." I dove in for more. At one point he joked about it being hard to not impregnate me before the wedding after all, but we've always been careful after what happened with Polly.

He said he wanted to wait so no one could ever claim he was marrying me out of a sense of honor for our children. I could respect that and hold out a bit longer.

The wedding was in a chapel on the South side, and it looked stunning. Veronica was my Maid of Honor, after some pushing from Polly so V would be with Archie who was Jughead's Best Man. His dad and Kevin were his other Groomsmen and I had Polly and Jellybean as my other Bridesmaids.

Almost the whole town was in attendance, including Cheryl Blossom who was forever grateful for us solving her brother's murder, even if the guilty party was her own flesh and blood. Grandma Kathlyn was also there, sitting next to a blond haired man I could have swore I've never seen before though he somehow looked familiar.

Our vows were poetic and soon we were all celebrating at the reception. Juggie had set up an old projector and had movies playing in the background for the whole night, our one tribute to the old drivein that never got rebuilt. Pop's catered and we swayed to the music. Our song was I'm a Believer by the Monkees as it was so many years before, and we had our first dance to it, twirling about on the floor, with me giggling like a school girl. I was in love with this man and I belonged to him as much as he belonged to me.

At a later song I had someone tap me on the shoulder. Jughead sent the guy a dangerous look, but he just lightly laughed and held out his hand to my now-husband.

"Don't worry, brother. My name is Chic. Chic Cooper. It's nice to finally meet you, Mr and Mrs Jones." My gasp was probably audible from the other side of the room and I started to cry as I pulled him into a hug. Soon my mom and Polly came around and smiled at us.

"I've been looking for Chic for years. I came across mom's old diary once when I was hiding up in the attic and accidentally found out about him. Just found him recently, in Chicago of all places! So when you told me Grandma Kathlyn lived there, I asked her to bring him." Polly looked ridiculously proud for someone who had just incriminated herself in front of our overbearing mother. Mom didn't seem to mind, though. She looked happy.

"It's nice to meet you, big brother. I'm Elizabeth 'Betty' Jones and this is my husband, Jughead." I leaned up and gave Jug a pick up the lips and he squeezed my hand.

The party went on for hours and we found out that Chic was a government agent. Apparently he had also been looking for his birth family, but was losing hope as the years went on. I decided that if Jughead and I had a boy, while his legal name would be Forsythe, his nickname would be Chic.

At the end of it all, I could say that this was the best day of my life so far, but I was looking forward to all the adventures left to come. Mom officially gave us the trailer as a wedding present so we didn't have to look for somewhere else for our own place. All that was left to do was start a family, something we went to work on once we got to the honeymoon suite after the reception, and live happily ever after. After all, we went from Prince and Princess to King and Queen and finally husband and wife. We had our fairytale ending.

Fin II