Bughead Oneshots?

TW ⚠️ // self depreciating comments, struggle with body confidence.

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It had been 4 months since Betty had given birth to their little angel, Sam.

Jughead was so in love with his little family that he didn't think his heart could love anymore.

Jughead was worried though.

Betty seemed...off.

It had started off with just a few comments here and there.

'Wow, a 15,000kg hippo? Might as well have me on the screen.'

'No, V, trust me I could never pull that off. Not with my body.'

'I still look nine months pregnant.'

It was devastating to hear his wife talk about herself that way.

He felt angry that he hadn't been a good enough husband to reassure her.

"Jug? Can you stop buying those chips that I love? If they're not in my sight then I won't eat them and it's not like I can actually leave the house to go to the store looking like this." She scoffed.

Jughead's heart sank.

"Betts, can we talk?" He asked.

"Sure." She replied, following Jughead to sit down at the dining table, next to each other.

She seemed confused at the concerned look on his face.

"You've...said some things over the past few months and it's...upsetting me and worrying me." He admitted.

This seemed to confuse her even more.

"Oh...okay. Well, what have I said?" She asked.

"I've noticed that you've made a few comments about...your weight." He said, carefully.

"So you've noticed it too? I'm so sorry that I don't look the sam-" She started.

"Betty, no! That's not what I mean. I'm not upset that your body's changing, I love that your body's changing. I'm upset that you really think all those things about yourself. I want you to love yourself the way that you are now, just as much as I do." He interrupted.

"Yeah, well I think that's near impossible." She laughed humorlessly before harshly wiping a stray tear that fell.

"Look, I want you to talk to me, okay? Tell me what you're thinking because this is breaking my heart to see you like this." He spoke, holding onto her hand as his chin quivered slightly.

"I just...ever since I had Sam, I just don't feel...sexy anymore." She sighed, looking down at their hands as she fiddled with his fingers nervously.

"Betty." Jughead stated, lifting her chin with one of his pointer fingers that he'd managed to remove it from her firm grip.

Betty kept her eyes downcast.

"Look at me, honey."

Betty reluctantly looked up, her eyes shining with tears.

"How can you still love me?" She whispered, her voice breaking in despair.

"Jesus. Come here." He sighed, pulling her to sit on his lap.

"Jug, no, I'm too heavy..." She murmured.

"Elizabeth Jones, I mean it." He spoke, softly yet firm.

She hesitantly moved to sit on his lap so that her legs were settled between his legs as she sat on one of his thighs.

"You. Are. Beautiful." He spoke with such conviction that Betty almost believed him.