Return to the Bay

[Skykat]

I'm really enjoying reading this fanfic and find it good as it would of been great to have former cast characters coming back.

I hope Angel and Peter sort things out as they like each other. Maybe Belle's mum will be different here than on the show (Amanda is actually her mum) and we will find out if her real mum is really dead or not.

Overall SKYKAT, great job!!!!!!

Thanks,

Jarad

Thanks for your comments, Belle's Mum is a storyline I've taken from home and away but the twist in my one might just be a little different.

[I love music]

Dylan was leaning very casually on the doorframe, he wore only jeans, no top and had bare feet. His dark blonde hair looked dishevelled and wet as if he had just emerged from the shower, but there was something ruggedly sexy about him too,

Now I'd LOVE to have seen Jesse emerge from the shower like that!!!

Intrigued that Selina has found out Joey has woken up, loved the comment about putting Steven in a coma!

The Selina/Joey/Steven and Kane/Kirsty/Gus are still my fave parts of this fic. What's happening with them BTW? Seems ages since we last saw them.

Don't worry ILM I'm just biding my time. The storyline for Kane/Kirsty/Gus is going to go nuclear but I didn't want to launch into it so soon after the other big storylines and I also didn't want to lose track of other characters don't worry though in a chapter or two that storyline's going to start playing out. Jesse hasn't been forgotten yet either, I'm not saying much but he's in this story for a particular reason and you'll find out soon enough.

There'll be more Selina/Stephen/Joey too; maybe not so much drama but more how they deal with events that have happened I just felt that having had a major Selina story running for a while it was time I gave some plot space to other characters. They'll be back very soon though.

LD scott, thanks for always reviewing and commenting on this story, my proof reader Jess is a huge fan of evil Cassie so there'll be much more to come from her as well.

There should be another chapter up in a day or two guys.xx

Sounds great, especially the Kane/Kirsty/Gus, really looking forward to that. Um...any chance of Jesse coming out of the shower...?

[ldscott]

Yor very welcome Skycat!

I love reading your fic and am always on tenterhooks til you update!

[Jazer]

Great chapter SKYKAT!!!!!

Ohh Steven, you should never lie to people you love as they can get pretty angry. Good to see Tasha and Selina both safe and sound.

Loved that Matilda and Dylan passion secne but I wonder who the person was outside that smiled when he/she saw them together??

Thanks,

Jarad

[Skykat]

Here's another chapter and there'll be another one up once a few people have replied to this one. Thanks as always to Jess for proofing and to everyone who reads and reviews. Please continue.xx

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

“Kirst it’s arrived,” Kane burst in through the front door.

“What has babe?” she asked, sleepily.

“The letter with the other half of the instructions!” Kane announced.

“What? When?” Kirsty was instantly awake.

“I just popped over the Beach House to check if there was any mail for us and there it was. It’s practically identical to the other letter, just with a different bank in it,” Kane told her, handing the letter to Kirsty who quickly read it.

“We still don’t know the exact details though, do we?” Kirsty asked.

“No but we’re only one step off now,” Kane replied.

“You sound almost excited about this,” Kirsty remarked.

“Not excited, I just want it to be over Kirst,” Kane told her.

“Yeah me too. Do you really think we can get Gus out of our lives for good if we do this?” Kirsty asked.

“I hope so babe, I can’t take much more of this, it’s torture. I hate him so much, you know,” Kane told her.

“I know you do, and he doesn’t deserve any more than your hate after what he’s put us through the past few years. I just wish I’d never encouraged you to go see him,” Kirsty replied.

“He’d have found another way to get me to visit babe. Your kind and trusting nature is one of the reasons I love you so much,” Kane told her.

“Babe you’re so sweet. Only one of the reasons?” she teased.

“Well there are a couple more,” Kane grinned at her, “but one of the most important ones is the way you make me a lovely breakfast when I get in from an early morning walk,” Kane replied.

“Oh is it now? Well fortunately for you I’ve already got the bacon cooking so I’ll finish it off on the condition that you do two things,” Kirsty told him.

“Oh yeah?” Kane asked.

“First you have to kiss me,” she said and Kane happily obliged, “and now you have to phone Peter and tell him about the letter.”

“As soon said as done,” Kane replied, kissing her again and heading to the phone. Kirsty watched him go, loving him so much; the sooner Gus was out of their lives the happier she would be.

