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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 22

The limousine ride was, well, incredible. That's the only word Betty could have used to describe it. When she turned up, she noticed that Ron was dressed in her usual resplendent clothing. Except, you know, for it being maternity wear, the midriff region large and loose to accommodate her growing twins. Ron greeted her happily and Archie led them both to the limo, offering an arm to each of them like the gentleman he was.
Inside of the limousine was pretty much a buffet. Anything that Betty could have been craving was in that form of transportation.
“Whoa,” was all Betty could say. She took a seat at the back of the limousine, with Ron beside her. “Oh gosh. This is wonderful,” The seat was firm and cushy, with a bunch of pillows all around the place. Archie took his place on one of the seats along the side of the limousine, smiling at the girls.
“Here, have some,” Ron took some of the candy in a porcelain bowl and handed it to Betty. She then took some for herself.
“Uh... thank you,”
“I got these from Belgium. I've been craving them since before I was pregnant,” Ron popped one in, and made a happy moan.
Betty tried one as well, and sighed. “These are incredible,”
“Aren't they just?!” Ron maintained a cheery mood through the car ride. Betty couldn't help going along with it, her mood was almost infectious. Archie mostly stayed quiet, knowing that the women were bonding, though occasionally he volunteered some information. “You're not going to find out the gender beforehand?!” Ron exclaimed.
“No,” Betty answered with a smile. “I want it to be a surprise,”
“But you'll have twice as much work,” Ron rolled her eyes. “You'll have to find two names, two color schemes,”
“Actually, I think I'm just going to go with a gender neutral name, and colors. I don't want my child thinking that there's a color specific to his or her gender,” Betty explained.
Ron considered this, and nodded. “That's true.”
“So does that mean you and Archie have found names for your twins?”
Ron and Archie exchanged a look. “Actually, we've decided that we'll each pick out one name,” Archie explained.
“I'm going to call mine Alastair,” Ron all but bragged. Betty almost winced. She wondered if anyone would make fun of her son in school, with that name. Then again, if he inherited her confident nature, she doubted anyone would tease Alastair Lodge-Andrews.
They'd sooner find themselves pressed into a corner, cowering in fright.
“I'm thinking of Cameron,” Archie supplied.
“Alastair and Cameron,” Betty mused. “That sounds good,” A strange mix, but they actually fitted. It reflected the personalities of their parents well.
“How about you, Betty?” Archie asked.
“Me?”
“What names have you decided on?” Archie elaborated.
“Oh, um... I haven't really decided on one yet. There's just so many great ones, you know,”
“How about Graham for a boy?” Ron suggested. Betty thought about this, then nodded.
“Or Gregory,” Archie said. Ron rolled her eyes.
“We've been through this, Archiekins. Not Gregory,”
“Why not?” Archie said, a look of annoyance crossing his face.
“It's lame,”
“It is not!”
“Guys, guys,” Betty held out her hands, trying to calm them down. “How about one be the first name and the other the middle name?”
They considered this, then nodded.
“But Graham will be the first name,” Ron said.
“No way. Gregory will,” Archie argued. Betty wanted to sigh. This was her child they were talking about. Then again, she was so amused that she couldn't bring herself to stop them.
“What do you think, Betty?” Ron asked.
“...I think we can decide when the baby's actually here,” The couple conceded to this point. Not wanting to allow the conversation to go down the same path for the female name, Betty spoke hurriedly. “For a girl... It think I want Kierra for her first name,” Betty said.
“Kierra?” Ron tried the word out on her tongue, and smiled as it rolled off it like the finest Belgium candy. “I like it!”
“Unusual, yet pretty. I like it too,” Archie commented. Betty beamed, glad to have gotten their approval. She'd been mulling over names for a while, and within less than ten minutes, that problem had been solved.
“Her middle name needs to be Rosetta,” Ron said.
“Rosetta?” Archie laughed, as if Ron had made a absolutely hilarious joke.
But she hadn't. Her eyes narrowed at him, and it was Betty's turn to laugh.
