Alice POV:
I could hear them arguing for about twenty minutes before I really had to use the bathroom. Unfortunately the only bathroom is downstairs and could maybe sneak behind the bar without Gladys knowing. I slowly got up and walked down the stairs. It looked like they were arguing outside thankfully. I looked around the place searching for Betty and Jug, to find them hiding behind the bar.
"Mom what are you doing what if Gladys sees you?" Betty whispered.
"I have to use the bathroom, now move so I can sneak by." I said crouching so I can sneak past them.
Just as I was about to make it across the bar Gladys swung the door open and FP runs in behind her. I quickly ran to the bathroom and tried not to listen to them, but I'm a Smith... and Smiths love to eavesdrop.
"FP I cannot believe you are divorcing me because you're still in love with your high school girlfriend!" Gladys shouted.
"I never said I was. I'm asking for a divorce because we can't be in the same room with each other for more a few seconds without arguing. Our children don't deserve two unhappy parents after everything they have been through." FP said slowly lowering his tone, trying to calm down.
"Well are you going to deny you still love her?" Gladys said.
"Well, no-" FP started.
"Exactly! I'll send you the damn divorce papers so you can go back to screwing Alice." Gladys yelled storming out of the bar.
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"Well that was a strange conversation." FP said sitting down on a bar stool.
"Hi Dad." Jug popped his head up from the bar.
"Ahhh! Jughead, don't do that."
"Sorry dad... so that conversation was loud."
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I can't hear the rest of what Jug says and I quickly use the bathroom and sit down next to FP at the bar.
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"Please tell me you didn't hear that." FP said rubbing his face clearly frustrated.
"What that you still love me Forsythe?" I laughed.
"Yeah that part." He sighed.
"Well if you don't say it I will, I love you too Forsythe." I said and he smiled ear to ear looking cuter than ever.
"Betty you can come up now." I said and she slowly popped her head up.
"Were you two eavesdropping on us?" FP said sounding shocked that they were both hiding behind the bar.
"Seriously FP, Betty is a Smith and Jug is a Jones, the best eavesdropping duo of them all."
"Trust me I know." FP chuckled.
"So you and mom are getting divorced." Jug said with a grin.
"Why are you so happy about it Jug, I thought you wanted us back together, you know as a happy family." FP said going behind the bar to grab a drink.
"It's just that the past two months since well, you two, um well you know, you have been a lot happier." Jug said smiling until he notices that his dad is grabbing a beer.
"Dad, can you please not drink." Jug said grabbing the beer out of his dads hand.
"Jug all I want is one." FP grabbed it back out of Jugs hands and sitting down next to me.
Just as he put the bottle to his lips I grabbed it, and threw it across the room. It smashes into a million pieces and creates a ear shattering noise.
"If your going to drink its going to only be water, if I can't drink you can't either." I said now getting annoyed at him.
"Alice. If I want one beer its not a bad thing." He says now getting annoyed at me as well.
"Don't you dare get mad at me about this, you knocked me up, and all I want is a glass of wine to get through the damn day and I can't do that. So you can't either. The rest of the eight months I am pregnant no drinks." I said getting really annoyed at him now.
"Fine." He said getting up to grab another drink.
"Forsythe!" I yelled.
"Relax Smithy I'm just getting us some water." He grabbed two glasses and filled them with water, placing one next to me.
"Smithy?" Betty says laughing.
"Yeah thats one of many, many, many... nicknames I have for you mother." FP says laughing.
"Shut up FP." I say before sipping on my water and smiling. I can't help but remember all of the nicknames he gave me, they were so cute.
"What nicknames do you have for me Jug?" Betty asked looking at Jug.
"'Um, well theres Betty...duh, Betts, Juliet-" He was about to continue before FP cuts him off.
"Awww, Juliet, I used to call you that." FP said placing his hand on my cheek.
"Okay stop, I'm okay with you two dating and having another baby but can we keep the gross sappiness out of it." Jug said as Betty 'ew's'.
"I like it." I leaned in to kiss FP.
"Ewwwwwww." Betty laughed.
"Hey! this is what you two are going to look like in thirty years, so get used to it." I said laughing before kissing him again.
"Get a room." Jug said.
"We have multiple, but we are comfy here."
"Okay well in that case we are leaving. Want to go to pops Betty?" Jug asked.
"Yes please, get me out of the 'land of the love birds'." Betty said taking Jugs hand and pulling him out the door.
"So... Were did we leave off?"
"Are you okay, to you know?" FP said now looking concerned.
"We don't have to have sex to have fun FP." I rolled my eyes.
"Aren't you suppose to be resting?"
"Do you want to make out or not Jones?"
