Bughead Oneshots?

Stepdad Duties?

B: Baby, you should turn my notifications off. I don't want to disturb you.

Seconds later, Betty's phone was vibrating against her hand as the screen changed from their message conversation to a picture of Jughead with Sophie sat on his lap at a picnic, him gazing down softly at her with all the love in the world as Sophie's face was contoured in laughter as she reached for her toes and faced the camera, the cutest sundress and hat on her. She was about six months old in that picture and every time she saw it, she couldn't believe how well Jughead had settled into the role of a stepdad that early on, without them even being married. Betty smiled and swiped along the bottom of the screen to answer his facetime call and smiled when Jughead's face emerged, worry written across his face.

"Hey handsome." Betty smiled, watching as his face softened slightly.
"You could never disturb me." He replied, raising his eyebrows. "How's Soph?" He asked.
"I managed to get her down but I'm concerned. I don't know what to do. I've done a ton of googling but I can't find anything. Maybe it's just a little phase that she's going through. I think she might sense that I'm trying to stop breastfeeding." Betty sighed, rubbing her hand over her eyes.
"Maybe. I'll be over after work tomorrow and I'll watch Soph for you so you can catch up on some shut eye. No offence, honey, but you look like you could do with it." He chuckled. Betty giggled along.
"I really could. I always sleep better with you by my side though." She sighed, shutting her eyes for a few seconds.
"Maybe I'll just have to cuddle you to sleep then." Betty could hear his smile through the phone.
"You're more than welcome to." She smiled. "Oh! When you come over this weekend, I was thinking that we could cook together, you know when Sophie's in bed. It'll be our little date night." Betty suggested, as she saw a smile spread over his face.
"That sounds nice...very romantic." He teased. "But I was actually thinking that you could come stay with me this weekend..." He spoke, sounding hopeful.

Betty had loved her little family home the second she saw it. She'd bought a two bedroom house for her little family, when at the age of 23, Betty had found out that she was pregnant. She was utterly shocked but a little part of her heart glowed at the idea of being a mother...however she was slightly concerned about her current boyfriend's role as a father. After the trial, Betty had set the second bedroom up as a calming, peaceful place that her baby could grow up in, making her a beautiful little nursery. Jughead, on the other hand, lived in a beautiful 3 bedroom penthouse suite. Ever since the release of his Oscar-nominated movie, he'd definitely come into quite a bit of money, allowing him to buy the home that was fit for a king. Betty remembered feeling embarrassed and her face warming up when he'd told her his job, as she didn't recognise him and hadn't seen any of his work. Being a single mom sort of took her TV watching down to a bare minimum. Jughead had loved it though, he got to be in a relationship that he knew had no ulterior motives, which was a very different situation to his past relationships.

"I don't know if I can get a babysitter for this weekend, Jug, and it's not exactly going to be easy when we're worrying 24/7 that Sophie's sleepi-"
"Betty, I mean both of you!" He chuckled as she listed off the reasons that it wasn't a good idea. It wasn't that Betty didn't like his apartment or hadn't been there before, it was the fact that she didn't know how safe it was for a baby.
"Okay...but is the apartment baby proofed? How am I supposed to bring everything over, her crib, her rocking chair, she won't go to sleep if she's not breastfed in her rocking chair before I put her down, Jug." Jughead smiled as he let her ramble. He knew that she had trouble with things that weren't planned and that she often panicked when things didn't go as per routine.
"Sweetie, calm down. It's all sorted..." He reassured her, a smirk on his face.
"And...what does that mean exactly?" She asked, a suspicious look on her face. Betty saw the camera wobble and go off his face slightly as he got up from the bed. "Jug, what are you doing?" She giggled as he skipped across his apartment, his furniture whizzing past in a blur in the background.