All in good time

A/N: I own nothing...except my imagination.

"Yes, Mom, I've seen it. Yes, I've talked to Jordan about it. Of course not! This is all a part of one of her crazy schemes. I don't know. Yes, you did tell me she was unstable. I know, I know. I should listen to my mother because she knows what she's talking about. Look, Mom, I've gotta go. I'll call you later. Yes, if I go into labor, you will be the first person Jordan calls. Bye, Mom." Angela shakes her head as she hits the end button on her phone.

Jordan, who is sitting with her on the sofa, laughs. "So I take it your mom saw the magazine at the grocery store?"

"Yes. And Dani saw it and so did Camille Cherski. God, I wish they would leave me alone!" Angela is sitting with her legs across Jordan's lap. "Sharon called me last night and Ricky called me this morning. They all want to know how I'm taking it and if I talked to you about it."

Rubbing her calves, Jordan chuckles. "Well, babe, they all care about you. It did look kinda suspicious, you know? I'm glad you know better, though." He reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "You have nothing to worry about, ever. I've got everything I want right here." He leans over and kisses her gently.

"I know, Jordan. I'm not worried. I know you find my enormous baby bump completely irresistible." Caressing his cheek, she smiles at him. "I don't know how you'll feel about me in a month when it's gone."

"Angela, don't even play! I'll still feel the same about you then as I do now. I love you, girl. Nothing will ever change that. Don't you know you're my everything? You made me who I am. I'll spend the rest of our lives showing you what you mean to me." Smiling back at her, he rubs his hands over her belly. "And your baby bump is irresistible. After our son is born, how long do you want to wait for us to try again?"

"Oh, hell no. You did not just say that! I think a son and a daughter means that we're done with babies. You'll have one of each, so you'll just have to live with it. Unless they find a way for you to carry the baby, then we'll talk about it." Grinning, she crawls all the way into his lap. "We can have lots of fun practicing, though."

Holding her close, they laugh together. Whispering in her ear, he says, "Speaking of practice, what's say we go upstairs and get a little in? It's still safe, right?" Kissing his way around her neck and across her jaw, he hears her moan.

"Ummmm, Jordan. Maddie will be here in a little while. How bout we just sit right here and make out? I miss that." She holds her head back and lets him suck on her neck just below her ear. "That feels so good. Remember all the hours we spent in your car making out? You could make me so hot just by touching my neck."

"Oh, I remember. I remember it all." He starts to unbutton her shirt, kissing across her collarbone. As he's about to push it from her shoulders, the doorbell rings. "And just like old times, I get left with a major hard on."

She just laughs and pulls her shirt together. She gets up from the sofa as she buttons her shirt. Waddling to the door, she pulls it open. Not bothering to hide her surprise or contempt, she starts in on the person at the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Haven't you started enough crap, Rayanne? And you have to nerve to show up here? You need to leave!" She tries to shut the door on her, but Rayanne pushes it open.

"Angela, you're going to listen to me. You can't ignore me forever." Rayanne stumbles a little as she comes through the door. "Did lover boy tell you about our meeting?"

Jordan walks up behind Angela. "Of course I told her. Did you think I'd keep it from her? I tell her everything." He walks over to shut the door before moving to stand between Angela and Rayanne.

"Did ya' tell her about our little problem? Did you tell her about the bun in my oven?" Slurring her speech, she continues, "Did ya' tell her about how we got it on right here in this house?"

"Rayanne, you make me sick. You've been drinking, haven't you?" Shaking her head in pity, Angela moves to stand beside Jordan. "I know you and Jordan didn't get it on here in my house. And if you are pregnant, which I highly doubt you are, then you shouldn't be drinking."

"You don't believe me, Angelica? Have you seen the papers? They're all saying that me and lover boy here have been getting it on for years. Guess he didn't tell you everything." She takes a step forward and stumbles.

"God, Rayanne, you sold a bunch of lies to the tabloids for nothing. What were you trying to prove? How the hell do you blackmail someone like that? For what? Because I wouldn't talk to you? And why should I forgive you? So you can secretly covet what I have? So you can worship Jordan from afar? I just don't get it." Laughing in Rayanne's face, Angela puts her hands on her belly. "Face it, Rayanne. Jordan doesn't want you. He's never wanted you. You were just a poor substitute for me."

Angela turns to Jordan, with a smirk on her face. "Jordan, why don't you show her out, I'm tired of her bad acting."

Rayanne rushes toward Angela and pushes her. "Shut up, Angela. You think you've got everything, doncha? Little Miss Perfect, Angela. You're such a little whiny bitch. I don't see what he sees in you anyway."

"Rayanne, don't fucking touch her!" Jordan steps between them again. "Why are you doing this? What the hell do you want from us? Why don't you just get the hell out of here and leave us alone?"

