''Where should I put this?'' Angela came through the door, carrying what seemed a another in a long line of never ending suitcases.

''Er, over there in the corner. That should do for now.'' John answered.

She let go and heaved a sigh, got back up and rubbed her back. She was only three months gone, but it seemed like eight.

''Baby's giving you trouble ey'?'' He asked, coming over to Angela to rub her back for her.

''Yeah, you could say that'' She answered. Suddenly, without notice he embraced her, and gently pushed her against the wall and kissed her. When he let go, his heart was pounding against hers.

''Well, that was un-expected.'' Angela said, getting her breath back.

''So is this...'' He gave her a kiss again and winked at her. She knew what he was hinting and let go. They followed each other to the bedroom...

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Angela awoke to find herself in Constantine's arms, which came as a surprise, but not the same surprise she encountered only weeks earlier when she found out she was pregnant. As she stirred, his arms became tighter around her and she was struggling to get free. His eyes finally flickered and he awoke, loosening his grip.

''Morning.'' He said, and yawned. Angela smiled and kissed him briefly on the lips. He smiled back at her, something he felt he hadn't done in a while.

''You had a tight grip on me just then.'' She said.

''I did?'' John replied, not realising.

''Yeah, you did.''

Angela clambered out of bed and started to cook breakfast.

''So where am I gonna sleep tonight?'' She shouted to the bedroom.

''In my bedroom, of course.'' He replied and then entered the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow.

''You sure that's wise? You might try and suffocate me for all I know.''

John laughed. ''Don't worry, I'll try not to. Even though you do snore.''

''I do not!''

''Do.''

''Don't!''

''Okay okay, I was joking geez. Shit that reminds me, it's been four months since Chas's death. I was gonna place some fresh flowers on his grave.''

''Go ahead, I'll be fine here. You can eat your breakfast when you return''

John smiled at Angela. He was in love with this woman.

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''Got spare change?'' A young man in a cap shadowing his facial features beckoned in the cemetery towards Constantine.

''No, just a bunch of flowers'' Constantine said, and continued walking to Chas's grave.

The young man followed Constantine, his eyes flowing with fire.

''Get lost.'' Constantine announced, knowing full well he was a half breed, he turned towards him and faced him.

''You're gonna make me?'' The half breed replied.

''Sure, if I have to'' John then got out a dragons breath, one of his last ones but he was willing to use it.

The half breed knew of this tool that if John shot him with it, he would sure die and return to hell.

Instead, the half breed screamed; ''This won't be the last of me...'' and scuttled off into the distance.

''Fuck'' John said to himself, placing the flowers on Chas's grave