ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇsᴛɪᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (cigam) wrote in valloic,
"No, he wasn't." John could definitely ask her anything, and she wouldn't lie to him - there was no point, not after everything they'd already been through. He'd acted like a right shit sometimes, but he'd never lied to her either so she had to give Defense Against the Dark Arts Constantine some credit for that. "And the John I knew was very adamant that he'd make a horrible father," she sighed.
Not that she blamed him, really. It wasn't like he had experienced a lot of good parenting from his old man. The guy basically let their home burn down, and John had never really come to terms with the death of his mother and especially his brother - not that she thought he would, of course. You just didn't 'get over' that sort of thing. You learned to live with it instead.
"But he was a good father," Zee insisted. "He was just scared before that. My pregnancy had its rough patches."