I'm happy so many of you enjoyed the first part of this little story. I hope you'll enjoy the second one just as much :)

"Good morning sunshine," Jughead says with an amused grin when Betty enters the kitchen, one of her hands covering her eyes from the sunlight that is making her pounding headache more unbearable than it already is. If that's even possible.

"There's nothing good about it," she murmurs and shakes her head, wincing when it makes the throbbing in her temples worse. It clearly is possible to feel worse.

"I bet." Jughead laughs and hands her a tall glass of water and two aspirins, kissing her lightly in the hair.

Betty downs the pills immediately and slides into one of the chairs at the breakfast bar. "What are you making?" she asks curiously as Jughead comes back to the stove.

"English breakfast," he says and scoops up some bacon on a plate. "I've heard it's good for hangovers and you seemed to have quite a wild night." He laughs again, remembering the aftermath of Betty's many mixed drinks.

"It certainly feels like it now." She groans, holding her head in her hands, praying for the pills to kick in quickly.

"Here you go." Jughead slides the plate in front of her, before taking his own and sitting on the chair next to her.

"What did I do to deserve you?" she asks before digging into the breakfast and a moan escapes her throat as the taste of bacon spreads across her tongue.

"I ask myself the same question every day." He smiles at her and they continue eating in relative silence for a couple of minutes.

"So," Betty starts as she puts the last piece of sausage into her mouth. "What embarrassing thing did I do last night?"

"If you don't remember how do you know that you did anything?" Jughead asks and quirks his eyebrow before taking a sip of coffee.

"Because you keep looking at me like you're about to burst in laughter, but then think better of it." Betty furrows her eyebrows, pretending to be mad. "So spill. I need to know."

"None of it was really embarrassing if I'm being honest. Just… a bit different from the way you usually act."

"Different? This doesn't sound good."

"Oh, but it was really good. In fact I wouldn't mind if some of that behavior stayed." Jughead gives her a wink.

"Oh God." Betty scrunches up her face. She has never been so drunk she wouldn't remember things the next day. And it's a feeling she doesn't want to experience again. "Tell me. What did I do?"

"You were very… bold. Shall I say."

"Bold? As in… rude?"

"No, not rude." Jughead shakes his head with laughter. "You complimented me. Saying I had a cute little butt. You even squeezed it to make your point."

"Oh no, I didn't!" she exclaims, hoping Jughead is making fun of her.

"You most certainly did. But it was actually kinda cute. Then your comments got a bit more raunchy. And after telling me how handsome I was you decided you wanted to have a lot of babies with me and wanted us to make one right then and there," Jughead says with a smirk, but secretly hopes that decision wasn't driven just by alcohol. "You literally said "Put a baby in me, Jughead Jones!"." With the last sentence he can't contain his laughter anymore, throwing his head back and clutching his stomach.

"Oh, no." Betty covers her face with her hands as her cheeks grow bright red. The drunk version of herself was definitely much bolder and vocal about what she wanted than the sober one. "Did you agree?"

Jughead takes a few seconds to compose himself and wipes the happy tears from his cheeks before replying. "Did you want me to?" he jokes and rises his eyebrows. "I told you that's a decision better made sober," he adds after a moment, laughing at the terrified look on his fiancée's face.

"Good." Betty lets out a sigh of relief. "We're getting married in a few months and I don't wanna look like a whale on our wedding day."

"I would marry you anyway." Jughead smiles and leans over to lightly capture her lips with his.

"Well I hope so." Betty laughs once they pull apart, interlacing her fingers with Jughead's and staring at her engagement ring wistfully. She can't wait to add another band to that finger. "But maybe, after the wedding…" She looks up at him with a question in her eyes.

Jughead tilts his head to the side and squinting his eyes a little, hoping he deciphered her message correctly. "Are you proposing we have a baby?" he asks, trying not to give away how excited he is in case he misunderstood Betty's question.

"Only if you want to," she replies hurriedly, a hint of insecurity in her voice. Jughead told her that he wants kids eventually, but they've never talked about how soon eventually meant.

His mouth stretches into a huge smile before he replies. "I want nothing more than to start a family with you," he says and Betty's shoulders drop in relief. "But I think we should start practicing more intensively."

"Should we?" Betty quirks her eyebrow at him and Jughead laughs. She may not be a Jones yet, but she has definitely mastered her eyebrow game already.

"Mhm. Just in case." He nods with a smirk and wraps his arms around her waist. "I've heard it's great for hangovers as well."

"Really?" She bites the corner of her lip, her eyes twinkling with mischief and the warmth of his skin through her thin shirt bringing up the unsatisfied urges from the previous night. "Then you need to show me."

"Oh, I will," he whispers seductively and a second later her legs are wrapped around him as he carries her to bed while her happy laugh fills up their apartment. They may not need the practice, but they'll definitely enjoy doing it.