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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 26

After looking at her blood, Betty had blanked out. Reggie cursed as soon as she'd gone limp in his arms. John had helped her up after calling the ambulance, and his maids crowded around them. He realized then how much he disliked having strangers living in his house.
“Give her some air!” He yelled, and they scattered. “John, when is the ambulance going to get here?!”
“I don't know,” John answered, his tone worried but not exactly panicky.
“Oh fuck what do I do?” Reggie asked. He couldn't do much more beyond hug her tight and his uselessness swept through him, taking his usual confidence with it.
It was ages until the ambulance came. The emergency line operator gave them some advice, none of which he found particularly useful. Especially when he was so hysterical. All he could do was pray and cradle Betty in his arms, realizing that he'd never wanted the baby more than he did at the moment.
He begged every deity that existed to let his child live. Not like this. He couldn't lose his baby just like this.
His prayer continued as he rode the ambulance to the hospital and paramedics worked on his fiancee furiously, checking her out and helping her stop the continuous stream of blood. They had some trouble getting him to cooperate so that they could bandage his wound too, the one he obtained from leaping after her to save her.
“Just save them!” He yelled at the paramedics.
“We're doing our best,” One of the paramedics said, pressing his lips into a thin, unhappy line. “There's nothing else we can do for her at the moment. And if you don't get your wound seen to, you'll be the one to end up dying. Do you want to make your wife a widow?”
Reggie didn't bother correcting the man. He glanced to Betty, then begrudgingly allowed the man to treat his wounds. All the while he stared at Betty, ready to shove the man in her direction if he got any indication of her needing any medical attention.
Betty was wheeled away once they reached the hospital, and the only thing stopping him from joining her was a nurse telling him what a nuisance he'd be during her diagnosis and treatment, and that he was more useful filling up the forms.
She took a step back though, when he glared at her. Eventually he snatched up the clipboard from her and took a seat to fill it out. Except he couldn't concentrate. All he could think about was that he was about to lose his child.
It wasn't a mistake. He'd finally realized, deeply regretting ever calling his baby that. It wasn't a mistake at all.
He threw the clipboard onto the seat next to him, and held his head in his hands. What if Betty died too? What if he lost them both? He'd lose everything, all in the matter of seconds. He'd lost them once, he couldn't bear losing them again. At least the last time it happened, it wasn't forever.
If they died, it would be.
When he was finally aware of himself again, he went through his phone, needing someone, anyone, to distract him from his thoughts.
“Hello? Arch? You said you owed me a favor, right? Get your ass to Heatheron Hospital now,”

Reggie watched as Archie filled out the form, and Ron supplied the answers for him. Ron knew Betty better than anyone else in the world, he would say. But she couldn't write properly with her huge pregnant belly before her. He thought he'd feel more hurt to see the growth of Archie's children in her womb.
But he wasn't.
He was too concerned about his own baby.
“You okay?” Archie asked as the nurse took the form, looking relieved to finally find it completed.
Reggie gave him a terse nod. Archie didn't say anything more, just grabbed Reggie's shoulder and squeezed it. After Betty had left him behind, Reggie had searched for her. And somehow in that process had begun relying on Archie, who helped him as best as he could, even though the redhead was on his honeymoon.
So when Archie asked what was going on, Reggie explained. Not much, but just the most important bits. He made Archie swear not to tell Ron, not wanting her to feel guilt over ignoring his feelings, when she didn't even know they existed. Fat lot of good that promise did. Betty just told Ron everything the moment they met.
And then the couple had agreed to help them.
But when that backfired, Archie had promised Reggie a favor. That somehow he was going to make it up to his friend.
Though Reggie suspected even if he didn't call in the favor, Archie would still have come to help him fill out the form and provide him with some company while waiting for Betty. He'd only briefly explained to them what had happened, but they had sped over anyway.
“You okay, hun?” Archie asked Ron, in as quiet a voice as possible.
“I'm fine,” she whispered back. “It's my best friend who's in there,”
Reggie didn't think they knew that he could hear them, but he could. “Thanks for being here, guys,” He told them, tearing his eyes away from the room she was in long enough to give them a nod.
“We'll be here whenever you need us,” Archie said. Ron nodded her agreement, and Reggie smiled faintly back at them.
The doors opened then, and a doctor in a white lab coat emerged. The look on his face was grim, and Reggie stood to his feet without realizing it.
“Doc, give me some good news,” He practically begged the older man.
The doctor regarded him for a second with the same solemn expression, then smiled. “She's fine. Slightly anemic and a little stressed, but otherwise alright,”
He blinked. “Betty's fine?”
The man nodded again, and Reggie wanted to thank as well as hit him at the same time for giving him the wrong impression. “What about the baby?” He asked sharply, not wanting to rejoice just yet.
“Alive and healthy, as far as we can tell. We'd prefer to keep her in for a few days to keep an eye on the baby, to be on the safe side. A miscarriage could still happen.”
“Of course. Of course, of course, of course. Thank you so much,” Reggie said, and even bowed his head to the doctor.
He had never bowed his head to anyone in his life. Not even when it was part of his script. He'd get it altered instead.
“No problem,” The man said, his face returning back to its grave expression, and Reggie realized that's just how the man always looked. Maybe he was exhausted. Maybe he'd been working a twenty-hour shift.
Either way, he was grateful beyond words to the doctor.
“Can we see her?” Ron asked, having stood to her feet as well. Her husband supported her, grasping her arm in a manner that seemed totally natural to him, as if he'd been doing that for years.
He probably had.
“She's not awake yet, but she should probably awaken in a bit. You're welcome to wait, at least until visiting hours are over,”
Reggie nodded but in truth – he had no intention of leaving the hospital while she was still there.