She'd been so lonely for a while now, it was wonderful to have company like theirs, even when they were bickering. She sipped at the hot cocoa Ron had made for her with the limousine's inbuilt hot drink machine, and listened to them, content with just that.

It took a while to get to the Lake, but when they finally did, Betty couldn't believe her eyes. Lake Mahoe was even more beautiful than she thought.
“Oh... gosh,” She sighed, gazing out towards the crystal blueness, with pine trees surrounding it. Near them was a small jetty, where a large yacht stood, with the name Veronica on it.
“Betty, you can admire the water later!” Ron called, pointing to her holiday home. Betty turned... and blinked. The holiday home was up a few steps, among the pine trees, fitting in completely despite the modern twist of it. It was mainly made of glass and dark wood, an odd combination to Betty that kind of just fitted. And like all things made by the Lodge company, it was large and luxurious. Three stories tall, with two separate wings – one as the main house, the other, she presumed, was for the help.
Archie and the chauffeur removed the luggage – Betty only had one bag, but Ronnie had heaps – as the two pregnant women skipped up the stairs to the house gleefully.
“I haven't been here in ages!” Ron said. “You'll love this, Bets,”
“I bet I will,” Betty responded.
And she did. Inside was modern, pristine and absolutely clean. Its architecture was flawless. It was huge, with five different bedrooms, each with an attached bathroom and one bathroom near the kitchen, right by the laundry. And of course, each living space was humongous.
“Here, Betty. This is your room!” Veronica said, gesturing to this elegant room, decorated with a modern theme in mind, and it reminded her somewhat of her suite in the Lodge hotel. Betty immediately pushed that out of her mind. She didn't want to think of that suite at the moment. She stepped out through the glass doors by her bed, and out onto the balcony. Her view was stunning – just water the whole way with some mountains ahead. There was a green island in the middle of the lake, so strangely out of place that is just fit in.
“It's perfect, Ron,” Betty breathed.
“Isn't it?” Ron had crept up behind her, and took her place by her side on the railing, looking out at the lake.
“I think I'm gonna like staying here,”
“Good. That's why I brought you here,” Ron replied with a grin.
Over the next few days Betty got used to the routine of the day. They weren't allowed to do much lake activities, since their bellies bulged so much and got in the way of almost anything. Betty got to lie on the edge of the lake on some reclining chairs, with Ron beside her. Betty divided her time between reading and writing her new cook book. Archie would usually spend time swimming while they did that, or sometimes he would recline with them and all three of them would laze the day away.
A chef and maid visited each morning to clean up as well as prepare meals for the whole day. They lived nearby, and brought supplies with them. There was another maid who lived there, the wife of the chauffeur who drove them around as well.
Betty felt spoiled, with all the cooking and cleaning done for her. She didn't spend too much time with Ron and Archie, who were still in a honeymoon mood. She did a lot of walks, much to everyone's dismay, who didn't like her going off on her own, in case something happened.
“It's fine! I have a cell,” She whipped it out and flourished it in their faces over dinner someday.
“You can't use it if you fall and hit your head,” Archie pointed out.
“Don't jinx her like that,” Ron said, smacking his arm. She then turned a worried look on her best friend. “Just be careful, okay?”
“I will,” Betty said.
The next morning, she was out again at the break of dawn, sneaking out before anyone could tell her not to, including the holiday home's chaffeur. She enjoyed her walks. They were absolutely calming. There was something about being one with nature, to feel completely at peace by being there.
Until she heard a branch crack behind there. She spun around so quickly she felt a wave of dizziness. She leaned on a tree. “Hello? Is someone there?”
For a moment, silence. And then someone emerged from the trees. She blinked at him, recognizing him instantly.
He did too. “Betty?”
“...Jason? Jason Blossom?” The redhead smiled. He was sporting jeans and a hoodie, casual clothes, as if he had just stepped out of his house for a moment and then decided he'll take a walk while he was out. Not that it didn't fit him, though. It did. A lot.
“You remember me,”
“Of course I do. What are you doing here?!” Betty exclaimed.
