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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 27

“...What are you wearing?”
“It's an apron,” Reggie said, giving her a little twirl, causing the pink, frilly thing to flutter. He then did an imitation of a model strutting down the catwalk. When he was done showing off his outfit, he enlightened her as to the outfit. “I'm going to cook for you,”
Betty visibly paled. “That's not necessary, Reggie. I'll do the cooking,” They had just put away their luggage and he wanted to get her admitted into hospital again? No thank you.
“Shush Blondie. I'm going to do it. Now, how do you crack an egg with one hand again?” He smacked it against the side of a glass bowl and the entire thing fell apart in his hand, including the egg and its shells. It slid into the bowl, dozens of shrapnel of egg shells. “Oops,”
She sighed.
“Have some faith in me!”
“....Um,” She couldn't help her lack of enthusiasm. Memories of the past didn't reflect well on Reggie's cooking abilities. He rolled his eyes and pulled up his sleeves to his elbows.
“I'm going to get to work. You sit!” He snapped at her as she started to rise from where she was seated at the dining table. She obediently put her fanny back down. “Okay... where was I? Oh, right. Breaking the egg.”
Betty winced, not so sure it was going to be a good holiday anymore.

She stared at the plate of omelets in front of her. At least, she thought it was omelets. She couldn't discern what it was at all.
“...It's black,”
“Oh, don't be racist. And you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, you know,”
“But Reggie. It's completely black. I told you I smelled smoke, didn't I?”
“Well, smoke enhances the flavor, doesn't it?” She gave him a loaded look. He sighed. “Okay, fine, fine. You caught me, Blondie. I can't cook. But I'm trying, okay?”
“How about we do it together? I'll teach you,” She said, rising from her seat.
“There's only one apron,”
“I don't need an apron,” She said off-handedly.
“Show-off,” he muttered. She paused, having not even thought of the comment as a brag. She narrowed her eyes at him, but Reggie just looked at her innocently.
So they spent the next half an hour cooking a half-decent meal. He had to do any jobs she couldn't due to the obstruction of her belly.
At the end, they ended up with stir-fried noodles that was only a little over-cooked.
“Not bad,” He said after tasting it. She just smiled to herself as she ate her meal.

They took a walk after lunch, with him watching her every step.
“Be careful of that rock,”
“It's a pebble,”
“Doesn't mean it's not dangerous. Don't look down on pebbles,”
After their walk, they got home, took baths in huge bathrooms to wash off the grime of traveling and exertion from their walk, then settled down to watch a movie.
“Let's watch something we won't be able to when the baby's here,” he suggested.
“I don't want to watch horror,” She protested.
“How about this one?” He asked, holding up the case of Van Belsing. “It's mostly thriller and action,”
“Okay,”
It was pretty creepy though, and she cuddled close to him. He placed a comforting hand around her, protecting her from imaginary villains. She felt cherished and just snuggled closer.
At the end, he yawned. She looked away from the scrolling credits to his face. “You're tired from driving all the way here... wanna call it a day?”
“Sure,” He helped her off the couch and guided her to the rooms. When she got to the door of hers, she grasped the handle.
“Good night,” she told him as she opened the door and took a step to get into her room.
Reggie frowned, and pointed to the door of his room. “What are you doing, Blondie? We're sharing a room,”
“What? But you left my bag in this room,” she said, giving him a bewildered frown.
“That's cause there's not enough space in my closet for us to share it,” He said, as if the answer was really obvious.
“...What?”
“Either way, we're rooming together. What if something happens at night?” He asked. He set his jaw and said determinedly: “No, we're sharing a room,”
“Regg-”
“No protests, Blondie,” He grabbed her arm and hauled her to his room. “You're staying in my room,”
“I don't get a choice in this?”
“Not while you're pregnant you don't,”
She shook her head in disbelief, but couldn't help feeling pleased at all the attention he was giving her.
“Lie here,” He patted the bed, and she rolled her eyes but did as he said. She lay down in his bed, and he took his place beside her. She thought about all those nights they spent beside each other back in her hotel suite.
His presence beside her in bed put her at ease, and she suddenly felt tired, as if a weight had been removed from her shoulders and she could finally truly relax. Her eyelids felt heavy and she tried to keep them open.
He kissed her forehead. “Good night, Bets. Sleep well,”
She couldn't even formulate a response, she was too sleepy. Her world blacked out and she fell into the sweetest slumber she'd had since leaving Reggie.

A few days passed at the villa, and they settled into routine.
“Are you done? I'm hungry,”
“Just a minute,”
“I'm gonna die of starvaaaation,”
“I said in a minute! Do you want to eat raw food then?”