"Raynie, why? Just tell me why you're doing all this? What are you getting out of it? It's not like you're gonna split us up. He isn't going to leave me. There's nothing you can do to change that. All you're doing is making yourself look stupid." Angela puts her arm through Jordan's. "How can you say you want to be my friend, yet you're lying to the press about Jordan? Until you came to stay with us this summer, we hadn't even seen you in years. Now all of a sudden, we can't get rid of you."

"Don't you see, Angelica. I stayed away because I couldn't stand to see you together. Then I came to Casa de Catalano and saw how things were. I tried to be happy for you. I was content to sit back and watch him like I used to, only you told me to get the fuck out of here. It drove me crazy." Laughing wildly, Rayanne rushes on. "You don't tell an addict that they can't have something. It just makes them want it more."

"Rayanne, if you leave now, I'll try to move past this. I'll try to let it go. I can see that you've been drinking again and I know that you aren't yourself right now. I can see that you're hurting, but we didn't do anything to you. You aren't the victim here. You can't just go around lying about people because they hurt your feelings." Angela reaches out to Rayanne, only to have her hand slapped away. "I want you to get out of here. Maybe when you sober up, we can talk."

"Awww, Angelica. I don't wanna wait til I'm sober. I wanna tell you how I feel right now." Giggling, she reaches over and pinches Angela's cheek. "See, little Angel, from the minute I started hanging out with you, I was jealous of you. You had everything. You had the perfect family. Patty and Graham and little Danielle. They love you. You can always depend on them.

Then you started mooning of Jordan Catalano. Nevermind that I was in love with him, that's all you talked about. I figured what the hell could it hurt, so I started trying to push you together because I thought he wouldn't look twice at you. If I just let you see what a bad boy he was, you'd get over him. Boy, was I wrong? You guys were like magnets, you couldn't stay apart. Then I thought I had my chance. So I took my chance."

Frowning, Rayanne turned away. "What happened? He wouldn't even look at me. He was so fucking caught up in you. It didn't matter that I gave him what he wanted. He went chasing after you, begging for forgiveness. Ya'll were inseparable, joined at the hip. Then he told you to forgive me and you did. I thought I could do it. I followed around behind you like a sick little puppy because I wanted any little part of him that I could get. I thought eventually, he would get tired of you. Guess the joke was on me, huh?" Sniffling, she turns back to them.

"I really don't need to go on and on about the happily ever after, do I? I guess I was trying to get back at you for hurting me. I do love you, Angelica. I do. I am jealous, I won't lie. I'm trying to get him out of my head. I don't know why I do stupid shit like I do. I'm messed up." Sobbing now, she reaches for Angela and she pulls Rayanne into her arms. "I need help, Angela. I have been drinking again. I've been using again, too."

Jordan looks on as Angela holds Rayanne while she cries. "Rayanne, you need to go to rehab. It's the only thing that's going to help you now. We'll stand by you. Angela and I will be here for you. But you can't keep doing this to us. We've done nothing to deserve what you've put us through. For Christ's sake, she's supposed to be your best friend!" Rayanne pulls away from Angela and looks at Jordan.

"I know, Jay. I'm sorry, I really am. I want my family back. I can't even pick up the phone and talk to her anymore. And Ricky and Simon kicked me out when they found out what I did. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it." She takes a step toward Jordan.

Jordan looks at Angela and after she nods, he wraps Rayanne in his arms. "Rayanne, it's going to be ok. I'm gonna make some calls. You don't need to wait." He lets her go and looks her in the eye. "I'm gonna do this for you, but first you have to promise to do something for me. You're going to call the reporter you talked to and you're going to tell them you made everything up. Will you do that for us?"

She nods her head and turns to look at Angela. "I will. I will do it right now if you want me to." Wiping her face on her sleeve, she walks back to Angela. "God, I'm sorry, Ang. I'm just so fucked up right now. I'll do whatever it takes to make this up to you."

Hugging her again, Angela kisses her on the cheek. "Raynie, after you get the help you need, then you can come back and we'll sit down and talk. The three of us will talk and get all of this sorted out."

Jordan sits down on the bottom step and pulls out his phone. After making a few calls he turns back to the girls. "Rayanne, I've called you a cab. It's going to take you directly to a treatment center in Pittsburgh. When you get there, the papers will be waiting for you to sign yourself in. You have to see this through. You can't check yourself out for the hell of it." He walks over and pulls Angela into his arms. "Rayanne, do this for us, but most of all, do it for yourself."

After a few minutes, they hear a horn blow outside. Jordan walks over to the door and pulls it open. There's a cab sitting at the curb.

Angela takes Rayanne's hand and walks her out the door as Jordan goes to her car to get her purse. Angela kisses her cheek and waits for her to get in the cab before handing her the purse and shutting the door.

Jordan puts his arms around Angela and they watch together as the cab drives off.

A/N 2: I know this is another short chapter, but I wanted to get it posted...stay tuned!