John Constantine x reader

I do 2

"Fuck!" You shouted slamming your hands down on the bathroom counter.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

You got to marry the man you loved, now this.
How the hell were you suppose to tell John that you were pregnant?

"You alright luv?" He called from the other side of the door.
Shit you forgot he had come home early from a job. Now he was really going to piss you off. John never knew when to drop it.

"I'm fine, that wax strip stung" you lied praying he would take the bait. You could hear him shuffling outside the door, not sure weather he should come in or not.

Of course he decided to come in with out so much as a warning. Quickly you hid the test behind your back. "Wax strip huh?" He asked with a raised brow.

Shit.....

"What's going on luv, you can talk to me" he almost begged for you to tell him. John ran his thumb over your cheek, your (e/c) eyes blood shot from crying.

You were frightened of John's reaction.
You had discussed about having children before and both agreed one day. But this day? Well it was fucking complicated.

"I...I'm pregnant" you stuttered, watching as johns smile dropped in an instant. Your words soaking in. He was going to be a father, a day he almost didn't live to see.

"I'm going to be a dad?" He asked, the smile creeping back onto his face. His Hand's cradling your face as you shook your head. "It's not yours" you mumbled, pushing past him.

Woah hang on, rewind. John wasn't the father?

He was hot on your heels, following you to the bed room. Stopping the door from smacking him in the face. "What do you mean It's not mine?" He questioned confused, he wasn't mad just confused.

Placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder "I mean what I fucking say John!" You shouted swatting his hand away from you, taking a few steps back to create some distance. "I got drunk the night before the wedding and slept with him" you explained, eyes full of tears.

John sighed, there was still a 50/50 chance the baby could be his. I mean it was only right to have sex with his wife on their wedding day. He didn't blame her for sleeping with another man. He didn't know he was going to successfully stop that wedding till twenty minutes before he did.

He knew you was making a mountain out of a mole hill and thinking about the worst scenario. John wrapped his arms around your shoulders pulling your body to his.

"I don't care if I'm the biological father or not" he began pausing to place a kiss on your forehead. "I'll treat them as if they were me own flesh and blood. You know that right?." Well done John you made those tears fall.

You was overreacting, you knew it was a 50/50 on the father. Even tho you was crying, you managed to smile up at him, "I do"