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Rebound Love	By : sandyl666 Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 13319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The comics Archie and Co, with its plot, characters, setting, etc does not belong to me. I guess they belong to John L. Goldwater, and a few others but I'm unsure. I make nothing by writing this fiction, and I don't plan to.

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Chapter 17

“Well, good morning,” Reggie said, sounding downright chirpy. Betty emerged from her room. Her first instinct was to growl at him for the trick he did to her the night before. Then she remembered that if anyone should feel frustration it was him.
“Good morning,” she smiled. “You're up early,”
“Yeah. Couldn't sleep,” She couldn't help it. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, before she dragged it up to his face.
“I could have helped with that,”
He gave a her knowing grin. “I bet you could have,”
They descended the stairs together and went to the kitchen. Reggie's parents were absent. He pulled a note from the fridge.
“Gone to meeting with the ladies. See you later,” He read off it, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, no, she left us breakfast,” Betty cried, lifting a food cover that had been left on the table. Beneath it were two plates, filled with pancakes. There was a jug of maple syrup nearby.
“Oh, no?” Reggie echoed.
“I wanted to make breakfast,” Betty admitted with a sigh. “It does smell good, though,”
“Yeah, they probably didn't leave too long ago. It might be still hot. We should dig in,”
Betty nodded eagerly. She was ravenous.
They tucked in quickly – they were both oddly hungry. Reggie hinted at the fact that they had done some exerting work the night before, winking at her all the while. She just shook her head at him.
“So, we got work to do today, huh?”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I almost can't wait for the wedding to be over,”
“Me neither. Whew,”
“Let's get going. I need to take a shower,” she said, placing her hands on the table and rising from her seat.
“I'll join you,” He grinned at her.
“Yeah, that's gon-” she stopped abruptly as she swayed on her feet. She just managed to catch the edge of the table in time to steady herself.
Reggie was at her side in seconds. “You okay, Bets?” He held her, his arms wrapped securely around her shoulders.
“Feeling kind of light-headed,” she murmured. And fatigued. It was like she didn't get enough sleep. Reggie wore an expression of concern. She tried to reassure him with a smile but as she did her vision blanked out for a second.
The next thing she knew, Reggie was calling her name frantically.
“Blondie? Blondie. Betty?! Betty!”
“Reggie? What the-” He was holding her in his arms, looking at her worriedly. He helped to steady her as she tried to support herself on shaky legs. “Whoa. What happened?”
“I don't know. You kinda just... blanked,” He said, looking at her warily, as if worried she might topple over at any moment. “Maybe you should go see a doctor,”
“Yeah, maybe,” she admitted. “But not today. We've got work to do,”
“Right,” He nodded. “But if you ever need to rest, tell me,”
“Got it, Reg,” she said gratefully. “Thank you,”
“No probs,”

Reggie did end up joining her in that shower. 'Just to make sure you don't have another episode', he had said.
She managed to reciprocate for what had happened the night before then, getting to her knees before him and kissing his member. He groaned his appreciation, his large hands tangling in her blonde hair, tugging her face closer to his crotch. She swallowed him as far as he could go, ignoring her urge to vomit.
She blew him off to a quick climax. He seemed too eager to last for too long, what with her sucking and blowing his manhood.
When he had finished spraying his seed down her throat and she was done swallowing all remnants of it, she cleaned up his cock, despite the fact that the shower had washed away most of it. She was exceptionally thorough in her work, and in doing so, it had hardened with arousal.
Reggie tugged her to her feet, pressed her against the shower glass and pulled her ass outward a bit, so she was arching it out at him. He slid into her smoothly, making use of the fluids that had been flowing freely out of her as she sucked him off.
Without preamble he rammed himself in and out of her, each thrust seeming to incite more pleasure from her. She cried out, her hands pressing against the glass as the shower cubicle got exceedingly foggy.
He wasted no time, going all out from the beginning. He pounded her into the wall, grunting as he did so. They had to leave for the wedding rehearsal, and he knew it. But he was intent on obtaining another climax before he did so. Betty was too, sensing the urgency, and played with her own clitoris to speed up the process.
