Leah giggles. "Your stuppiidd". She sticks her tounge out at Jughead. Her tiney hands griping at his naturally ripped jeans. "Your lucky your a cutie."

You had moved here about 7months ago with your 4yo daughter, just in time to finish out your senior year of high school. Your a 19yo senior. When you were 14 you were pregnant with a little girl, you named her Leah. You took a year off from school.

Your house was a small warn down brick house. Your grandmother and grandfather built it by hand when they were young. Last year your grandmother passed. She left the house to your mother and father but they decided to sign it over to you. You moved to Riverdale because yo needed a fresh start. Down in your home town, rural Maine, everyone knew what happened to you. Why you have Leah. Your parents didn't want you guys to leave at first but the warmed up to the idea. You had enough money for Leah, for school and daycare. You saved all the money from takinging your r4p1st, Leah's father, to court. You destroyed him, got his business closed. Got him sent to jail for 10 years though it didn't feel like enough. It never did. Leah never met her dad, thank god for that. She's onl ever known you as a parent. She's a very smart little girl. She's shy, you blame yourself for that. Your door had many locks. She has the master bedroom because it's upstairs and the smaller ones downstairs. Playdates have to be at your house. She loves unicorns and pops chocolate shop. You were just a kid yourself. Leahs a lot difeent then other kids. She's more grown up. She was taught a lot difeent and you hate yourself for that.

You met Jug a couple weeks after starting school. Everyone made fun of him, avoided him like he was the plauge. He had a fucked up life. Hes 18 in a gang his father runs. His mom left. His dad loves him but has an alcoholic issue. Part of what drew you to him is that you see a bit of yourself In him. He gets treated like how you did I Maine. You've gotten made fun of a few times here in Riverdale but Jug always shut it down real fast, even though you told him it wasn't nesasary. You and Jug started talkin at school, then texting, then you'd hang out if school ended early. Last week he met Leah for the first time. You picked her up from daycare. He say in the passenger seat of your 2014 Toyota. For someone so tough like jug, so broken and rough, he took to Leah so quickly. You've hung out a few times since.

Jughead knew there was likely a lot to unpack wit you. The way you flicnched, how perspective you are. But he knew not to ask. You admired that. He never once asked you about leahs dad, or how you got pregnant. And not because he didn't care or wasn't curious, he knew you. Your letting yourself get close to him even though you know it's probobobly for the better that you stay away. You just can't.

Right now you and Jug were sitting on your small leather couch, Leah was sitting in the bean bag chair. Your house was odley homey and warm. It was a bit messy though. It took a long time for you to let Jug inside your home. Doc McStuffins was playing on the TV. Him and Leah talked about lightning McQueen. They both loved cars. You find your hand shaking in your lap, Jug doesn't notice. You let out a deep breath ibtertwining your fingers with his. His head imitatly wips around. His breath shutters when he realizes your alright. Your eyes meet his. His smile lights up the room as his thumb runs across your uncles. "Your nails are pretty." He points out. He was always complimenting the little things. Never made you feel uncomfortable. "Did you do them yourself?" He asks. He can tell your nervous. It might seam like a simple thing to most people but not you. His grip tightens on your hand. You smile soft. "Yeah. I was pretty bored when I was pregnant, my mom thought me how to do acrilics really well." He looks at your hand agin. U look away, letting your hand be in his. Letting the silence take over. "Whats for dinnerrrrr?" a small voice intrupts.