“There’s still not really much we can do except keep waiting, he’s just trying to wind you up by giving you information in dribs and drabs,” Peter reassured Kane over the phone

“Yeah and it’s working!” Kane fumed.

“Well don’t let it. Go and do something nice with Kirsty and Matthew, that’ll cheer you up. Let me know if you hear anything,” Peter suggested.

“Yeah alright,” Kane promised, reluctantly hanging up the phone.

“Problems?” Jack asked as Peter returned to his car.

“No not really. How did you get on in there?” Peter asked.

“She couldn’t tell me anything,” Jack replied.

“Guess we should head back then,” Peter replied, “How is your murder investigation going?”

“Not very well, we have no leads, no clues and the only person with motive has about a million cast iron alibis,” Jack replied.

“Rachel can’t be the only person with motive, maybe you need to go back to the previous hospital he worked at, try and get an idea of what people thought of him,” Peter suggested.

“Yeah that’s what I was planning to do, but it means working late again and Martha’s going to kill me,” Jack admitted.

“Trouble in paradise?” Peter asked.

“Something like that. It’s the job I guess. I’m always so busy and she just doesn’t seem to understand,” Jack replied.

“Why don’t you take the rest of today off then? I’ll make you enquiries for you,” Peter offered.

“It’s not your investigation and you’ve got enough to do with looking for that woman,” Jack replied.

“I’ll sort it. Unless of course you don’t want to spend time with her?” Peter asked.

“I do it’s just…all we ever do is fight and argue. There just isn’t that same old spark we had when we first got together,” Jack admitted.

“You’re just stuck in a rut that’s all. Do something romantic for her, hire a boat and take her out for a day, have a picnic. Do something to treat her, get the romance back,” Peter suggested.

“I never had you down as the romantic type Pete,” Jack teased, “Angel must be a good influence on you.”

“The less said about Angel the better,” Peter replied.

“Things that bad? I thought you were getting on well?” jack asked.

“We were until she threw me out for no reason. I don’t know what I’ve done and now she won’t answer my calls, I can’t seem to catch her in at home. She’s blatantly avoiding me and I just don’t know why,” Peter explained.

“Women,” Jack remarked and Peter smiled in agreement.

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s home,” Cassie remarked to Lucas as they walked up the driveway of the Parrish house.

“Why don’t you just knock on the door anyway?” Lucas suggested.

“I’m planning to,” Cassie replied, raising the knocker and rapping three times.

“Maybe you were right,” Lucas replied after a few minutes lapsed without answer.

“No I can hear noises, someone’s coming,” Cassie replied. Within a few seconds the door was opened by a still topless, and increasingly dishevelled looking Dylan.

“Hi.” Dylan’s expression was one of complete and utter shock as he registered who his guests were.

“Hi Dylan. Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to come round and apologise to you for the way I acted last week. Can I come in?” Cassie asked.

“Erm this isn’t the best time,” Dylan replied.

“I’ll only be a minute, please, I really want to make amends,” Cassie begged, fluttering her lashes.

“Okay, sure,” Dylan agreed, opening the door of the house to admit them and hoping against hope that Matilda would have the sense to stay out of the way upstairs.

“Thank you, I just really want to say I’m so sorry for the way I acted the other day. I totally over-reacted and it was really selfish of me. I was feeling bad about myself and I took it out on you guys. I know it’s no excuse, but I’m really sorry,” Cassie told him.

“It’s okay, apology accepted,” Dylan replied.

“Great. We’ll leave you to it then. Can I quickly use your bathroom before I go?” Cassie asked.

“Erm…” she was halfway up the stairs before Dylan could think of a reasonable excuse.

“I think she genuinely is sorry, you know mate,” Lucas told Dylan.

“Yeah I hope so, because she seemed a nice girl but that was one side of her I’d be happy not to see again,” Dylan remarked. From upstairs came a sudden, loud shriek.

“Oh my God! I don’t believe it! I came round here to apologise, to make amends and I was right all along!” The two boys heard Cassie shriek. Both stood up and headed in the direction of the stairs but Cassie beat them to it as she came thundering down.

“Cassie, what…?” Lucas began but he was stopped dead by the sight of a dishevelled Matilda wearing one of Dylan’s shirts who appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Cassie wait, it’s not what you think!” she was protesting.