“Just here for a brief holiday. My villa is right there,” He pointed somewhere to the right, but she couldn't make out any buildings. It was obscured by trees. “What are you doing here?”
“I'm here with Ron. Just taking a holiday,”
His eyes dropped to her pregnant bulge. “I see,” He frowned. “Isn't it a little dangerous for you to be out here by yourself?”
She rolled her eyes. “I have a cell,” She took it out and waved it in his face.
“Fat lot of good that'll do out here. There's barely any reception,” He commented, and she blinked, having forgotten about that. “How about I accompany you?”
She thought about that, then nodded. “Sure.”
He offered her his arm, and they strolled about. He was warm and steady... and he definitely looked good. He'd retained his same boyish charm, but in a more mature package. “So... where's Reggie?”
The word cut through her like a cold knife. “I don't know. Why are you asking me?” She couldn't help her almost sulky response.
“Whoa, cool down Betty. It's just... you're pregnant and if the rumors are to be believed, that baby's his,”
“It's not his,” She corrected. “It's mine,”
“Takes two to make a baby,”
“But only one to claim it,” Betty sniffed the air. “Can we change the subject? How are you? What have you been doing?”
Jason began talking then, about how he'd been taking over his father's jobs, much like Ronnie did for Hiram, except he was not as successful. “I made some mistakes...” He explained. “So it's been a hell of a time trying to fix them,”
“Is everything okay now?” Betty asked, concerned.
He nodded. “Just about. Which is why I decided on a break. Lake Mahoe is beautiful,”
“It is that,” Betty agreed.
“And it must be my lucky day, running into you,” He said, staring right at her. She smiled, but didn't want to encourage him. She knew he was only flirting with her because he flirted with anything female. She didn't read too much into it. Jason began steering her back to the Lodge holiday home, and saw her inside. “See you tomorrow, Betty,” he said, then left.
Ron walked down the stairs. “Was that who I think it was?”
“Yup. Jason Blossom,”
“...Huh,” was all Ron said in response.
The next day, Jason was waiting for her where they had met the day before. Again, he offered her his arm and they took a walk around the lake, talking idly about their lives. He talked about his sister, how she had recently divorced her third husband, whom she had been married to for only about a month. Betty somehow wasn't surprised at all.
Betty talked about her cooking show, how she had written those books, about how occupied she had been with the wedding recently. He seemed to sense that Reggie and the origins of her baby was a taboo subject, and avoided it completely, much to her relief.
She was touched by his understanding and thoughtfulness though. She'd had a bad impression of Jason Blossom for years, but clearly she'd misunderstood him. Either that or he'd truly blossomed.
The next day he was again waiting for her.
“I'm sure you have better things to do, Jason,” She commented. “You don't have to walk me around like I'm a dog. I'm fine,”
“You're opinion of me is higher than I deserve. I'm not doing this for you,” He met her blue eyes then and admitted in an almost sheepish tone: “I'm doing this for me,”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “I don't understand,”
He let out an exasperated sigh. “I like walking with you, Betty,” She didn't know how to respond to that. They walked in silence for a few moments, before she could formulate something to say.
“I'm pregnant with Reggie's baby, you know,” she thought he needed a reminder.
“I know. But you're not with him, are you?” he asked.
She didn't reply to that.
“Then it's not an issue,”
She sighed. “I'm not ready for a relationship, Jason. I don't think I ever will be. And this is all so sudden...”
He stopped, and halted her as well. “I've always liked you, Betty. Always,” His confession took her by surprise. She thought he was joking for a moment... but his expression never wavered. “Come have dinner at my place tonight,” His smile was a fragile one, almost as if afraid of being rejected.
She'd never known Jason to act that way. “Jason... don't do this if you're only expecting a fling,” She'd had enough of flings to last her a lifetime.
He looked offended. “I'm not, Betty. I swear. Look, I'll prove it to you,” His expression was so hopeful... she found herself giving her assent.
“Alright. Tonight then,” She smiled, feeling a little guilty for having accused him when he'd confessed wholeheartedly.
He beamed, quite literally, and it nearly dazzled her. “Give me your cell number,” He pulled his phone out.