"I do... but I also want you to rest." He said picking me up and carrying me outside.
"Put me down FP!" I yelled swatting at his back.
"Nope we are going back to the trailer so you can sleep, I also need to clean up all of your vomit from earlier." He said finally putting me down.
"Fine, I will take a nap but then can we make out?"
"Fine Ali, but please take a nap... and a shower you smell like vomit." He chuckled.
-We arrive back at the trailer and the place smells clean... too clean.-
"Um, did you already clean up in here?" I said stepping into the spotless living room.
"Nope I cleaned it up." Gladys scoffed stepping out of FP's bedroom.
"Oh, um, Gladys what are you doing here?" I said looking out the window waiting for FP to come in and handle her.
"I came do drop of these... and it smelled like shit in here." She placed a file of papers on the kitchen table.
"So where is FP so I can give these to him?" She says pointing to the file and scanning the room.
"Sorry Juliet I had to um-" FP started before noticing Gladys standing in the kitchen.
"Oh Gladys, what are you doing here?" He scoffs.
"I came to give you these, and for what its worth I hope you two are really happy." Gladys said having trouble getting the last part out.
"No you don't." I laughed.
"No I hope you burn in hell, but that would make me seem awful since your pregnant, and I feel awful for what I said about you. Oh and my daughter repeated it, that was the final straw, I don't want her picking up on me being a jealous low life." Gladys said sighing.
"I'm sorry what, How did you know?" I said eyeing FP thinking that he told her but he shrugs looking equally as confused.
"I figured it out, you're pregnant with a Jones baby and trust me I've been there more than you and it sucks, the morning sickness is awful." She said giving me a fake smile.
"Actually you haven't, and trust me I know I was wondering why I was is sick for the past six five weeks, oh and the mood swings are awful too." I said also faking a smile. We used to be friends in high school until she tried to steal FP from me. Then I left because I was pregnant and when I came back she was with him.
"You've been pregnant with his baby more than once?" She said looking at both of us confused.
"Yeah, but thats a story for another day." I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"I know I have said some awful things about you in the very recent past, but I am planning on staying in Riverdale for a while to get to know Jug. So would you be willing to go out with me for a milkshake at pops for old times sakes, so we can try to not hate each other?" She said looking nervous saying it.
"Uh Gladys you sure thats a good idea?" FP said looking like we are about to start a cat fight.
"Oh FP give it up, were not going to fight over you, this isn't tenth grade, and yes Gladys I would love a milkshake. Oh and a burger, and a hotdog and-" I started.
"You want everything, and don't worry its on me." She said.
"It better be since I'm paying for your hotel." I said without thinking.
"You are paying for my hotel?".
"Well, yeah she is." FP said looking ashamed.
"I'm so sorry, I will find another room thats less expensive." She said.
"Don't... you can stay in my house." I said without thinking again.
"I can't Alice that would be... weird."
"Gladys I am hardly there and I have two guest rooms downstairs, Jug is there all the time so he can bond with Jellybean." I said. I'm trying really hard to make this whole situation less awkward. But completely failing.
"I can't Alice."
"I insist please, I'm planing on living with FP anyway... Sorry that probably is not something you want to hear."
"No I get it, and thank you Alice, I will take you up on that offer. Oh and I hope you can forgive me for what I said about you." Gladys said looking embarrassed.
"I will, but not now, or for a while."
"Okay, I saw that coming. Lets head to pops then." Gladys offered.
"Oh no, not right now, Alice needs to take a nap and Jug is at pops so why don't you go say hi."
"But FP-"
"No Alice, you know you need rest and you have thrown up everything in you so eating a ton is not a good idea, lets get you some crackers and ginger ale." He said pushing me to the bedroom.
"Fine... Gladys I will catch you another time!" I yelled from the bedroom.
"Bye Alice!" She yelled back.
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"Why is she being so nice to me now?" I asked, as I start getting undressed. I put on one of his old t-shirts and it is huge on me. I looked down at my stomach and couldn't wait till I fill out the shirt with a big baby belly.
"I have no idea but it is weirding me out." He said laughing it off.
"And you look adorable in that shirt." He placed his hands around my waist and moving them to my stomach.
"Thank you, and yes it is creepy." I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Okay now it's time to sleep." He said tucking me into the sheets.
"Only if you nap with me." I pulled the sheets back for him to get in.
"Fine." He agrees jumping into bed next to me. We both curl up in each others arms and fall asleep.
-• A/N •-
Hope you liked this chapter, sorry if there is spelling errors. Keep sending in suggestions for the story, I have a few ideas but need some to fill out the timeline between now and when Alice has the baby. :-D