As Betty opened her eyes, she groaned. Her whole body hurt so much.
“Blondie? You okay?” A hand grasped hers, its warm touch felt so right as it enveloped her hand.
“Reg?” She murmured, mustering what strength she had to squeeze his hand. She looked up at him, registered the bandage around his head, then gasped as everything came rushing back to her. “Th-The baby!”
Reggie smiled. “The baby is fine,”
She blinked at him. “What? But the bleeding...”
“Placental praevia. But the doctor says it's not serious. Just a minor thing. He wants to keep you in for various ultrasound tests, but he says it's nothing a good bed rest can't cure. Also, he says to avoid stairs if possible for the rest of your pregnancy,”
She tried to laugh then, but all she managed was a croak. “That I'm sure I'll do,” She said with an amused smile. “You look like hell,” She commented.
“So do you,” Reggie replied, and clenched her hand tight. It cut off her blood supply, but she couldn't have cared any less about that at the moment. It was like all the awkwardness had melted away. In that moment, they were closer than ever, like they were one entity, joined by the fact that they'd created life together.
Then someone completely ruined the moment, clearing her throat.
The amount of time it took her to turn her heavy head to the other side of the room to see who had cleared her throat bothered her. She felt really fatigued, like she had been drained of all energy. She wondered if someone had drugged her maybe.
“Ron? What are you doing here?” Betty asked, her eyebrows knitting together in her confusion.
“Reggie called Archie. Apparently he couldn't even fill a form, he was so distraught,” Ron supplied for her with a wink as she sat by Betty's bedside, the side not occupied by Reggie. When Betty looked to Reggie for confirmation, he blushed. This time she definitely did not imagine the pinkness of his cheeks.
“You feeling better, Bets?” Archie asked quietly, placing his arm on Ron's shoulder in an act of probably unconscious possessiveness.
“After knowing that my baby is okay? Of course,” Betty lied, punctuating her statement with a reassuring smile.
“Liar,” Reggie immediately pointed out. Betty narrowed her eyes at him.
“Good to hear. Our Alastair and Cameron really want to play with Gregory, you know,” Ron shot her husband a glare.
“You mean Graham,”
“No. I mean Gregory,”
“Graham.”
“Gregory,”
“Guys. This is my child. And I'm going to decide the names,” Reggie told them with an irritated look.
“Actually, we've already chosen the names,” Betty informed him. “It's going to be Graham Gregory Cooper if it's a boy and Kierra Rosetta Cooper if it's a girl,”
“...You named her without me?” Reggie looked hurt. Betty just shrugged.
“A-ha! See, it's Graham that's the first name,” Ron looked at Archie triumphantly.
Archie threw Reggie a imploring look. “Come on, Reg. Don't you think Gregory sounds manlier?”
“Apparently I have no say in the manner,” Reggie said sulkily. “My child isn't even going to have my last name, it would seem,”
Betty said nothing, she just smiled to herself.
“By the way, about the avoiding stairs part, I have a suggestion on how we can tackle that. For the sake of little Graham-”
“Gregory,”
“-we think you should stay at our villa at Maroon Dells. It's a single storey. No stairs. It's got a lake, the mountains, everything. And best of all, it's located somewhere really, really quiet, since we bought up all the land around there,” Ron winked at Betty.
“It's really gorgeous. Though there's no one there right now. The help found it too isolated a place to stay at. They go there once a month to clean the dust but if you're going we can let them know and they'll prepare the place,”
“Oh, and we'll have someone stay there too and of course keep the house all wonderful so you can be pampered as you should be. It's the least we can do for ruining your holiday,” She said to Betty somewhat pointedly.
“No, that's fine,” Reggie interjected. “I mean, thank you, we accept the offer. But I'd prefer for us to have the villa to ourselves,”
Ron blinked at Reggie, as if the idea had never occurred to her. “But who will cook? Who will clean? Who will re-stock the pantry and everything?” She asked, seeming baffled and horrified at the same time.
“I will,” Reggie said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Oh Reggie dear, the nearest grocery shop is sixty five miles away,” Ron said, her tone one would use when speaking to a child.
“That's fine. I'm taking care of Betty,” He said, and he gave her hand another tight clasp. “I'm sick of having people take care of the mother of my child. From now on, I'm going to do it. And that's final,”
Ron and Archie looked at each other, then smiled.
“Whatever you say, Reg,” Archie said.
“Yes. As long as you keep little Graham safe,” Ron agreed.
“Gregory,”
“Graham,”
“Gregory,”
“It's going to be a girl,” Reggie said with a roll of his eyes.
“How do you know that?” Betty asked.
“I just know,” Reggie shrugged, as Ron and Archie continued to argue in the background over the name of Betty's child. Betty wondered how they would fare if Ron had another baby, and it was just one this time. “Are you tired?” Reggie asks, watching as Betty begins to drift on the edge of unconsciousness.
“Mm,” she hummed, only half aware of the sound she made. Ron and Archie's continuous disagreement continued in the background, like a soothing mantra.
“Go to sleep,” he told her. “I'll be here.”
“Okay,” She said, falling asleep while clutching Reggie's hand.