“But I thought there wasn't much reception here..?” She said, frowning.
He gave her a rueful look. “I exaggerated a little. I really wanted to walk with you and talk to you,”
She let out a surprised laugh, she couldn't help feeling a little flattered. He walked her back to the Lodge place, and then he bade her farewell. He didn't even try to kiss her, and she had to admit – she was deeply impressed. She could barely believe this was the same Jason Blossom she had known back in high school. He had been a womanizing ass.
...So had Reggie. But she didn't want to think about him.
Betty dashed through the house, looking for Ron. She visited the living room, knowing that she'd find Ronnie there with a fresh pot of tea, drinking and going through some files for work. That was what she had done most of the holiday, though Archie had been hard at work to minimize her workload. It suited Betty fine, since she herself had to work on her next book.
“Ronnie! You'll never believe what happened!” she exclaimed as she entered the living room. And froze. Ron wasn't going through files.
There were three people in the living room. Archie and Ron...
….And Reggie.
He stood the moment he saw her. She hated that he still looked as perfect as he did three months ago, as if their separation had done nothing to him, while it had taken everything from her. “Bets-”
“Why the hell are you here?” She forced out through gritted teeth. She looked at Ron, her face a mask of betrayal. Ron had the decency to look away, at least.
He ignored her question. Sort of. “I've been looking for you all this time. I just wanted to-”
“What? Make me abort this baby? Just leave us alone! You've made it clear enough that you don't want any part of this child's life, and I'm okay with that. So just go,”
He took a step towards her. “Betty...”
“Just go!” She yelled, so loud her own ears hurt. Yet he continued to approach her. She couldn't take it – she ran, up the stairs and to her room. He was right on her heels, calling her name. She tried to close the door and slammed it on his foot. He cursed in his pain, but didn't remove his foot.
“Please, Bets let's talk about this,”
“I've got nothing to say to you!” She shouted, trying to shove the door shut. He yelped in pain and for a moment she paused, worried that she'd actually severely hurt him. He took that opportunity to open the door wide enough for himself to slip through. Once he was through, he shut the door behind him, locking it.
She stared at him in horror, unable to believe that he had taken advantage of her concern for him. Tears welling up in her eyes, she spun on her heel and went to her closet. She removed her bag and started throwing her clothes into it in her wrath.
“Betty, Betty, stop,” He tried to physically impede her, catching hold of her hands. She shook him off and continued, but he was just as persistent.
When he finally managed to get a grip on her, her eyes snapped up to his, seething in her anger. But in it was despair as well.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Look, everything I said that day... I didn't mean all that. I just panicked, okay?” She looked away. “Please, Bets, please look at me.”
She did, and instantly regretted it. The sincerity in his eyes disarmed her. “I'm having this baby, no matter what you say,”
He nodded. “Okay,” His response took her by surprise. He let go of her hands, and held her face in his hands. “Okay,” He said again, then leaned forward and kissed her. She stood, frozen, not knowing what to do. Why was he kissing her?
But it felt so good... she didn't want to think about why at the moment. She just wanted to enjoy it. Wanted to fantasize about a perfect world, where Reggie wasn't just her rebound, but her lover. Where she didn't need to feel guilt every time she thought about them making love in the past, and how her body still ached for him.
When it was over, though, shame instantly flooded through her. “You liar!” She punched his chest. “I'm sick of you playing around with me!”
“I'm not lying!” He replied indignantly.
“Oh really? So you'll be a father to this baby? You'll help me raise it? Change its diapers? Wake up in the middle of the night to soothe its cries?” She challenged. His silence was answer enough for her. She shook him off in disgust. He just caught her again. She struggled in his grasp and somehow she managed to push him down into the bed.
Betty looked down at Reggie, registered the familiar angles and lines on his face, and somehow this did something to her. She lost it. She bent down and kissed him, long and hard, with a ferocity she had no idea she had. He responded in kind, kissing her back, running her hands against her skin, which was buzzing with hormones, sensitive enough to make her moan just from the contact.
