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Chapter 9 Mama always said I'd be The Chosen One.

September

Part One

Faith awakened feeling like she was going to vomit. She slid out from under Constantine's ever protective arm. She went to the bathroom, to take some antacid tables. She opened the medicine cabinet, slammed it shut, leaning forward she proceeded to throw up in the bathroom sink.

Faith wondered where the hell that had come from? She hadn't eaten anything weird yesterday. She cleaned up the sink, then stepped in the shower. Constantine came in to join her, a few minutes later.

"Did you throw up kid?" he asked her, reaching past her for the soap.

"Yeah, I bet it was that free range chicken ,you insist on getting." Faith teased, their cupboards were now full of health food thanks to John. "Not enough antibiotics in it."

"Can't dine on hot dogs every night Faith," Constantine grabbed his razor out of her hand and smacked her ass. "Stop using my razorblades."

"You've got a sadistic streak Constantine." Faith commented.

"So have you Faith." Constantine answered her back. "In fact you're a much sicker fuck than I am." he kissed her shoulder. "It's part of what I love about you kid."

Faith thought about Constantine's comment as she fought a vampire that evening. She did get off on causing vampires pain ,but that must help her be a successful slayer surely? She didn't like causing humans' pain. She liked hurting John a little in bed, because she knew he'd hurt her back.

"What are you grinning about?" the vampire said offended.

"My marriage." Said Faith happily and staked the vampire through his heart.

Faith came home to Constantine, he was back from exorcising a demon in a tough neighbourhood. There was a bandage on his ankle from a rat bite. Faith made a sympathetic face.

"Next time I'll bring your cat." He commented, sitting restlessly on the couch flicking through the channels on television.

"I'll charge an agents fee." Faith threatened, ironing her skirt for tomorrow.

Constantine switched off the television and limped over to her. "I had another warning from a winged friend, that the guys upstairs and down below are up to something concerning me, which will end up concerning you."

Faith put her skirt on a hanger. "I've heard rumours too. I'll deal with what happens, when it happens."

"Be careful, look what happened to Job's wife." Constantine said hugging her. Was it possible to love anyone as much as he loved her he wondered? She had to be a heavenly target.

"I'm worried about the cat. Look what happened to Job's cattle." Faith laughed at him.

Part two

Faith lay back, pleasantly sore from Constantines love making the next morning. Their lovemaking had if anything, grown in in intensity since they had been married. Faith became aware of an increasing inner queasiness. Damn, she was not going to throw up. Nope, she was just going to concentrate on going over her morning meeting in her mind. She got quickly out of bed.

Faith just made it to the toilet.

Constantine offered her, Faith's normal black morning coffee. But she waved it away nauseated.

"See a doctor today Faith." Constantine advised her. "You must have a virus kid." He kissed her goodbye and shot out of their flat.

Faith sat in the weekly Watchers Council meeting feeling queasy still. The pompous asshole Robin Wyndham Pryce went on and on droning crap.

"Well, that makes me feel better about me, worse about you, kinda shaky about Weatherby." Faith interrupted him.

"Do take the floor Mrs Constantine and tell us how you would have gone about it." Wyndham Pryce told her crossly.

"Fine," said Faith cockily. "That will stretch my legs and spare every one your crap. Win win situation for us all." She stood up and took the floor.

Faith spoke for a minute about how the Scottish manoeuvre should have gone and then started swaying.

"Faith!" Giles cried alarmed, springing from his seat he caught the swooning slayer just as she blacked out. Faith came to lying on the floor, Giles unbuttoning her jacket.

"Wow Giles, never knew you were so skilful with the moves." Faith joked, she felt a bit scared she had never fainted before.

"Idiot girl, I'm trying to let you breathe. Your skirt's cutting into you," Giles said unbuttoning the side button.

"Well it must have shrunk in the wash." Faith commented defensively. She had noticed the skirt had seemed tight that morning. Faith didn't want to be the first tubby slayer.

"We've rung Constantine, he's coming to take you to the doctor now." Giles told her.

Part Three.

Constantine came in nervously to the doctor's room. He saw Faith had been crying and his heart beat fast in terror. He had known it had all been too wonderful to be true. The diagnosis for his beautiful adored young wife was probably leukemia.

The doctor smiled at him jovially. "Well Mr Constantine, it seems those IVF rounds we were planning early next year won't be necessary after all, your wife is pregnant. Judging from the high hormone levels in her system, I'd say it is with twins as well."

Constantine sat down reeling. "Christ!" he gasped in shock, as he turned to Faith. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm so happy." Faith sobbed hysterically as shocked as he was. "It's a miracle."

Constantine drew his wife in his arms uneasily, letting her sob out her joyous amazement. Constantine was highly suspicious of miracles. They often came with a price.

Part four

December 2005

Faith lay on her couch, crocheting bootees. Everyone had been surprised she could crochet.
This had amused her.

"I picked it up in workshop, in prison." She had told a visiting Dawn. Dawn had nodded in comprehension. "No, my grandma taught me!" Faith had exclaimed. "What, I can't have a domestic side?"

"Well you have now, obviously." Dawn had told her. "Marriage to Constantine has really changed you Faith, even more than with Robin."

"I'm happy!" Faith laughed to Dawn. "I'm with someone who adores me and I think is pretty cool himself."