“Jeez. When they said isolated, they weren't kidding,” Reggie said as his car, a Land Rover Discovery IV which could miraculously maneuver the terrain it took to get to Maroon Dells. There was a path large enough to get through the forest, of course, but it wasn't a proper road. It was bumpy, made of thousands of rocks, slightly larger than pebbles, and it was almost therapeutic to be driven on them.
This road went on for miles.
“God, when is this going to end?” Reggie whined.
“Relax. We have all the time in the world,” she laughed.
“Excuse me for wanting to get there quickly. After all those days of sleeping on hospital benches, I'm aching to go somewhere and just relax,”
“No one told you to sleep on the hospital bench. You could have just gone home,”
“You ungrateful Goldilocks,” He said. “You better be thankful I'm driving and I can't hit you at the moment,”
“You wouldn't hit me anyway. I'm pregnant,”
Reggie just smiled at that. After a week in the hospital and dozens of ultrasounds, Betty and her baby had finally been given the all clear. After they were discharged, they headed straight for the villa, which Ron had gotten prepared and stocked to the brim before they even set off for the villa.
“Can you believe they have four refrigerators in the place?” Betty asked, thinking of the last message Ron had sent them. She'd gotten all four refrigerators stocked, to ensure that Reggie wouldn't have to regularly drive to get more groceries.
“Not surprising. I have three in my mansion,” He shrugged. “Jacques likes to have all ingredients,”
“I'm surprised you guys don't just have a cold room,” Reggie gave her a blank look. “You know, basically a room that acts as a refrigerator. Most commercial kitchens have them,”
“You want one? I'll install one in our house,”
“No, that's not what I-”
“Yup, that's the first thing I'll do when I get back,”
“No, Reg, I-”
“Shut up and let me spoil you, Blondie,”
She stared at him dumbly, then shook her head, giving up. “Don't use words like that around the baby,”
“Sorry,” But he wasn't sincere at all.

Betty wasn't so sure how Ron managed to have holiday homes in the most beautiful places in the world, but she did.
“Beautiful, huh?” Reggie said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. They were overlooking the lake, from a cliff where the villa stood, a three-bedroom place – relatively small compared to her other homes – that was of course magnificently perched above the lake, facing the mountains around them.
“Yeah,”
“We've got the place all to ourselves for the next few months,”
“Will we be staying here that long?” She asked, surprised.
He grinned. “Of course we are,” He spun her around by the shoulders. “Come on, Blondie. Let's get our stuff into the house,”
She watched his sashaying butt as he approached the car and opened her boot, his butt protruding out in a particularly exaggerated manner. He looked over his shoulder and shot her a sultry look that had the effect of making her giggle rather than anything else.
This is going to be a good holiday. She decided.
Finally, things were looking up for Betty Cooper.
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