Only moments later, he poured his essence into her, and she followed shortly after, moaning into the glass. Her body went through a cycle of hot and cold as the pleasure radiated across her body from her core.
Reggie supported her as they finished their shower, having correctly assumed that she no longer had the use of her knees.
They left the shower when they were done and hurriedly, they dressed, both their phones ringing with an impatient Ron making use of her speed dial.
Driving like a maniac, Reggie got them to the church just in time before Ron burst into a full rage.
“Sorry. I was feeling a bit ill,” Betty gave the excuse. Ron's murderous expression immediately morphed into one of concern.
“Oh, no, Betty! Are you okay now?” Ron asked. She was wearing a cream dress, apparently very similar to her actual wedding dress especially in form and size, so that she could get used to walking down the aisle in it.
“I'm fine,” Betty told her. And she did feel okay.
And alright, as soon as she sat in Reggie's car, she had rushed back out to the house and regurgitated over his bushes for no apparent reason. Still. She felt okay at the moment.
“I'll keep an eye on her for today. Worry about the rehearsals,” Reggie informed Ron, his grip on Betty's arm firm and comforting.
“Alright then. Are we ready? Everyone, places!” Ron said.
The church had been embellished even more. It was Friday... only two days before the wedding, which was taking place on the Sunday. This was the last day for rehearsals, and clearly someone had been at work readying the church. There were flowers everywhere, tasteful large bows practically hanging from the ceiling. This was clearly a Lodge wedding.
Even the priest's clothing was almost... tasteful. Betty didn't know how Ron managed to persuade a Holy man to wear fashionable clothes for her wedding, but somehow it had happened.
Nevertheless, Betty didn't really register much of her surroundings. Or even of the proceedings. She was on autopilot. They had rehearsed enough for her to know what she had to do without really thinking about it.
She had a creeping suspicion which she had ignored for too long. Now it had settled in the pit of her stomach, growing and festering, causing her to want to gnaw at her fingernails, a habit she had shaken off years ago. She wanted to rush out of the church and head to town to confirm her fears.
But she couldn't. She couldn't do it to Ron, or Archie. Or even Reggie. What would Reggie think? Oh God...
“Good job, everyone!” Ron said, drawing Betty from her trance.
“Jeez, Betty. What's up with you? You've been zoning out the whole day,” Midge waved a hand before Betty's face.
“Oh! Um... Nothing. Just thinking,”
Midge looked at her blonde friend in concern. “This wedding isn't... bothering you, is it?” Betty knew what Midge was hinting at. The age-old love triangle which had been between her and the couple getting married.
Betty smiled. A real, genuine smile. “No, no. That's not it at all,” And as she spoke it, she knew it was the truth. She had a much bigger issue at hand, and she wasn't even thinking about Ron being with Archie. She supposed Reggie kind of made that happen as well. His companionship had taken her mind off it... and he was the one who pretty much caused the issue that she had been so distracted with.
“Well. If you say so,” Midge looked doubtful, and she saw the same expressions echoed on the faces of Nancy and Ethel, who were standing nearby, not even pretending that they weren't eavesdropping.
“Really, guys. I'm fine,” Betty said. This one was a lie. She was definitely not fine.
“Okay, guys!” Ron yelled, mercifully distracting the other bridesmaids. “Don't forget, there's a party tonight at my place! As a thank you for all you've helped us do,”
“She had time to plan a party?” Nancy muttered under her breath. Midge giggled.
“Tomorrow we welcome our guests and get ready for the wedding! See you guys tonight,” Ron said, beaming. Glowing.
Reggie approached Betty, again gripping her on the arm, as if concerned that she may swoon and hit her head on the soft carpeted church floor any second. “Hey, Arch invited us over to hang with them before the party. What do you say?”
Betty bit her lip. She hated hiding things from Reggie, her partner in crime, who deserved to know what she was so worried about. But if it was false, she would just be troubling him for nothing. “Is it okay if I meet you guys there later? I kind of have an errand to do,”
“What kind of errand?”
“I, um, need to send a postcard to my parents,” Betty lied. She almost winced at how fake her lie seemed.
