Moment of truth.

A/N: I still own nothing.

Angela walked back into the house on Wednesday morning after returning home from the doctor's office. The trip to the doctor only confirmed what she had already known, she was almost six weeks along. That would mean that she conceived in February when Jordan had taken a 10 day break from the tour. That's the longest he had been home since Christmas. His two day visit home last week had been a surprise.

She hung her car keys on the hook by the door and sat her purse down on the desk. All of a sudden, she became very nauseated and she took off for the downstairs bathroom. She barely made it in time. She spent most of her mornings feeling sick and nothing seemed to help. She had just finished brushing her teeth when her cell phone beeped to let her know she had a text message.

She took her phone from her pocket and looked at the display. She couldn't stop the smile that formed. "Red, thinking of you. Can't wait to get home. Love you, babe! ~J."

Angela VO: He can be so sweet! I love it when he does things like this. Little things that seem effortless. I know that everything is going to be ok because he loves me. We will work through this. I just need to see him and I'll be fine.

She and Jordan had resumed their ritual of talking for a few minutes each night after his show, just before Angela went to bed. Neither of them brought up the week before and how Angela had avoided him. She acted like nothing happened and he figured that she'd tell him what was wrong when she was ready. When he asked if she was feeling better, she just told him that she was fine.

She went into the den and turned on the radio. She liked to listen to music while she cleans the house and not having felt up to it lately, the house was a mess. As she was straightening the magazines on the coffee table, she heard the familiar chords of her song coming through the speakers. As she always does, she stops and lets Jordan's voice take her over.

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?

You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you (from you)

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)

(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break...?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I'm not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me

Jordan had written this song for her, performed it for her the night that he told her he hadn't written the infamous letter, the night he told her that he loved her for the first time. It had meant so much more to her than any letter could have because she knew that it was all Jordan. He didn't need someone else to give him the words, he had them the whole time. He was just as scared of her as she was of him. They were both scared to open up. She because of the hurt that he had caused and he because he had never known love or how to show it.

Angela VO: **sigh** I can't wait for him to get home. I know I'll find the right words to tell him. We're going to be fine. We have to be.

On Friday night Jordan, Shane and Tommy were sitting in the dressing room back stage at Philips Arena in Atlanta waiting to go on. Jordan had just gotten off the phone with Graham. He had called him to ask if Maddie could stay the weekend with Graham and Hallie. He wanted to surprise Angela. She wasn't expecting him to be home until Sunday, but after talking it over with the guys, he was going to catch a late flight out of Hartsfield-Jackson tonight and he was going to take a cab home.

"It's all set. I really appreciate you guys doing this for me. It's just that when we left, Angela was mad at me. I want to surprise her, you know?" Jordan is thankful that his band mates are also his best friends. They understand him.

"No problem, Catalano. Go fix this thing with your woman. I'm tired of your grumpy ass, sitting around sighing all the time, anyway." Tommy winks at Shane as he's saying this and they all start to laugh.

Normally, Jordan would have slept on the bus that night and rode with the rest of the guys to Pittsburgh, where they stored the bus. This time, Shane and Tommy were going alone, which meant they would have to unload everything by themselves, but they told him not to worry about it. Shane would drop his stuff by the house one day next week. They were all looking forward to their break.

The stage manager knocked on the door letting them know that they were up in two minutes. Jordan pushed all thoughts of home from his mind as he stood up and stretched. He really loved being up on that stage, he loved the freedom of it. When he was on stage, he was completely in control.

"C'mon, boys. It's show time!" He slaps Tommy on the back as he walks by. "Break a leg."

Shane walks up and puts his arm across Jordan's shoulders. "Let's do this, Jay. Gotta get it over with so you can get home to your woman. I know you'll run out as soon as we get done, so I just wanted to tell you that I'll be here if you need me, man. Always." Shane gives him a squeeze and runs up ahead of him.

Not having time to think about what Shane meant, the three of them walk out on stage to the noise of the screaming fans. "Hello, Atlanta! We're Residue. Thanks for coming out. Hope you enjoy the show." For the next two hours, all Jordan thought about was his music.

It was just after 3 am when Jordan made it home. Angela was sleeping on her stomach in one of his t shirts when Jordan walked into the bedroom. Not wanting to wake her just yet, he dropped his bag in front of the closet door and went right into the bathroom to take a shower. It had been a long day and he was ready to drop, but he hadn't had time to clean up after the show. He didn't want to climb in bed with his wife all smelly and sweaty.

