"Wait! Let me get a picture"

Jughead and Betty lived in a beautiful apartment in New York, after living in dorm rooms during university they finally saved up enough money, with jug publishing his book and Betty writing articles for magazines, to buy there own place. They moved in about 7 months ago and they've never been happier.

Betty was out on a run and when she came back, she found jughead in the kitchen washing the dishes. He turned around with a massive grin when he heard her enter the apartment. "Hey gorgeous. How was your run?" He asked as he turned back to the dishes. When she didn't respond he turned back to face her and saw her standing there with a shocked face, mouth hanging open. "Betts? What's wrong?" He asked, thinking the worst. "You're... you're doing the dishes... you're doing housework?" She stuttered. "Erm.. yeah, are you feeling okay? Why are you so shocked?" He teased when he realised she was okay. She was still stood in shocked. "Betty?" He tried again and she was snapped out of her trance. "Wait! Let me get a picture!" She yelled and ran to find her phone. When she came back to the kitchen she snapped pictures of him on her phone while giggling. "Sorry, I just don't think this will happen again" she joked. "Wow betts, I'm hurt" he said in mock anger, placing a hand over his heart. "Sorry" she smiled and kissed his lips, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. "Anyway, now I've recovered from my initial shock, what are we having for dinner?" She asked and he laughed at her as she flopped down on the couch and spread out. "How about take out? I really don't want to have to do the dishes again" he admitted and was rewarded with Betty's laughter filling the apartment.