About a week had past since Betty's health scare and the steamy encounter she and Jughead had shared. She felt more and more attached to the baby growing inside her everyday and to the man who had welcomed them into his home. Even though she was only 5 months along, she received text messages everyday from Jellybean, Anna, and Veronica suggesting baby names. Some of the suggestions she really liked and other she couldn't help but push away.
Her fever was gone and they had settled into their daily routines again. Jughead works everyday in the fields as usual and Betty tended to the house. Some days she would much prefer the outside work to the house. But Jughead wouldn't allow it since she fell sick right after she helped him in the fields. The only outdoor task she was permitted to complete was fetching the eggs and milking the cows. Betty of course wanted more but she could take what she could get.
The days drag on with mundane tasks and sweet kisses, but one thing lingers in Betty's mind and she couldn't shake it. She and Jughead had barely touched each other since her sponge bath. Of course they cuddled at night and they shared chaste kisses but nothing compared to that night. She wanted him so badly but he was so occupied with the farm he had barely looked at her.
Jughead was busy chopping down trees in the field, his mind racing. He couldn't keep the image of Betty's body out of his head. He wanted to march right into the house and carry her off to bed. However, he continued to second guess the meaning of that night. What if it was a moment of weakness? Her fever talking? He sighed shaking her head and wiping of his brow.
Betty had spent the day washing many loads of laundry. Her thoughts in and out of focus. As she was pulling clothes out of the dryer in hoards she caught sight of a familiar piece of clothing. The blue flannel stood out from the dull colors. Betty pulled the button up shirt out of the dryer and examined it in her hands. She thought back to the day she first saw Jughead wearing the shirt. He was cooking her breakfast in their kitchen her first full day on the farm. She remembered taking in his form and realizing just how handsome and sexy her husband really was. As she rubbed the fabric between her fingers, a plan hatched.
That night when Betty was finishing her last load of laundry she stripped of the clothes she had been wearing and slipped on Jughead's blue flannel shirt. Her bra and underwear were left behind leaving only the soft flannel that skimmed against her skin, her nipples puckering at the fabric's touch.
Betty took a deep breath before entering their bedroom which they had been sharing since the storm that frazzled Betty. Upon entering the room she made sure to make extra noise as she put the clean clothes away, she was determined to get his attention. That was sometimes hard to do when Jughead was reading. Especially considering that Jughead only had a few chapters of his current book left.
Jughead looked up from his book at the sound of the dresser drawers opening and closing. He was greeted by the sight of Betty in his very own flannel shirt which fell just below her butt. He gulped as he pants slowly began to tighten. "Betty…" he croaked, his mouth suddenly dry.
Betty smiled to herself knowing she was getting to him. "Hmm?" She asked trying to stay focused on the last few items of clothes she had in her hands.
"What are you wearing?" He asked putting his book down onto the bed and scanning the backside of her figure. His mouth was turned up into a slight smile as she turned to face him.
"Oh this?" She asked looking down and tugging slightly on the flannel. "I was doing laundry and when I pulled this out it was just so warm, I couldn't resist." She explained with a small smile on her face trying to hid her smug attitude. She knew he was putty in her hands already.
Jughead chuckled quietly. "Is that so?" He saw into her game, she wanted him to touch her again like that night in the bath.
Betty smiled as she turned off the overhead light so that only the bed stand lamps were on. "Mhmm, it's very comfortable." She said sitting next to him on the bed. She tucked her legs under her bottom and laid her head against his shoulder. Jughead had picked his book back up and began to read again. Betty could see he only had four chapters left but she couldn't wait that long. She leaned her head back against the headboard and moved her hand to rest on Jughead's leg. He didn't seem to stir at all, he had become used to her need to touch him whenever they were close together. Betty held in a sigh and let her hand slip onto his inner thigh.
That move made Jughead perk up, his focus was no longer on his book but on the dainty hand inching closer to his crotch. He couldn't help but tense up underneath her touch. Her hand had now fully covered his erection and slowly behind to rub against it. Jughead took a shaky breath and turned to face her. "Don't start, Mrs. Jones." He said with a smirk. He kissed her slowly placing his hand on the back of her leg and pulled her close to him.
Betty squealed wrapping her arms around Jughead's neck and kissing him back. Her plan was working and she couldn't have been more thrilled.
Jughead let his fingers float over her bare skin. She had been driving him crazy from the minute she walked through the bedroom door. Her legs exposed to him and in his shirt. She was a walking fantasy. Jughead let his hand travel up underneath her shirt as he kissed her deeper. Boldly he shifted his hand's position to run it up the inside of Betty's legs, right up to the apex of her legs. With a swift touch to her core he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Betty gasped at the light touch of his fingers against her wet center. Her hips pressed forward begging him to touch her again. But he didn't. He pulled his hand away and stopped kissing her. Betty's eyes opened. "Jug? What is it?" She asked noticing the strange look on his face.
