Chapter Two
While putting on his white shirt John Constantine heard knocking on the door. He walked to the door while fixing his collar.
He knew it was Angie, he could sense it. He opened the door and met Angie's eyes. They stared into each others eyes for a second and then Angie's eyes scrolled down to his unbuttoned shirt and exposed chest.
She didn't wait for an invitation and went straight in. His eyes followed her as she then sat herself down on the sofa. She put her hands over her head and looked down.
It's coming. Fuck. He thought to himself.
"What's wrong Angela?" He asked. He knew what was coming up next.
"John". She looked up. Can you please put out the cigarette? "Ang..?" She didn't let him finish.
"Please" she then said with a nervous tone in her voice.
Here it comes, he thought. He thought maybe he should stop her and end things first, but then he looked at her face and saw that she was sort of smiling.
John put out the cigarette and sat down across from her.
"There's something I really need to tell you." She continued. "I don't really know how to tell you. It's too soon, but it's not that wrong is it?" she asked him.
John Constantine never got confused, but Angie certainly was doing just fine with changing that. "Ang, what are you trying to tell me? Is something wrong? Do you need my help? I mean my special help?
"No no John, it's nothing like that. Well you might think so..I don't know how to say this, but things have changed."
She was really struggling telling him what she came over to say. Maybe she didn't want to end things after all, but what then? He started to button up his shirt.
"It's okay Angela. Just tell me what's wrong and I'll do my best to help you."
They stared in to each others eyes and the words came out of her:
"I'm pregnant John".