“No, I want something yummy. Feed me, feed me!”
“I'm almost done!”
Betty pouted as she watched Reggie cook her dinner. Amazingly, he'd proven himself to be a decent cook when he was going about it seriously. And alright, he still had to refer to her cooking books for inspiration as well as guidelines so that he didn't do anything stupid, but he definitely had some talent.
Unlike Ron.
“And... done!” Reggie said as he plated up the risotto. Betty clapped her hands with glee as he placed the risotto down in front of her. She took an appreciative sniff, sighing her admiration.
“It's gorgeous,”
“You haven't even tasted it yet,”
“I know it's going to be good,” She took a spoonful, which confirmed what she suspected. It was delicious. “Way better than the omelets you made the first day,”
He made a face at that. It had taken some instructing and some practice – she'd heard him up at night cooking stuff, but hadn't commented on it because she didn't want to hurt his pride – he had perfected the art. In a week.
She'd never admit it out loud, but he really was the Great Mantle.
“Here, have some,” She spoon-fed him, and after putting away the frilly, pink apron that he wore so well and opened his mouth for her. His juicy, red lips enveloped the spoon as he ate the food. He chewed it for a second, then grinned.
“Why am I so amazing, Blondie?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Because you're lacking in so many other ways,”
He gasped dramatically, as if he had been greatly offended. As per usual, she ignored him and continued with her meal, humming appreciatively as she ate. He got a bowl for himself and watched her as he chewed.
“What?” She asked self-consciously.
“Nothing,”
...But he didn't stop staring at her.
“What?” she pressed. He just grinned, and she treated this as her payback for having offended him earlier. Whatever. He could sulk all he wanted, she was used to Reggie being such a kid.
He placed his bowl on the table then, before getting to his knees before her. She watched him with alarm. Reggie had only been on his knees a few times in his life, as far as she knew, and the last time he did, it was to propose to her.
This time, though, all he does is lay his head against the swell of her stomach and purr contentedly.
She laughed. “What are you doing?” The contact of his head against her stomach tickled her.
“Nothing much,” was his reply.
“You're squishing little Graham,”
“You mean little Kierra,”
She tilted her head at him. “You're really sure it's going to be a girl, aren't you?”
“Yup. I know it,” He looked up at Betty, his brown eyes shining. “Wanna bet?”
“...No,”
“Oh come on, Bets. It'll be fun,” he said. “Come on, Betty, betting is part of your name!”
“Lame,” she sighed. “Fine, fine. I bet it's a boy,” She said to placate him.
“What are the stakes?”
She paused. “I don't know. You're the one who made the bet,”
“Yes, but you need to suggest what you'll have to do if you lost,”
She thought about this. “Alright. If I win, You'll change diapers twice as often as I do,”
He winced. “Twice?”
She shot him a look. “I'm the one going to go through labor. By right you should be changing all the diapers,”
Reggie appeared to be thinking this over. She waited, until he caved. “Fine. If I win...” He tapped his chin with his pointer. “You'll have to keep having my kids until we get a child we can name Graham,”
Her eyebrows shot way up. “You want more children?” He nodded, once. “But... I didn't think you liked kids,”
“I do,” He lifted his head and got to his feet, taking his seat right next to her once again and lifting his spoon to his mouth. She waited for his response, unwilling to let the subject pass. Noticing her gaze, he paused his chewing to meet her eyes, before resuming as if nothing had happened.
“Reggie!” She slapped him on his arm at the way he was intentionally torturing her. He started laughing, inevitably choking on some risotto and having to fetch a glass of water to dislodge the stray grain of rice.
“Whoa, I nearly died there,” He said, managing one or two last coughs.
“Reggie, come on,”
“What is it, Blondie?” He looked at her in what would have looked like pure puzzlement to anyone else. But Betty called his bluff.
“You know what. Since when did you want kids?”
He shrugged. “I'm not sure. It kind of just crept up on me,” He said, placing a hand on her bulge and stroking it. “I don't know when it started, honestly, I really don't. But now I love this child more than you know. Just seeing her, or you know, her while she's inside you, feels me with this indescribable feeling. And I want more,” The look he gave her child was one of pure affection, and it made her heart melt.
“Reg...”
“Bets, I won't force you to do anything, of course. I promised I wouldn't, remember? You have every right to say no to having more-”
“I want more kids too,” She blurted out. He blinked.
“Really?”
She nodded. “I can't imagine what being an only child is like. It must be lonely,”
“It is,”
“Of course, that doesn't mean you're going to win this bet,” She gave him an impish smile.