He used this to his advantage, slipping his hand underneath her top and massaging her aching mounds. They were sensitive, and his touch felt so good it almost hurt. She pressed them against his hands, wanting more of him as she savaged his mouth.
She bounced on top of him, rubbing her crotch against his, feeling it grow. It still responded for her, which she couldn't help being flattered about. She humped him hard, feeling the bed creak and groan underneath her. He lifted her shirt almost completely, along with her bra, before dipping his head and sucking on the rosy crest at the tip of her breast, until it hardened.
Betty gasped as his suction stimulated a release of a milky fluid. She hadn't been lactating before. He pulled back and stared at it in wonder, then lapped up the milk. “No-” She protested, but he didn't let up he sucked on her breast like a baby, drinking down all her milk.
It turned her on so much she felt a boost of energy overtake her and she removed him from her breasts and pushed him back into the bed. She removed his engorged member from his pants, then moved her panties aside, recalling how she'd felt like wearing a dress this morning and thanking her good thinking.
The impaling wasn't slow. She'd pretty much slammed herself down on him, until he'd entered her fully. Reggie groaned beneath her, but she granted him no mercy. She began riding him the moment he was inside her, needing the contact, wanting him deeper.
The bed made sounds of complaint at her roughness, but she ignored it. She ignored everything but the feel of him sliding in and out of her, the way it hit the end of her vagina, at the cervix, with a satisfying thump. Her eyes fluttered close as she enjoyed herself, focusing only on the pleasure. She was sick of dealing with the emotional and ethical side of things.
Betty even filtered out his cries, not hearing anything but her own heartbeat in her ears. Her hips ached, but she didn't want to stop. She could feel Reggie's hands on her hips and saw his lips move. He was talking to her, but she registered nothing.
She was so close. So close to the peak of perfection, and she wasn't about to miss out. She rode him until she'd finally reached it, and with one last ram that caused her butt to collide with his pelvic bones, she orgasmed. Fireworks went off behind her eyes, and her world started falling and lifting all at the same time. She could feel her whole body spasming out of control and soon realized his was too.
Warmth filled her from the inside. Liquid warmth that washed over her inner muscles, fluid and thick as it was tugged down and out of her by gravity.
She swayed above him, but somehow her mind was even clearer than before. She looked down at Reggie, registering him for the first time since she'd lost control of herself. Disgust swept over her, and she clambered off him to puke in the toilet bowl. She scarcely made it there, and in fact, only managed to get to the sink.
Betty completely regurgitated into it, unable to control her sick exploding out of her. Her repulsion was aimed at herself. How could she just lose it like that? How could she have sex with him – again? Right when she'd decided that she wanted no more flings? What kind of slut was she?
She cried into the sink as well, the salty tears mixing with her vomit. When she was done, she rinsed her mouth, trying not to look down at the vomit in the sink in case it set her off again. When she turned around, Reggie was there, by the doorway, fixing his pants.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she said only one word. “Don't,” He shut it again, as she stepped past him and back to her suitcase, which she packed more hurriedly than before.
“Betty, I-”
“I don't want to hear it,” she said. Her knees were still shaking, wobbly like jelly, and this made her even more nauseous.
“Look, I'm sorry. I really am. About everything I had said and done that had hurt you. And while I can't say I'm totally open with being a father... I can try. I'll give you financial aid and as much help as I'm able to give.”
She looked up at him, and knew it was the best offer she could get from him.
“That's not good enough,” She said, and promptly finished her packing. She zipped up her bag, threw it over her shoulder and exited the room, leaving behind a stunned Reggie. “We're fine on our own. I don't need your sympathy or your money.”
She left with her head held high... much good it did her, with his semen soaking her panties. She pulled out her phone. In her peripheral vision she could see Archie and Ron at the foot of the stairs, looking at her appraising. She could almost sense the assumptions running through their heads.
Betty concentrated on her cell instead, heading straight through the door with her phone held to her ear.
“Hi Jason,” she said, fighting to keep her voice steady as she walked down the stairs. “Sorry, change of plans... Would you mind possibly taking me home?”
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