He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before standing in front of the sink to brush his teeth. He combed his hair back, not bothering the dry it. He was just so damn tired and he was ready to hold his wife in his arms. He threw his towel in the hamper and walked back into the bedroom.

He pulled the covers back and slid into bed behind Angela. Careful not to wake her, he coaxed her on to her side and pulled her back against him. He put his arm around her waist and buried his face in her hair.

Jordan VO: Ahhhh, I missed this. How do I make myself leave her? I want to just stay like this forever, holding her in my arms. I love you, Red.

Minutes after Jordan closed his eyes he was sound asleep. For the rest of the night, neither of them moved.

Angela slowly started to wake. At first, she thought she was dreaming. She was having a wonderful dream where Jordan was home, in bed with her and he had her wrapped in his arms. She didn't want to wake up to an empty bed, missing him, so she just laid there with her eyes closed enjoying the last thoughts of her dream before reality came crashing back. Once consciousness started to creep in, she realizes that she can feel Jordan's breath softly whispering across her shoulder. She tries to roll on to her back, but she can't because of his arms holding her in place.

She quickly becomes wide awake. She can't stop the smile from lighting up her face.

Angela VO: He's here. I'm not dreaming it. What a nice way to wake up. I wasn't expecting him until some time tomorrow. I love this man. I want to stay like this with him forever, with his arms holding me tight. When we're like this, nothing can bother us.

She gently pulls his arm loose so that she can turn toward him. She just wants to watch him sleep for a little while. As she studies his handsome face, she can't help but compare it to the boy that she fell in love with. Not that Jordan had aged much, he still had a very youthful appearance. His face was leaner and he had small laugh lines around his mouth. He had definitely matured well. She brushes her hand down the side of his face, pushing the hair back. She was still getting used to his black hair, too. Until recently, he had always worn it dark brown. She liked it either way.

As if he could feel her watching him, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at her. "Good morning, beautiful. I love you."

"Good morning to you." She leans in and gives him a lingering kiss. "I love you, too. And this is a nice surprise. I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow." She can't help but touch his face as she's talking to him.

He takes her hand and kisses it before pulling her down to rest her head on his shoulder. He just wants to lay with her. "I missed you, Red. I couldn't stay away." They lay that way for a long time, just listening to each other breathing. Jordan starts to draw shapes on her back with his fingers.

His hands become bolder as he moves one down over her lower back across her soft ass as the other hand gently caresses her breast. He can hear her breathing start to quicken as he continues to explore her body. She starts to move her hand up and down his side.

She leans up and gently kisses him. He deepens the kiss as his hand moves under her shirt and starts to pull it up over her back. He pulls her up so that he can take it off of her because he needs to feel her skin against him. He pulls her back down on top of him and continues to run his hands over her body. She puts both of her hands in his hair and kisses him with all the pent up passion she has. She wants him to know how much she missed him, missed this.

He pulls her body all the way on top of his and she puts her legs on either side of him. He pushes her into a sitting position, straddling his hips and slowly cups both of her breasts in his hands. He's looking up at her, just cupping her breasts and not moving. She smiles down at him, when she notices that he has a familiar look on his face. It's a look she has seen many many times over the years. It's that blank, confused look he gets when he isn't quite understanding what's going on.

"Angela?" he whispers. She can see his mind starting to work.

Angela VO: Oh my god. All my life, I've wanted to have bigger breasts. I used to pray that God would make them grow. My prayers always went unanswered, until I was pregnant. A fact that did not go unnoticed by Jordan. SHIT! I didn't even get a chance to say anything to him. He's figured it out on his own.

Angela just looked down at Jordan, trying to come up with the words to say to him. She knew what he was asking. All she had to do was give him the answer. She opened her mouth to say the words to him, she was going to tell him. Before her mind could make her mouth move, her stomach started to churn and she jumped up off the bed, away from Jordan. She made it to the bathroom just in time.

She went over to the sink and brushed her teeth before returning to the bedroom. One look at Jordan, sitting up in the bed with his back against the headboard and his hands in his hair, told her that she didn't need to use words to tell him. He fully understood.

A/N 2: The song is The Kill ~30STM. I know this song is used a lot, but it's my favorite and it fits the story. Thank you! ~gagirl29