Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
"Jug?" Betty whispered after climbing back into the bed with him, her hair now wet. "Juggie?"
                          
The man turned around to face her, burying his face into the crook of her neck. "Where did you go?" he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.
                          
Betty chuckled. "I went for a run and shower. As I always do..." Her hands slid through his raven hair. "You should get up. We need to make breakfast and go to work."
                          
"No, it's Friday," Jug murmured, giving her neck a soft kiss and planting another one just like it, next to her.
                          
"Exactly. When we get home we have the whole weekend."
                          
Jug sighed, finally fluttering his eyes open to look at the happy-looking Betty. When his book had gotten published in January, he had to start writing the new one; a sequel according to many requests. He was still doing it, of course, but he wasn't a freelancer anymore. He wrote for a small newspaper brand, having to go to work for a few hours a day at least.
                          
Betty was working now as well. It was the end of July already, their baby was 15 --almost 16-- months old. They took her to daycare five days a week, allowing her to get friends, but also start to get over the separation anxiety. Betty usually dropped her off before going to work and Jughead picked her up about 4 or 5 hours later. They had been worried it was too long at first, but the caretakers had told them it was normal and that most of the kids were there for about 8 hours or more because both of the parents were working. That had calmed them down a bit.
                          
So this was their daily routine. Betty went running every morning, one of them made breakfast while the others got their daughter ready. They all ate breakfast, took their baby to daycare, went to work, picked her up, ate lunch together, and then whatever they desired to do.
                          
Betty was working at a private elementary school as a PE teacher. Every kid loved her, loving the way she knew how to have fun, how she was younger than most of the other teachers, and how she didn't push them to do something they weren't able to do. PE was everyone's favorite class now.
                          
"Mama!"
                          
Betty smiled, pulling away from Jughead's lips. "Go."
                          
Jug raised his eyebrows with a smirk. "Me? I clearly heard she called for her mama."
                          
"Well her mama's busy," she smiled.
                          
"Oh really? From what?" he chuckled, his strong hands gripping her waist, pulling her body flush against his.
                          
"Getting dressed," Betty teased back, pecking his lips quickly and getting up. Only now he registered that she was only in her panties and a matching bra.
                          
"Dada!"
                          
"I'm coming, baby," he shouted and sighed while pushing himself up. I'm tired," he murmured to Betty, making the woman laugh.
                          


                          


                          


                          
Betty smiled at the message from Jughead that said they were there now. He occasionally went to pick her up from work, Willow with him. He knew it wasn't actually picking up; now they just all had to take the subway home, but she didn't like being alone during the ride home. She felt always so uncomfortable around those people in there. So both he and Willow were known by many students and a few teachers already.
                          
As soon as the two stepped into the building, Lolo hid her face into his neck. She didn't like the attention of strangers and she had been shy with them ever since she was about eight months old.
                          
"Hey, you wanna go see mommy?" Jug asked her quietly, bouncing her a bit.
                          
"Mommy," she said, taking her head out.