“How exactly is it then?” Lucas asked and Matilda stopped dead in her tracks on seeing him. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Lucas, I…” she began.

“Save it, I don’t want to hear,” Lucas snapped.

“Mate hang on…” Dylan tried.

“Don’t you dare call me your mate!” Lucas fumed, storming from the house, Cassie hot on his heels.

“Why did you come out of my bedroom?” Dylan demanded angrily of Matilda.

“I didn’t, she came in. What was I meant to do, I didn’t know Lucas was here too,” Matilda replied.

“It’s okay,” Dylan told her.

“What should we do?” Matilda asked tearfully, “Should we go after them?”

“Maybe we should leave them to calm down a bit first,” Dylan suggested.

“I guess,” Matilda replied.

“Do you feel as guilty as I do?” Dylan asked her.

“Yeah I do. But it doesn’t change the fact that I still want to be with you. I feel guilty for it, but I can’t help it,” Matilda replied.

“Yeah I know what you mean. Come here.” Dylan held his arms out and Matilda allowed herself to be pulled into a warm embrace. “We’ll just face it together shall we?”

“Yeah, I guess there’s not much else we can do,” she replied.

“Lucas! Lucas wait!” Cassie raced up the street after him.

“Just leave me alone Cassie,” Lucas replied coldly.

“No I won’t. Lucas I went round there to apologise to him and they were lying all along. I feel as betrayed as you do,” Cassie told him.

“You reckon, do you? That wasn’t your ex-girlfiend with your mate, the same guy who promised you there was nothing going on,” Lucas snapped.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault!” Cassie promptly burst into tears and Lucas stopped and headed back towards her.

“Hey come on, how is it your fault?” Lucas asked, gently.

“If I hadn’t have wanted to go round there we’d never have seen that,” Cassie sobbed.

“I’m glad we did, at least now I know what’s going on. I just feel like such a fool,” Lucas replied.

“Yeah but even so, if I hadn’t have suggested there was something going on in the first place maybe you two would never have split up,” Cassie continued.

“None of this is your fault Cassie. This just proves you were right all along, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” Lucas replied.

“It’s okay, I’m used to people believing perfect little Matilda over me,” Cassie replied.

“We’re not back on this again are we? Cassie, Matilda is no better than you, in fact from what I’ve seen today you’re a damn sight better,” Lucas told her.

“So why does everyone want her and not me then? Don’t say that’s a lie because we both know its not. Dylan blatantly wants her and you do too,” Cassie sobbed.

“That’s not true. I certainly don’t want Matilda now,” Lucas replied. Suddenly Cassie leaned forward and kissed him on the lips and for a moment Lucas forgot himself and kissed her back. A minute or so later he pulled away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Of course you shouldn’t. Who’d want to kiss awful Cassie,” she told him.

“It’s not that it’s just…” but Lucas did not know what to tell her because every excuse he could say would end up upsetting her more, and besides, if Matilda could do what she pleased, why couldn’t he?

“Just what?” she prompted.

“Just nothing,” Lucas replied, pulling her back towards him and pressing his lips back on hers and she responded hungrily. After a minute or two she pulled away.

“What does this mean?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Lets just see where it goes hey?” Lucas suggested.

“Sure,” Cassie replied taking his hand and grinning to herself. She loved it when things went her way.

“Hi Joey it’s Selina,” she whispered to the poor, tired, lost looking man in the oversized hospital bed.

“Selina?” he replied.

“Yeah, you recognise me then?” she asked.

“Doctors, gave me tablets. Things are a bit clearer now, is it true what they said I did to you?” he asked.

“No, it wasn’t you who did anything to me. You saved my life, you took a beating for me,” Selina told him.

“I did?” Joey asked, “I can’t remember.”

“I’m not surprised, you took a real blow to the head. I’d be surprised if you didn’t have some sort of memory lapse,” Selina soothed.

“The police said I injected you and your baby with drugs. Is that true?” Joey whispered.

“You didn’t mean to do it. You weren’t yourself and she made you,” Selina replied.

“So I did do it then?” Joey’s face fell and tears appeared in the corner of his eyes.

“No it wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you,” Selina told him.

“You should,” Joey replied.

“No I shouldn’t and you shouldn’t either. There was no harm done,” Selina soothed.