"I don't want to hurt the baby." Jughead said quickly pulling away from her and sitting up so there was some distance between them. He didn't know if he could think clearly with Betty so close.
"Juggie, you won't." She said sitting up with him and draping her arms around his shoulders, her hands splayed over his chest. "It's you and me, Juggie. I want you."
Jughead shook his head, "No, Betts." He sighed placing his head in his hands. "You don't understand."
Betty slid off of him to sit next to him taking a hold of his hands which he had just dropped into his lap. "Jughead, you gotta talk me babe." She said with concerned eyes.
Jughead looked into her eyes and squeezed her hands gently. "I almost lost you both and it was my fault. I had you outside working and then you got sick." He paused and quietly he continued. "I almost lost you. I can't risk that again. I- I love you, Betty." His voice broke gently with the emotion behind those four words.
Betty's heart melted at the wonderful man before her. "Oh, Juggie," she sighed thoughtfully taking in the seriousness of those four words. "It wasn't your fault. I promise you. You will never lose us."
Jughead looked at her, his eyes deep with emotion. He was truly scared he would lose them and couldn't bear doing anything to risk it.
Betty sighed softly, "Hey…" She covered his hand with hers. "We don't have to okay?" Honestly, she didn't want to wait til the baby was born to have him. But she wouldn't make him do anything he didn't want to or anything that scared him so much. "But… I'm telling you right now. Next time, I'm not going nine months without you inside me."
Jughead's eyes widened at her comment. He couldn't manage the words without a deep breath to aide him. "You want to have another baby? A baby that's mine?" He asked his eyes dancing with excitement and shock.
Betty grinned at his reaction and bit her lip gently. She laced her fingers with his, squeezing his hand gently. "Of course I do, Jughead. I love you."
Jughead was overcome with emotion, he never thought she would love him back so quickly. He smiled picking her up and placing her on his lap. "God Mrs. Jones, you'll be the death of me." He said with a cheeky smile and kissed her gently savoring the taste of her mouth. Betty immediately kissed him back and slid her fingers into his dark curly locks.
"You know," Jughead said pulling away from her kiss and gently laying her back on the bed. "We could still have some fun." He said with a devilish smirk making Betty shiver with excitement. Slowly Jughead began to descend down her body, his eyes locked on hers.
"Juggie?" Betty called out questioning what he was doing. Jughead simply put a finger to his mouth in response.
Jughead wedged his fingers in between her legs and slowly pried them open. Betty bent her legs to give him better access for whatever he was planning. Jughead smiled at her, "Good girl." Her flannel shirt rode up her legs exposing her round stomach. He smiled at the sight as he pulled back her lips, opening her up. The cool air of the room blew onto Betty's core causing her to gasp. Jughead dipped his head moving it inches from Betty's wetness. He kept his hand there spreading Betty's lips apart and slowly licked the length of her slit. Betty let out a gentle moan as she reached for Jughead's hair. Jughead moaned himself as she pulled his curls, the vibrations shaking against Betty pink folds. Jughead licked her length again before dipping his tongue inside her.
Betty couldn't believe that his small tongue could elicit so much pleasure. She could only imagine what his cock would do to her. She moaned as he attacked her core, pulling on his hair again gently.
Jughead slipped his tongue out of her and moved it up to her clit. His tongue danced on it at first gently then harder and faster.
Betty moaned again this time the softness was gone. If they had neighbors they would have heard her. She felt on edge already after only a few minutes, she guessed she could blame it on the pregnancy hormones. Or maybe just the way Jughead affected her. Jughead began to suck on her clit and just a few seconds later she was on her high. She moaned wildly as Jughead cleaned up the juices that escaped her.
"Oh Jug. That was wonderful." Betty praised as he made his way up to her on the bed. "Let me help you." She suggested reaching for his member but Jughead stopped her.
"Tonight was for you." He assured her kissing her gently. Betty felt a sudden kick in her stomach causing her to gasp, pulling away from Jughead's kiss and placing a hand on her stomach.
"Oh no, is it that baby!?" Jughead asked frantically searching the situation for answers. "I hurt her didn't I?"
Betty couldn't help but chuckle at Jughead's freak out. "Juggie, it's okay." She said placing a hand on his shoulder to relax him. "She's healthy, happy even. She's kicking. It's normal, trust me." She explained taking his hand and placing it onto her stomach where she felt the baby kick.
Jughead smiled at Betty's reassurance as she laid his hand on her stomach. Within seconds the baby was kicking against his hand, his eyes lighting up. "Wow that's our baby." He said looking at Betty. She grinned and nodded. Jughead looked back to Betty's stomach. "Hi there baby girl. It's your daddy." He said rubbing Betty's stomach gently. "I can't wait to meet you." He added placing a gentle kiss on her stomach.