“I so am,” he said. “Now finish your food,”
“You're not my mom,”
“I will be if I have to. Now eat,” He held her gaze, challenging her to disobey his order. She fought back for a second, before giving up with a shrug and lifting her spoon to her mouth. “I'm going to be a great dad,” he mused.
Her first response was to scoff, but she couldn't deny the truth in that statement. “Yes. You are,”
He stared at her in surprise. “Wait, what?”
She studied his look. Had her praise for him been so sparse? She'd always preferred not to give him any more compliments, sure that his head will grow too big to fit into any hats if she did. “I said you're going to be a great father,”
The look Reggie Mantle gave her in response could only be described as goofy.

Betty Cooper couldn't deny it. It had been two weeks since they'd come to the beautiful Maroon Dells, and she had found herself unable to just stay friends with Reggie.
She'd been falling for him even when he was just a rebound, but back then she'd still retained some semblance of control over her feelings, having also been broken-hearted over Archie. She would have thought she'd be more cautious still, since this was the same man who had once broken her heart, and she would resist falling in love with him. This time, however, it was like her feelings overflowed from within her like a leaky dam. Everything about him was charming and lovely.
The way he took care of her, cooked for her, was constantly worried for her. Even the more annoying things like his constant self-praise and long gazes into the mirror seemed adorable now. She could laugh at them, rather than roll her eyes.
Probably the clincher was the way he showed how much he loved their child. At first she thought maybe he was just trying to make up for his mistakes in the beginning, how he had wanted to abort Kierra. She realized she was wrong after a while – nobody could possibly keep up the kind of attention he paid her unborn child if he didn't even want the baby. His favorite past time was poking her softly so that their child would kick back at his fingers, as if protesting the touch. Though Reggie liked to think of it as his Kierra trying to make contact, rather than rejecting him.
“Blondie! What's wrong?” Reggie gasped, right by her side in mere moments.
Alarmed by his panicked expression, her eyes widened. “What, what?”
He had been admiring his reflection in the mirror when she'd seen him last, and winking at himself. She'd been changing into her night clothes, which she had been allowed to place in his closet. After he realized that him hogging his own closet had her making several trips back and forth between his room and hers, he'd come to an agreement with her. He would leave some of his own clothes in her closet, and she was allowed to store her essentials in his closet, so she wouldn't constantly be retrieving her clothes from a separate room.
“Why are you stretching? Are you sore or something? Does something hurt? Is the baby okay? Kierra isn't hurting you, is she?”
His bombardment of questions made her laugh. “I'm fine, Reg. Calm down.”
He frowned, and disregarded her nonchalance. “But you had this look, as if you were in pain or something,”
“I am a little sore,” She admitted. “Like my back and my legs. Kierra's been getting heavier,” Which was to be expected, when Reggie's cooking was so good. Still, Reggie was too concerned. All she had been doing was trying to relax her tired muscles by stretching them out.
“How long have you had aches?” he asked.
“A while,” About two months. His eyes narrowed, as if he knew she was downplaying her symptoms. “I'm fine, Reg. I can live with this,”
“Move,” He made her scootch forward a little so he could start massaging her shoulders, then her back. She moaned in bliss.
“Oh, that feels wonderful,” She sighed. “How did you get so good at this?”
“I watched loads of lamaze videos,” He told her. “While I was searching for you,”
She glanced at him. “Really?”
“Yeah,” He didn't say anything more, as if the fact that he had to work hard to gain this expertise was embarrassing. “Better?” He asked as she melted into him.
“So much,”
“Good,” He moved to her front and began massaging her feet and legs gently. His touch was so relaxing that she flopped onto her back. His massage moved from her toes and the soles of her feet, up her calves. Then he got to her thighs, paying close attention to her inner thighs.
That's when she felt his fingers pressing against the damp spot of her underwear. She immediately bolted upward. Except she couldn't get into an upright position and fell back down.
“Relax, babe,” was all Reggie said as he pulled her panties off her, then began to give her inner muscles a good rubbing as well. Her clit throbbed, growing in response to the stimulation.
She jerked as her arousal mounted.
“No- Reg, don't. I'm not-” He was so good though, that in mere minutes she felt stars explode before her eyes. It had been too long since she'd had any sex, despite all the pregnancy hormones. Her head was thrown back without her will and she was gasping for breath as pure wonder and ecstasy melted into the marrow of her bones.
She was only partially aware of Reggie crawling up her side, kissing her limbs as he passed them. When he got to her lips, it felt only natural for her to lean forward and kiss him. It felt even more amazing than usual. Maybe because this time, there truly was no regret. No guilt. No holding back. Just pure expression of love.