“Am I going to go to prison?” Joey asked.

“No I doubt it. You’re probably going to get treatment, help so that you can get past all this,” Selina told him.

“Will they lock me up?”

“No it’ll be more like a hospital with Doctors and nurses looking after you, and we’ll be able to come and see you often. Me and Irene,” Selina told him.

“Really?” Joey begged.

“Of course, you’re family. We got through this before and we’ll do it again Joey, I know it,” Selina told him

“You really think so?”

“Yes I do. You have to get better anyway. I’m making you my baby’s Godfather,” Selina told him.

“Really? You’d really do that?” Joey’s face lit up.

“I am doing it. I can’t think of anyone better for the job so you see you have to get better,” Selina told him.

“I don’t deserve you being this good to me,” Joey told her.

“Of course you do. Like I said, you’re family. We’ll beat this together,” Selina gave his hand a squeeze and was rewarded with a smile.

[ldscott]

Great chapter as always!

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“You sound almost excited about this,” Kirsty remarked.

“Not excited, I just want it to be over Kirst,” Kane told her.

That's exactly how Kane would react, I reckon, jumping in just to get "things over with". You got his character perfectly.

Within a few seconds the door was opened by a still topless, and increasingly dishevelled looking Dylan.

Aw, now this isn't fair. I can't possibly find Dylan attractive. Like I can Jesse.

“Hi Joey it’s Selina,” she whispered to the poor, tired, lost looking man in the oversized hospital bed.

Fantastic description. That was a lovely emotional scene between Joey and Selina.

[Skykat]

Here's the next chapter as promised. I wasn't intending tro bring Jesse back in just yet but I've put him in this chapter just for you ILM. I even managed to have him take a shower for you although I never realised how hard it would be to make a shower scene sexy when the character is in a prison full of other males so I'm not sure I've quite done Jesse justice. Ah well, let me know what you think anyway and thanks as always to Jess.xx

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

“Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick tock…” Jesse sat up with a jolt, and it took all of a minute to realise that the events in his head were not real. It had all been a horrible nightmare. Bad memories, past memories had been mingled with fears and current worries in what had been an all too realistic nightmare. Sarah Lewis had been holding a gun to his head, and then they had been in Leah’s house with Sarah threatening them. But in the nightmare it had been Kane, not Noah, who received the fateful bullet. Then Zoe McAllister had walked in, hand in hand with Josie. Together, the two had been tormenting him, repeating ‘tick tock, tick tock’ over and over again. Then Gus had arrived holding a kitchen knife and he had joined with Zoe and Josie, ‘tick tock, tick tock’. Jesse shook his head angrily, it was just a dream, just a nightmare, and if somebody would just turn that bloody clock off the nightmare would go away. With a start Jesse realised that there was no alarm clock in his cell, he had never needed one; the noise in here was enough to wake a dead man.

“Will you turn that bloody clock off!” Jesse’s new cellmate, a short, balding fat man who everyone knew as Blubber said, as he put his pillow over his head to hide the noise.

“You turn it off, it’s your ****ing clock!” Jesse shot back.

“Don’t be stupid I don’t have a clock,” Blubber replied. Angrily Jesse shot to his feet, ripped the pillow from his cellmate’s face and wrapped two hands round his throat.

“Don’t call me stupid, don’t lie to me and turn the ****ing clock off. Do you hear me?” Jesse threatened.

“I swear I don’t own a clock!” Blubber was well known as a coward and Jesse realised suddenly that there was no way the other man would dare lie to him.

“So where the hell is it coming from then?” Jesse demanded, releasing him.

“I don’t know, sounds like the dresser though,” Blubber replied, rubbing his neck. Jesse stormed to the dresser and pulled out the drawer with a ferociousness that terrified his cellmate. The drawer and its contents, mainly underwear clattered to the floor and hidden inside was a small, mobile alarm clock. Jesse picked it up and studied it. ‘G. Philips’ was clearly engraved on the back. Jesse threw clock at the wall with such violence that it shattered, leaving a huge dent in the wall.

“What the hell is going on in here?” The Prison Warden was not at all happy to be dragged away from his 'beginning of shift' cup of coffee and rounded on the occupants of the cell furiously. “Well?”

“I’m sorry Sir I was having a nightmare and I woke up in a panic and knocked the dresser over,” Blubber spoke up. Jesse looked at him, surprised.

