Bughead Oneshots?

Insecurities revealed?

He stroked her hair behind her ear as they looked into each other's eyes.

"You have to say that. You're my husband." She whispered.

"You really think I would say that to you if I didn't mean it with every inch of my being?" He stressed.

She simply shrugged.

"I've tried to feel sexy, I have. Wearing lingerie for you, even wearing it under my sweats just to try and make myself feel better but nothing seems to work." She cries.

"Can I ask you a question?" Jughead asked, quietly, helping her to wipe away her tears.

Betty nodded, looking down at him.

"Do you know anything in particular that's brought this on?" He questioned.

Betty looked down at her lap, trying to get the guts to speak.

"I feel like I'm not attractive enough for you...like you'll find someone that doesn't look, well, doesn't look like me." She laughed humorlessly, sniffing.

Jughead hadn't said anything in a while so Betty stood up and moved to get a glass of water from the sink to rehydrate herself after crying.

When Betty looked up, Jughead still sat where he was looking shell shocked and in deep thought.

Looking down at the liquid in the water, Betty couldn't help but envy it, the smooth gentle ripples in harmony with each other. The entire scene in front of her eyes juxtaposed her life and she wanted nothing more than to be able to get back to before when her life was more like that, more in sync.

Before Betty had a chance to delve any further into her thoughts, she felt a very familiar pair of arms wrap around her from behind, a dark mop of hair tickling her cheek from where his head was nestled in her neck.

"Is that how little you think of me?" He whispered in disbelief.

She shook her head, looking down as she felt him inhale her familiar scent that he'd known and loved.

"It's..." She started, before sobs rippled through her throat, causing her voice to drip with sadness.

"It's how little I think of myself." She sobbed, unable to hold her emotion any longer.

Jughead cried for her.

"I know you don't believe me but you're so beautiful, Elizabeth." He whispered into her neck.

"I love that you've given your beautiful genes to our son." He soothed, stroking his hand over her belly.

Betty grabbed his hands to stop the movements.

She shook her head, signalling for him to stop it.

He sighed and turned her around, pulling her along with him.

"Come with me." He murmured, tears streaking down his face as he made his way up the stairs and quietly into their bedroom as to not disturb their son in his nursery.

Jughead dragged her infront of their full length mirror.

"Jug...no." She protested, looking away.

"Look, Betty." He demanded.

She shook her head.

"I don't want to." She argued.

"I want you to look at the beautiful body that grew and delivered our baby boy and continues to nourish him on a daily basis." He replied.

"You might see that, Jug, but all I see is a blob of mess that I can't even bring myself to look at for another second." She responded, looking into his eyes through the mirror.