You are my sunshine.

Quite a sweet chapter if I say so myself. If you're all wondering how come the pregnancy keeps getting further along? It's cause sometimes I do the chapters (in the story not in reality) a month or so later, hopefully I should state that. If not, I usually just carry it on from the next day. I've done a lot of chapters today and more to come maybe, so please keep reading and reviewing I really appreciate it! Thanks to all reviewers, 27 reviews so far ;-) Hope you all like!

While in bed, Constantine thought.

'You know today is Friday right?' John said.

'Yes John you are correct' Angela replied reading a book.

'Well since it's a weekend tomorrow I think we should stay in and I'll teach you to dance the old fashioned way'

Angela was astonished. This man was quite a mystery!

'You'll…teach me to dance?' She asked, putting her book down on the cabinet next to the bed.

'Yeah, when I was younger my parents forced me to join this dance club, that's where I've got most of my tactics and tips from'

Angela thought he was joking.

'Well…I guess I ought to get some sleep for tomorrow then!' She said, half joking and reached for the light to turn it off.

'Oh, and on Sunday I booked a table at Violet's slender restaurant for lunch' John said. He was always like this, it was never an invitation just an either demand or statement. This time, Angela thought it was a demand.

She snorted thinking he was joking. It takes months to book that place and the prices are very high. John saw Angela's facial expression and laughed at her.

'If you think I'm joking then just wait till Sunday.' He said, and then clicked the light off.

Angela resisted temptation by saying anything and after her head hit the pillow, she fell to sleep without any disturbances.

the next day

When Angela was up and ready, John called her to enter the front room. Since there was silence between them, John began to start the convocation and get it rolling.

'I got a record player from Beeman. He left it for me, with one of my all time favourite records. Call me sad by all means, but I've always liked 'You are my sunshine' brings back memories of my past'

After talking, Constantine put the record onto the record player. Angela was amazed by this sudden turnout. She would of never of thought it to of been in him. The song took a while to start but when it finally did, Constantine brought Angela close to him and they began 'clumsy' dancing.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy,

When sky's are gray.

You never know dear,

How much I love you.

So please don't take my sunshine away.

The other night dear,

While I was sleeping,

I dreamt I held you in my arms.

But when I awoke dear,

I was mistaken,

So I hung my head and cried.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy,

When skies are gray.

You never know dear,

How much I love you.

So please don't take my sunshine away.

The other night dear,

While I was sleeping,

I dreamt I held you in my arms.

But when I awoke dear,

I was mistaken.

So I hung my head and cried.

'John, what are we doing?' Angela asked, trying her best not to step on his feet but it was difficult.

'Trying to dance' He replied sternly.

He wrapped his arm around Angela's waist, the other hand holding her hand. He released his arm from around her waist to scratch his nose, not realising that Angela was dependant on his arm around her to stand. She fell on the floor in heaps of giggles.

His annoyance was startterling, but he couldn't contain his laughter.

'You're not even drunk and you behave like this!' He said in gaps of laughter. Angela just stared scornfully at him, knowing what happened when she become drunk last time. More to the point, she became pregnant.

'I'm joking, tense a little' He said.

Finally, Angela seemed to get the hang of it and they were dancing on hot feet. Without notice, he pulled her back and put his arm around her leg. She was half in the air and centimeters away from the floor.

'John…' She began after he kept her in that position for a couple of minutes.

'Sorry, couldn't resist' He moved his head so he was reaching her lips and kissed her. When the kiss broke Angela smiled at him. She was actually going to be his wife. When he pulled her up again, Angela had something to ask John.

'What date are we planning our marriage?' She asked.

'Anytime' John replied getting in the spirit of dancing so much he was forgetting what she asked but nevertheless agreed with what he was saying.

'You mean that?' Angela asked, surprised by his answer.

'U-huh' He replied.

'So…what if I was to pick next month? How's that?' Angela asked, expecting to get a no.

'Sure. How about the 27th of November on a Saturday, I'm free that week.'

Angela was ecstatic.

'That's great, where do you want to go on our honey moon?'

'Anywhere…you choose'

'I've always wanted to go to Canada' Angela replied, hazily.

'Then Canada is where we shall go' John replied, sweetly smiling.

'Would it be okay for the baby?' She patted her stomach with her free hand. It was a load; she was now six months along.

'We will make it okay…now shut up and kiss me' Constantine said.

(The next day)

'Get up and get ready. Today's the day we go to Violet's Slender remember?' Constantine said, shaking Angela's arm, she groaned.

'Give me ten minutes…pleeeeease'

'No because ten minutes is an hour to you, come on get ready!' He pulled her off the bed with a protest. She then went to the bathroom after being kicked out of the bedroom and put on a red dress, similar to the one she wore when Constantine came round that time when they conceived their child.

She applied her makeup and was ready to go. The time was already 11.07, so it was best they get going.

When they arrived they got sat to their seats by a young waiter who was very pleasant. Constantine noticed that Angela wouldn't seem to take her eyes of him. He coughed to get her attention.

She looked back at Constantine.

'Huh?' She asked.

'Oh I was just saying about our marriage and how we should post-pone it' John was joking but Angela didn't notice.

'Really? But John?'

'I'm joking; it was the only way that I could get your eyes of that boy'

'Oh don't be silly John. Besides would I do something like that! Honestly'

'Well you certainly got of with Balthazar, and that's quite something' John said, running his hand along the print of the tablecloth.

Angela wanted to slap him; It was rather rude of him to say that.

'John! How could you!'

'It was a joke…' He smiled. His smile would make anyone else smile.

'Anyway, now I have your full attention perhaps you could listen to me?'

'Yes' Angela said simply.

'What are you going to have?'

In the end they both chose a Sunday roast with a glass of wine each. They sat at the restaurant for thee hours upon end just catching up since they hadn't done so in a few weeks.

They then arrived home and fell to sleep. They were both very tired with an exciting weekend they had.