“Is this true McGregor?” Jesse looked at his cell mate.

“Yes Sir,” he replied.

“Alright. Well I’m warning you, it better not happen again. And you can get this mess cleaned up, now get to the showers!”

“Yes Sir,” both prisoners replied.

“Why did you take the rap for me?” Jesse demanded as the two made their way to the Prison shower block.

“Because I won’t get into trouble and I figured you’re already in enough ****. The clock was from Philips wasn’t it?” Blubber asked.

“How would you know?” Jesse demanded.

“I heard him say something about a clock and about how everyone in Summer Bay would be freaked out by it. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but that’s where you’re from, Summer Bay, isn’t it?” Blubber asked, Jesse looked at his cellmate with a new-found respect.

“I’m sorry I threatened you,” he replied.

“No worries but that doesn’t answer what you’re going to do about Philips though, does it?” Blubber replied. Jesse had no answer to that so he said nothing and instead stepped into the shower cubicle and closed the door behind him. Stripping naked and turning on the shower Jesse braced himself for the typical sudden onslaught of cold water so was both surprised and relieved when it did not come. As the hot, steaming water raced over every contour of his body Jesse felt himself relax, almost as if all his troubles were being washed away with it. Massaging the prison issue shower gel into his bare, toned skin Jesse's mind raced ten to the dozen, his muscles clenched and unclenched in tune with his thoughts. He was worried, truth known. He knew Gus would keep his promise, he wasn't the sort who would like to lose face and Jesse had dishonoured him on a number of occasions. In one sense the thought of dying seemed like a relief but such thoughts quickly turned to guilt. He did not deserve relief, not after what he had done to Chloe, to Olivia. He deserved to serve his whole sentence and only then would he have begun to make amends for the life he had taken. But to serve his sentence required living and living required taking yet another life, an act he was not keen to do but he had promised Chloe he would be punished for what he had done to her. It was a promise he would make in his mind on a regular basis and one he had every intention of keeping, no matter what it entailed. Even murder. Suddenly the water snapped back to freezing and Jesse let out a loud grimance and bolted from the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist and retrieving his clothes he felt a sudden sense of foreboding wash over his body but he knew what he had to do, it was kill or be killed. And Jesse would choose to kill.

“Selina, where have you been. I’ve been phoning you all morning, Irene wants us to help her out with preparations for this party,” Stephen told her as she entered the Beach House.

“I’ve been at the hospital, seeing Joey,” Selina replied coldly.

“Oh,” Stephen looked shocked, “Joey’s awake?” He asked recovering his composure and looking surprised.

“Don’t lie to me Stephen. Barry told me that you knew. He seemed surprised that I didn’t, and I was a bit surprised too. I mean why on earth would my own husband, the very person who promised to love, support and help me, lie to me?” Selina demanded furiously.

“I didn’t lie Sel, I just withheld the truth,” Stephen protested.

“And that makes it better? You knew how much I wanted Joey to be awake, why did you keep it from me?” Selina snapped.

“I just wanted to protect you. You’ve been through so much I just didn’t want you getting upset,” Stephen explained.

“Upset? What, like I am now? Seeing Joey awake wouldn’t make me upset, it made me feel really happy. But my husband lying to me…”

“Sel I did it for you,” Stephen protested.

“As if you did! You don’t want me to go anywhere near Joey, you were trying to keep me away from him!” Selina screamed.

“Well do you blame me? He nearly killed you, he put us through hell. He nearly killed our baby!” Stephen snapped.

“And I told you that wasn’t his fault! He doesn’t even remember doing all those things, he was sick. He needs our help Stephen not our condemnation, and I’ve asked you so many times to support me in this. If you can’t manage that then there doesn’t seem much point to us being together, does there?” Selina demanded angrily.

“You don’t mean that Sel,” Stephen told her.

“Don’t I? Right now I never want to see you again and I’d be happy if I didn’t. I’m going for a walk and when I get back I want you out, you lied to me Stephen. You totally betrayed my trust and without trust we don’t have a marriage. I’m sure Sally will give you a place to stay!” Parting word flung Selina raced from the house leaving Stephen speechless and in shock.

“So she just turned up unannounced, out of the blue?”

“Yes just like I keep telling you,” Katherine Allgate replied.