"Yeah, he's cold." Dawn agreed with Faith. Dawn took pity on Faith's crestfallen look. "But not to you, it's obvious he loves you. He's crowing about the babies as well."

Faith was reflecting on Dawn's statement. Constantine was pleased about the twins. But Faith could tell he was also worried it was going to negatively affect their relationship. Faith was worried about that too. The two of them were so intense, was there room for children in their lives?

There was a knock on the door, and Faith waddled over to open it. Lorne was standing outside with interesting looking parcels.

"Lorne!" she said thrilled. The two had always got on well since the minute they met. They hugged hard.

Lorne looked down at the 'babies bump' as she and Constantine referred to it.

"I thought so. It's a girl and a boy." Lorne said. "You hummed at your wedding remember."

"Twins can you believe it?" Faith laughed sitting down on her couch and patting Lorne to sit beside her. "Oh Lorne, things are so great at the moment, I'm so, so happy. I've never been this happy."

"That's great pumpkin." Lorne said slowly, choosing to sit in an opposite armchair from her. "But I'm here on State business. Your twins form part of a prophecy on Pylea."

"What?" said Faith startled.

"I don't want to tell you this. But hard times are coming your way Faith, and there's a home for you on Pylea. Your daughter is destined to be a great Queen there, your son a champion." Lorne shrugged. "Or maybe the prophecy refers to Rona, hard to tell. But there is a home for you and Constantine on Pylea Faith, remember that."

"Constantine is totally stuck on this dimension, this hell, this heaven." Faith said, shaking her head. "I'd never see him leaving. I'd never leave him. Don't tell me the future Lorne, I'm happy now. I know it's too good to last."

'You're a good person sweetie." Lorne said sadly to her. "Now I have presents. I have a hell hound tooth baby mobile for starters, made by the freed slaves of the Hearths province. A Meckel leather basinet from Groo, he killed the Meckel himself..."

Faith looked touched. "People are so kind."

February 2006

"I get that you're horny." Constantine said to his beloved young wife, while he gently moved in and out of her. They were having sex doggie style, Faith holding onto the bathroom sink for support. "I get you worry I don't find you attractive any more, but because its you kid, I do."

"Then why won't you go harder?" Faith begged him.

"I don't want to hurt you." Constantine said digging his hands into her hipbones.

"I'm a slayer." Faith protested. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't make me fragile."

"Indulge me wanting to cosset you a little." Constantine said moving slightly faster.

"Please John, please John." Faith begged. "I need it harder baby, I need you, you're so big, it feels so great when you..."

Constantine froze. "Stop cheating, by talking dirty or I'm not continuing."

Faith grinned to herself over the sink. It had been worth a try.

April 2006

Constantine looked up from the Ikea kitset cot and looked frustrated at the instruction sheet.

"Look I told you, Willow is here this evening." Faith suggested from the couch. "Why not get her in. It'll take her one minute…"

"I do not attempt to put something together Faith, I succeed okay? The Constantines do not call in outside help." Constantine said determined. "Now why are there two screws left over and this piece of wood?"

Part Five

April 2006

Constantine held Faith's hand as she whimpered in discomfort. "You know kid, you could have had a caesarean with twins. It was offered."

"Fuck off!" said Faith walking round the room. "You are not being supportive of our birthing plan."

"Sorry Faith, you're doing a great job baby." Constantine couldn't help laughing at her as he held her upright. He had never seen Faith be irrational before.

"You're patronising me, where's Buffy?" Faith snapped. "Getting her to leave the room, so she can buy cigars wasn't part of the birthing plan."

Constantine smiled patiently and wiped Faith's brow with a damp cloth. "The gift shop's closing in ten minutes and she needed to use the bathroom."

"She's my second support person." Faith said crossly. "I planned this, we planned this and now people aren't following the plan."

"Life doesn't go to plan Faith, that's why the twins hapened." Constantine reminded her. "Can I get you an ice cube to suck?"

"Yeah, and where's the damn nurse?" Faith looked round the room. "I need her." she added in a little girl voice.

"You're channelling Cordelia, Faith." Buffy said amused, coming into the room carrying a plastic bag. "Sorry to take so long, had to stake a vamp on the way back from the gift shop."

"Take over holding her hand." Constantine said to Buffy. "I need to pee."

"Oh bullshit John Constantine, you're having a cigarette with your cousin and why is he waiting outside the birthing unit again?" Faith demanded.

Constantine kissed her on the mouth affectionately, as Buffy took over holding Faith's hand.

"Because he's my support person." He told his wife. "Try not to pop them out, while I'm gone."

"Could he be more fucking insufferable?" Faith asked of Buffy as her friend rubbed her back.

"Up till two hours ago you adored him." Buffy reminded her. "I've never seen two people as in love as you and he are."

"Yeah we are." Faith smiled then whimpered. "This hurts B."

"You're doing great Faith." Buffy smiled at her friend.

"Don't you patronise me too." Faith snarled at her.

May 2006

Constantine looked at his wife breastfeed their daughter Johanna, while he bottlefed their son Charles. Constantine had dark circles under his eyes. Forty one, he thought was too old to be a first time father. Fortunately Faith was only twenty five and a slayer, it helped balance them as a couple.

Constantine wouldn't have swapped his family for the world.

AN: Right that is the fluffy ending. If you don't like reading about incest, stop now and don't read the next chapter. It is all going to get really dark. You were warned.