She stormed into the apartment, chucking her handbag onto the side counter, blowing her hair away from her eyes. She sat down on a chair and began impatiently tapping her foot to the rhythem of the traffic outside. Constantine entered the kitchen, knowing full well of her ''little outburst'' which she had just en-counted.
''Hey, you're back early'' He began to make convosation.
''I told you didn't i! You don't remember anything that i tell you these days!'' Angela was nearly screaming at him.
''What's up with you? Fuck, have i done something?''
Angela got up from her seat and barged past John and left out of the door.
Hormones, so Constantine thought. He knew that baby was giving her a rough time, almost a nightmare. He ran out of the door and had trouble catching up with her. Once he did, he grabbed hold of her waist with his arm so she couldn't go any further.
''Let go of me!'' She shouted out in terror, causing funny looks from passers by.
''Keep it down will you!'' He said, releasing his arm a little bit.
''Tell me what's wrong Angela'' He twizzled her around and put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She bit her lip, feeling like a sulking child wanting attention.
''Nothing...'' She felt under pressure to tell him what was bothering her.
''Don't lie''
''Well...it's been five months since Izzy's death. If only she was here Constantine, to see her neice or nephew being born, playing with it, enjoying life'' She didn't realise it, but her arms went around John's back and her head laid against his chest. She stayed there for a matter of minutes, tears streaked down her face disperting onto the path. She found it comforting, listining to his heartbeat. He put his chin on the top of her head.
''I know Angela, i know, these things happen. Come on, you must be starving. Let's get something to eat''
She released her grip around his back and nodded, he whipped away her tears.
They went to a resturant not far from where they lived. They didn't talk during the meal but afterwards they did. They ordered three glasses of wine each before they left. Wine seemed to soothe Angela and Constantine knew of this.
When they arrived home, Angela was a bit full on. Remembering last time, he tried to calm her down a little but nothing helped. Angela slammed him against the counter top, feeling tipsy of what she had drunk.
''John...'' She mumbled into his mouth when kissing him...
''Yeah...'' He whispered back, their lips still locked.
''Follow me'' She grabbed his tie and pulled him towards the bedroom, nearly choking him. This time, she would take control...
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Nearly always, sleep would over come Angela first, Constantine couldn't sleep pretty much as usual. But she started jumping, her body moving violently under the bed sheets. She was mumoring something over and over again...
Constantine had trouble to awake her. He finally did, resulting in enlisted with sweat bed sheets.
''Fuck! What happened?''
''I...i have no idea...'' She said, startled from what had just happened.
''Are you okay?'' He asked
''Yeah i think so...just tired''
She leaned her head on Constantine's shoulder for a pillow since her own had fell on the floor and she couldn't be bothered to pick them up.
''Night Constantine...Constantine...Constantine...''
She repeated his surname about five times before she finally slept.
What the fuck's going on here, thought Constantine, but it would have to wait for the morning.
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I shall continue this proberley on tuesday, sorry short chapter, mind blockage. Thanks reviewers one again.