“If I find out that you were trying to contact her or…”

“I wasn’t. I told you, she contacted me.”

“Fine, so what did you tell her?”

“What we agreed at the time. That I worked in a homeless shelter in the city, and that she turned up and asked me to help get her baby into a good home,” Katherine explained.

“You didn’t do anything stupid like give her a name did you?”

“No of course I didn’t! She wanted to know where her mother was so I just told her she died having her. I felt really sorry for the poor thing, she was devastated,” Katherine explained.

“Not as devastated as I’ll be if the truth ever comes out!”

“Well maybe you should have thought about that when you separated a mother from her child,” Katherine snapped.

“Don’t you dare to lecture me. I did what I did because I felt I had to. I was a different person back then but I’ve changed now. People respect me and I will not lose that respect. You will keep your mouth shut or so help me I’ll shut it for you.”

“Are you threatening me?” Katherine demanded.

“More like warning you. Don’t cross me Katherine, you will live to regret it.”

“I already regret getting involved with you. It was evil, what you did,” Katherine told her.

“I remember you were paid quite handsomely for your trouble.”

“Maybe I was, but that doesn’t make it right. The Taylors were a nice couple though, I thought they’d really look after Belle,” Katherine explained.

“Belle Taylor? The child’s name is Belle Taylor?”

“Yes, that’s what I said, why?” Katherine asked, watching as her companion’s face drained of all colour. “Do you know the girl?”

“Know her? She’s my nephew’s girlfriend!” came the terse reply

“Oh dear," Katherine struggled to hide her smirk, "at least she doesn’t know who you are though,” she recovered, quickly.

“For your sake you had better hope she never does!”

“Understood Judge Bellingham,” was Katherine’s sarcastic reply.

Peter had only nipped into the Diner to get a coffee, but Leah’s self-satisfied smile had wound him up so much that he had ended up taking a long walk down the beach and he was glad he had now. Angel was sitting on the sand, her arms wrapped round her knees, staring at the waves. From the fact that she had been avoiding his calls all day, he guessed she did not want to speak to him, so he approached her slowly and was sitting beside her before she even realised what had happened. She looked at him angrily but to his surprise she didn’t speak, tell him to go away, or stand up herself. She just continued to sit there, staring at the waves.

“We need to talk Angel. I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you but can we not at least talk about it?” he began.

“I’m not sure how to say,” Angel whispered.

“How to say what? You need to just tell me what I’ve done so I can make it better, please,” Peter begged. Still Angel said nothing. “Okay well how about I tell you something that I realised today,” Peter suggested.

“About Leah?” Angel needed to know.

“Kind of,” Peter replied.

“I don’t think I want to know,” Angel said.

“You don’t know that until you’ve heard what I have to say,” Peter told her.

“I don’t want to know about you and Leah if you’re getting back together,” Angel told him, “I don’t want anything to do with it, with you.” She stood up.

“I have no intention of getting together with Leah, Angel what’s going on? I don’t understand how we could have lost our friendship so quickly. What have I done?” Peter demanded.

“Nothing,” she replied.

“If I’ve done nothing why did you throw me out? Why are you avoiding my calls? Why can’t you even look at me?” Peter demanded.

“Why aren’t you at work?” Angel asked.

“Don’t change the subject Angel, I want an answer. I don’t understand any of this, I thought we got on well together, I don’t understand what’s happened,” Peter told her.

“Well you wouldn’t, would you?”

“No because you won’t tell me. For God’s sake will you talk to me Angel? Tell me what’s going on?”

“You really want to know?” Angel snapped finally.

“Yes,” Peter insisted.

“Well you asked for it,” she replied as Peter looked at her eagerly, desperately hoping that she was planning to tell him what he so badly wanted to tell her.

“Go on,” he urged.

“I’m pregnant,” Angel told him and Peter’s mouth dropped open in surprise. That was definitely not the answer he had been expecting.

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Massaging the prison issue shower gel into his bare, toned skin...

...suddenly Jesse was shocked to see a BTTB person walking past. Quickly grabbing a towel, he tried to spare his blushes, but instead their eyes locked and... *oops, sorry got a bit carried away!*

Thanks for the shower scene!

Great chapter. Can't wait to hear what Steven thinks about Joey being godfather (because I get the feeling Selina will win the argument... )

[vikkysmile]

Great storylines keep up the good work.