John removed his trench coat, feeling like he was stuck in slow motion. His mind was still back at Ravenscar while his body had somehow gotten in the cab and arrived back at the apartment. He was honestly amazed Elizabeth had been able to get their address out. They were both in a stupor. Holding out the coat to place it on its hook, it fell from his hand and down onto the floor in a heap.

Elizabeth was pregnant. Three weeks along. Leslie had handed them the results herself, the black ink so stark on the white paper. John felt the word "positive" had burned into his retinas. Behind him, Elizabeth fumbled with the door chain, finally getting it to catch. She seemed to need the wall to hold her up she leaned upon it so heavily.

Constantine headed directly for the bottles of wine. He started to reach for two glasses then stopped. Put one back, slowly.

"Oh god…" Elizabeth breathed, still not having moved from the wall she leaned on. John poured himself a full tumbler of wine, dropping heavily into the chair.

Elizabeth had known. Mentally she'd felt the spark of life inside her, and no emotions could block that. But to have it confirmed on paper was totally different. John took a large drink of the wine, gulping it down to try and steady his nerves. Elizabeth slid down the wall to land sitting on the wooden floor.

They said nothing for a long time. Neither of them had ever said anything to the other about children; John hadn't exactly thought about having any, considering the lives they lead and the things they dealt with. It wasn't the healthiest environment for a child to grow up in. Elizabeth had never said anything about wanting a child. It wasn't a topic either had brought to the table. You'd have thought the subject would have come up sometime! Constantine thought to himself, gulping down more wine. They had an active sex life; pretty much since the night he'd taken her virginity. Maybe he'd just been a typical male and assumed she had taken care of everything. They were married and all. It wasn't like the kid would be a bastard.

Of course, as John had learned, God really loved practical jokes where the punch line was only for His benefit.

Constantine looked over at Elizabeth; she was still sitting on the floor, staring off into space. Finishing the dregs in the glass, he got up and slid down to the floor, across from her.

"Sweetheart?" Slowly he rubbed her knee.

"There's a life inside me, John." She turned her face to his, her eyes no longer staring off blankly. He nodded.

"That's what the paper said. Leslie wasn't belatedly congratulating us on getting hitched."

Elizabeth put her hand over John's, stopping the movement. "Do you want to feel it?"

"It's a bit small, don't you think? You're only three weeks along. You're not showing." His hand turned over under hers, closing around it. He figured that's not what she'd meant, but he was putting her off.

"John." Her tone caught his attention. Her free hand was undoing the buttons on the front of her leather pants. Unconsciously he began to back up, to try and pull away but she didn't let go of his hand.

"Elizabeth…" he squirmed. Sure he could acknowledge her pregnancy because it was said to be true on paper, but this… this was it. As he tried desperately to think up some excuse to put this off, she undid her pants and pulled her shirt up out of the way. "Elizabeth, please."

"You must, John." She was pulling his hand that held hers closer, toward her. He squeezed his eyes shut, much like he had when he was little and had seen one of the damned, squeezing his eyes shut to make them go away. He felt Elizabeth rise up and move closer, on her knees over his leg. He held his breath, pleading mentally against their still-blocked link.

Then his hand was pressed to her bare abdomen and the link sang between them, freed of the block she'd held against his mind. In that moment Constantine's eyes flew open and he felt it. Felt the spark of life inside his wife's womb. He could swear it even acknowledged him, but he was probably imagining it.

"Jesus…" he breathed out the word, staring down at his hand pressed to Elizabeth. Physically there was no way he could feel the baby. Only through their link did he feel, absolutely know where it was inside her. His face turned quickly up into hers.

The crystal tears slid down her pale cheeks, dripped off her chin onto the wooden floorboards. He reached up, keeping his right palm still pressed to her, and smoothed them away with his thumb. She pressed her cheek into his touch, nuzzled her face to his hand. Lovingly, he cupped her jaw.

"Yes, I want the baby." He finally admitted. There was no way, after feeling it through their bond, that he would deny it. Sure there was no way in hell he was ready to be a father, but this wasn't the first time someone had come along when he wasn't looking and changed his mind.

"I love you." She whispered shakily, kissing inside of his thumb. He laughed softly, rubbing her abdomen over the baby.

"And I love you, wife." He grinned, pulling her close and kissing hard, finally letting it sink in, letting himself enjoy the news. Elizabeth's hands slid up his arms as they kissed, finally wrapping her arms around his neck. Their kissing continued, becoming frenzied. Then John was climbing over her, pulling his trench coat over and pillowing it under her head. Elizabeth was hurriedly undoing the zipper on his pants.

"Want you so badly." She groaned, freeing him.

"This is turning into some anniversary. I can only wonder at what will happen on our second." He deadpanned, sliding his fingers into the waist of the leather pants she wore and yanking them down. She hissed beneath him, leaning up and biting his earlobe.

"Don't tempt Him." Constantine smirked. He lowered himself, settling down on top of her. She arched her back, pushing up against him. He gave her back his mouth, possessing hers with his tongue. They were both writhing by the time John began to thrust.

"This is a little weird, especially now that there's a third party involved." He groaned as she bit the side of his neck just hard enough.

"Yeah well, this activity brought it about." Elizabeth's hands were snaked up under his shirt and her nails were long enough to scratch his flesh. He moaned into her ear and moved faster. They went back to trying to best the other, own the other's mouth, when suddenly they climaxed at the same time.

Gasping for air, they separated a bit. Constantine was still on top of Elizabeth, still inside. Elizabeth was panting harder then he; her head tilted back, eyes closed. John caught the hem of her shirt in his fingertips and pulled it up, exposing the right cup of her demi-bra. The sheer fabric displayed her breast below him and he groaned. That was the downside of a quickie; so many things passed by in order to find the goal fast. He pulled the cup down, carefully prying her free.

She tipped her head down again, watching him. Slowly he bowed his head, catching the tip of the soft flesh in his lips before opening his mouth wide around her entire nipple. She squealed and her back arched hard, instinctively. John grinned against her breast and began to suck just hard enough.

"Constantine…" she hissed the last syllables of his name. Her fingers slid up the sides of his face, buried deep in his hair and tangled there. He kept sucking, enjoying the feel of her skin under his tongue. Slowly he realized her hand was at the back of his head, holding him there, and she was watching him. For a while more he continued then slowly let go, tilting his face up to hers.

"What did you see?" he asked her quietly. Her dark blue eyes refocused on his face.

"We were in bed, all three of us, naked as jay birds. I was nursing, cradling the baby, while you held us both." She paused, brushing her fingers down the back of his neck.

"What?"

"It didn't have the feel of finality, like some of the premonitions. It felt more like one of the up in the air ones."

Constantine leaned close and kissed her lovingly. "That doesn't mean it won't happen."

"I know. I just wonder why I see them, the ones that aren't set in stone, when I do see things that do come true."

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. We've got nine months. Plenty of time for you to have dozens of premonitions that will be reality." He nuzzled his face between her breasts before pressing a kiss over her heart. "Love you."

"Love you too, John."