Reggie gave a her a look that told her he wasn't convinced. “I'll come with you. I don't think you should be going alone,”
“No! I...” she searched her brain for a legitimate excuse. “I also need to get feminine hygiene products,” was what she said in the end, lowering her voice for dramatic effect.
“Oh,” Reggie's mouth actually formed an 'O'.
“Yeah,” she said. “Is it okay if you hitch a ride with Archie and Ron, so I can borrow your car?”
“Are you sure you can drive? I could just drop you off...”
“I'll be fine,”
He looked at her doubtfully and she resisted the urge to squirm. She hated these feelings. Reggie had been the one person she'd told everything for a while now. To keep something from him made her feel guilty as hell.
“Okay,” Reggie dropped the car keys into her hands and she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. “I guess I'll see you at the party,”
“Yup,” She smiled in a way that was as reassuring as she could manage.
He bent down and kissed her, before releasing her arm. “Be careful,”
Betty stared up at him in surprise. He had never been this affectionate in front of their peers before. It had shocked her enough to make her forget about her issue for a while. “...Okay,” she said dumbly, and he left to join Archie and Ron.
She grasped the car keys, then hurriedly walked out of the church. She had no time to waste. She got into the car and began to speed off. She wanted to get out of Riverdale. She couldn't buy what she wanted to in Riverdale, no way. Not with all the reporters around. Luckily she brought a change of clothes with her, though, so she didn't have to wear her maid of honor dress to the pharmacy.
Thoughts ran through her mind, mostly regarding her fear.
It was a rare occurrence for her period to be late, but it did happen. She didn't want to think the worse.
But still. They really hadn't used protection. None. Never. Not even once. What if. What if....
What if she was pregnant?
She stepped on the accelerator even harder, pushing the car to the limit along the highway.

It took her half an hour to arrive at a nearby town. It was a sleepy one, with barely three rows of shops for a town center. She changed quickly in one of the public bathrooms. Luckily for her, it was a sunny day, and she could get away with sunglasses.
She entered one of the pharmacies, grabbed a whole bunch of items, including feminine hygiene products and four pregnancy tests. She didn't want to rely on just one. They weren't a hundred percent, in the end.
“How are you doing?” was pretty much the only attempt at socializing the cashier made with her. The young woman didn't seem to care much about the items she was scanning, and mercifully gave Betty no trouble. She quoted the amount of money Betty owed her.
The blonde hurriedly paid the cashier and rushed off, back to the public bathroom. She was so nervous, she felt like she could pee her pants.
Please don't. Was the mantra she repeated in her head, over and over again as she ripped the packaging of the pregnancy tests, skimming through the instructions without much conscious thought.
She did her business on all tree, then set them aside, on the top of the toilet bowl, and paced in her tiny cubicle for them to work.
It took three minutes. She paced for ten. She thought about what to do. Should she tell Reggie if she was pregnant? Of course. What would he say? He wouldn't want them, would he? It's not like he was looking to have a family with her when he slept with her. It was just meaningless sex.
Meaningless sex. Betty wanted to laugh. She should have known. There was no such thing as meaningless sex, especially when you forgot to use protection.
So she knew what Reggie wanted to do... but what did she want to do? She liked her current life. She wanted to explore more of her single life, now that she no longer had Archie on the brain. She was kind of looking forward to moving on. Perhaps even exploring her relationship with Reggie.
A baby didn't fit into any of that.
Could she abort it then?
The thought sent horrified shivers down her spine. And even then, she knew. No matter whose baby this was, whether she was pregnant or not, she couldn't abort her own child. She glanced at the pregnancy tests, lying innocently on top of the toilet bowl. She should look at them.
She should.
It was terrifying. She walked the two steps towards the toilet bowl in the same way a criminal would marching towards his death penalty. She lifted the tests with shaking hands, comparing the signs to that of the packaging.
The tests fell to the floor as she lost all feeling in her limbs. She registered falling to the ground after her knees gave out, but everything after that was a blank.
She knelt there on the bathroom floor for ages, so shocked she couldn't even stand. Couldn't even cry.
Betty Cooper had gotten pregnant from a rebound. She was carrying Reggie Mantle's child.
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