“Reggie..” She murmured as he smothered his lips against her neck, breathing in her scent. She just stared at the ceiling, dazed.
She had to admit, it wasn't like she wasn't expecting this to happen. Or at least, she had been hoping dearly for this to happen. She had no idea if Reggie's feelings in any way echoed hers.
Betty still didn't know, she supposed. Maybe he was just feeling horny.
But it didn't matter. Because at that moment, they were together.
Reggie drew her nightdress over her head, then looked down at her, his breath escaping from his mouth in pants. Without any warning, he bent over her breasts and started sucking on them. They had begun lactating and the milk escaped the tip of her swollen mouths into his mouth. Betty cried out and held him tighter to her chest, her hand cradling his head.
Two of his fingers slipped down to the tight opening between her legs. He inserted his digits in and began stroking her back to complete perceptiveness. The hands on the back of his head tangled in his hair as she arched.
Maintaining some conscious thought, she herself felt her way down his body, until she reached the tent in his pants. She palmed it through the cloth that restrained it, giggling as it twitched and grew under her touch. Reggie groaned in her ear, a soft, animalistic sound that shot right to her core.
“Reggie...” she moaned his name.
He withdrew his fingers, and sucked them dry, making sure that she was watching him do so. Then he stripped her slowly and carefully, kissing the top of her belly as he did so. After that, he removed all of his clothing. When he turned back to the bed, her arms were open.
“Make love to me, Reggie,”
His smile then wasn't his usual smirk or mischievous grin. It was one of bliss and gratitude. “Okay,” he embraced her, then lowered his head to kiss her. He had to be really careful not to squash her, ever mindful of her pregnant belly even as he was twining his tongue with hers playfully.
After a few moments, he tired of holding himself up above her. It was an awkward position. He rolled her over to her side – the left side, of course – and took his place behind her, his chest to her back. His mouth slid over her neck, warm and moist. She felt his penis jab her in the butt. She took hold of the shaft and placed it in between her thighs, aligned with her slit and coated it with her lubrication as Reggie continued to nibble her all over her shoulders and neck.
She rubbed her thighs together, aroused and yet wanting to prolong this moment. Reggie didn't rush her. He just kept kissing and licking her, his hand fondling her inner thigh.
When she felt like she couldn't take it anymore, she altered the angle of her hips until he was right at her entrance. Then, slowly, she felt him slip into her like a lock into its bolt. When he hit the end of her, she groaned.
It very nearly felt like heaven.
Reggie's arm encircled her, folding across that part between her breasts and her distended middle. With that grip on her, he started moving slowly. His movements reminded her very much of the time at the beach. Except that time, he really was trying to make up for his mistakes. And he was trying to make her feel loved, despite not actually having any feelings for her.
This time, though, it felt like he did.
His solid length moved in and out of her unhaltingly. It was slow, but it never stopped for even a moment. She felt her hips ache with the control it took not to slam back on him, but it just felt right to do it leisurely. She leaned back into him and her consciousness drifted. It wasn't like she was falling asleep or anything.
It's just that she felt swept away by the feeling of 'rightness'. Her world could not be more perfect in that moment, she felt. It had taken much suffering to end up where she had, but it had been worthwhile.
Betty was pulled back from her moment by a touch at her nethers. Reggie's fingers had once again found its way to her clit, and was strumming gently. A soft rub of it was all that was needed for her to orgasm again, and she abruptly felt like every piece of her puzzle had just shifted into place.
She arched against Reggie, feeling his sweaty body stick to hers. A few more erratic thrusts and he was with her, erupting inside her with countless spurts of his seed, the seeping warmth just the icing on her proverbial cake.
Reggie panted against her shoulder as his whole body relaxed, practically melted against hers. She stared into the darkness, content.
She wondered what he was thinking about as he grasped for breath. She herself had thoughts of marriage running through her mind. He never put the engagement ring on her, for some reason. And no other mentions of getting married had actually occurred between them.
But if they were going to have more children...
As if he had read her mind, she heard Reggie whisper into her ear: “Bets... will you marry me?”
“...I feel like I've answered this question before,”
A pause.
“Just answer the damn question, Blondie,” Reggie growled.
She giggled, then rolled over so she could see his face. She cupped it, studying his solemn expression, the way his eyebrows nearly met together in the middle, how his lips were pursed. It didn't suit him, but still she loved it.
Betty was beginning to think she loved everything about Reggie.
“Yes,” She whispered. His face broke out into a wide grin, and he wound his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body in his joy.
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