Bughead Oneshots?

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jughead seethed, facing his father at his front door.
"I just wanted to come and see you, son. Can I come in?" He asked shyly.
"Fine. But the second Betty comes home, you leave. I don't want my wife getting upset." He replied, angrily. They sat on the couch in the living room of the rather large house that the sales of Jughead's book has given them.
"Why would Betty get upset if she saw me?" He asked, confusion written all over his face.
"Seriously? Why?" He scoffed. "Because she knows all of the shit that you put me through. She knows what I had to go through as a kid. She knows that you fucked me up. She knows that you fucked me up enough to make me terrified to have kids. My wife wants babies and I won't give them to her because of you." He yelled in fury. FPs eyes widened in shock at his son's outburst.
"Boy..." FP murmured.
"No, don't boy me. I always thought that what you put me through would never affect me because I wouldn't let it. But now...now it's affecting my wife. My family. That's not okay with me. Do you know what it's like to hear my wife of seven years crying herself to sleep because everytime she asks me for a baby I say no? It ruins me, destroys me. She loves me and supports me and gives me everything that I want and need...but I can't. I can't return the favour because I won't give her what she wants. I could but I chose not to because I don't want to turn out like you. You've fucked me up, dad." Jughead ranted, before running his hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry, Jug." His father sighed.
"Yeah, well you should be." Jughead snapped back.
"But you should know. You're never going to turn out like me. I know that, Betty knows that, you should know that too. You've seen what not to do, Jughead. You know how not to treat your kids. Your children are going to know that you love them because you're going to love and respect your children. You're not me." FP explained.
"Damn right I'm not. My kids are going to know that I love them. They're going to know that home is a safe space for them to be and that they can talk to their parents any time. They're gonna know that no matter who or what they are, they're going to be supported by us." Jughead sighed. FP just smiled. "What? What the hell are you smiling at?" Jughead questioned.
"And you say you don't want to have kids...sounds like the complete opposite to me." FP revealed. Jughead's eyes widened in shock.
"Oh."
"You're going to be a great father, Jug. Just promise me something?" Jughead nodded along, still in shock. "Promise me that you'll at least let me know when the kid is born?" He pleaded, looking at his son. Jughead nodded softly.
"Of course, dad." He whispered.
"Well I better get out of here before your wife gets home, but don't hesitate to call, okay Jug? I want to have a relationship with you again and I know that's going to take some time but it'll be worth it, especially if I'm gonna have a grandkid to spoil." He chuckled, standing up from the couch.
"Yeah, okay, dad." Jughead whispered, walking him to the door. As FP made his way down the porch steps, Jughead spoke again. "Hey dad!...I'll call you." FP looked back with glassy eyes.
"That would be great, boy." Before he turned around and continued down the path.
15 minutes later
"Honey, I'm home!" Betty yelled from the front door. Jughead made his way to the entrance to the house and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, pulling her into a hug before bringing her into a harsh kiss, that left them both breathless.
"What was that for?" Betty giggled, removing her coat and scarf and dropping them on the side bench, still wrapped in her husband's embrace.
"Let's have a baby." Jughead whispered against her lips. Betty brought her face away from Jugheads as he watched her face light up.
"Really?" She breathed out. Jughead nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear. She let out a squeal, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist, not caring that her mid thigh length pencil skirt had ridden up. She dived her dead down to meet his lips. Betty moaned and groaned, gripping his dark locks in her fingers. Jughead chuckled, pulling her face from his.
"Someone's excited." He chuckled.
"I've been waiting for his moment for six years." She whispered, a tear streaming down her face.
"I'm so sorry, honey." He whispered, moving one hand from her backside to wipe the tear away, choking up himself.
"Don't apologise. It's okay now. We're going to get our baby." She giggled, bringing his mouth back to hers. "Take me to bed." She whispered.
"Yes ma'am." He replied, running towards the stairs, with her in his arms, causing them both to fall apart in laughter.

A/N ~ 868 words (not including this)
Hope you enjoy!✨ Lots of love 🥰 - C x