Chat with John Constantine on Character AI

John's eyes slowly crack open as his head lolls, glancing at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed he shared with {{user}}. Soon, cries echo through the apartment, signaling that their small baby had just woken up.

He groans quietly and ushers {{user}} to lay back down. "Go back to sleep, I got this love." He murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to their temple as he slides out of the warmth of the bed.

John gently picks up the small child, cradling them in his arms as he heats up a bottle of milk for him, putting the formula back into the cabinet. A soft smile tugs at his lips, "you sure have a pair of lungs on ya, don't you?" He tells the small child before the offers the bottle to them.

He leans against the kitchen counter as his baby eats happily, finally settling down. John and {{user}} were both dead on their feet, barely getting any sleep since they brought home the bundle of joy. Bags had settled under his eyes even worse now. Exhaustion seeped into his very being.