Ok, so I have had a review….YEEPPEE! Ok so anyway here's chapter two. Hope y'all like it. (:starts praying that more people will read:) ALSO MUST READ! I HAVE CHANGED THE BABY'S AGE! TO A 1 YEAR OLD

Chapter Two

A few days later Angela once again knocked on John Constantine's door, this time holding something small in her arms. John opened the door and stood aside to let Angela walk in. He closed the door and walked behind Angela to look at what Angela was holding. "She's so small" he thought looking at the sleeping bundle. Angela noticed John's staring and lifted the babe up a little so he could see. The small baby girl woke and looked up at John with big hazel eyes. She yawned and went back to sleep. John snickered for a second hoping Angela wouldn't catch it but she did.

" What's so funny?" she asked, irritation seeping in.

"Nothing, you just look weird, standing there with a baby in your hands" John said, smiling.

Angela snorted and sat the baby down on John's bed and turned to face him. " Thanks again. Really don't know what I would do." John nodded and sat down on the couch by his bed staring at the baby. Angela looked back from him to Angelina. " Do you want to hold her?" she asked, curiosity showing.

" No" John said it rather quickly, panic in his voice. Seeing the odd look on his face he quickly added " Thanks, but I got to go…uh…get your stuff out of your car right? I mean,…"

Angela nodded and watched as he went out the door. She sighed, thinking about the way he just acted. She walked around the apartment and found that a drawer was open near John's bed. She went to close it when she found a photograph. A young girl smiled at the holder of the camera. She had bright red hair and she looked Irish. She also looked pregnant. Angela plopped on the bed and turned the photo around. Hand-writing on the back read:

Katie Constantine, 5 months pregnant, 1989.

"Katie" Angela breathed out the name, wondering.

"What the hell are you doing!" John's harsh voice rang above her. She jumped, dropping the picture in the process.

"I...It was open and I was going to close it and …" she struggled with words as John's death glare stared upon her. "Just stay calm Angela, he won't hurt you." She thought quickly, keeping her guard. John snatched up the picture before it hit the ground. He then put it in the drawer and slammed it shut. "Who was it?" Angela asked quietly, John's anger radiating in the air. "That's none of your fucking business, don't ever go through my stuff again," his voice was hard and cold and then he muttered something that Angela heard perfectly. "Damn police people, fuck annoying"

Angela snapped.

She jumped up and slammed John up against a wall. "What the fuck is your problem!"

John was slight surprised at the strength she had and the grip she had on his arm. The anger and disappoint in her eyes flared. John stared back at her. "Nothing is my problem. Ok! Let me go"

Angela tightened her hold, John knowing there would be a bruise.

"Not until I get some answers. First who's Katie?"

John swallowed hard, knowing he had to tell him or else. "Katie was my wife." Angela felt her hands quiver. "Your what?"

"My wife, Angela" he said, pain showing. "She was killed after our child was born dead." Angela gasped and loosened her grip. "Stillborn" she whispered. John nodded and lowered his head.

"Oh God John" Angela said as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" she whispered into his ear, rubbing his back lightly with the tips of her finger nails. Silent tears fell from John's eyes as he wept silently. Angela understood know, and it hurt. The both landed on the bed and slept with Angelina in the middle.

John woke in the middle of the night to find the baby crying. He tried waking Angela but she didn't stir. John sighed and got up and picked up the crying child. HE held her and rocked her back and forth. When the crying stopped he looked down to find the child smiling lazily at him.

It held out it's arms, reaching for his face. John hesitated and the brought the baby closer to him. Tiny hands and fingers caressed his face and held his cheeks. John smiled and kissed the baby's head. What he didn't know was Angela was watching him from behind. John placed the baby in Angela's (supposable) sleeping arms and fell back asleep.

So sorry this was really short but I'm kinda out of ideas. I mean I have one Idea but I want to save it for later chapters. Please review! 