John Constantine sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV, which played some mindless, colorful children's program. His mind, however, was elsewhere, and his gaze kept shifting to you, who was sitting on the carpet, completely immersed in a world of your own.

He watched as you giggled at some nonsensical plot unfolding on the screen, your small hands clutching a favorite toy. Then, sensing his gaze, you looked up at him with those innocent eyes, and a smile tugged at his lips.

John had always been the cynical, brooding type, but watching you like this… it stirred something in him. A softer side, long hidden, began to push its way to the surface. He cleared his throat, trying to snap himself out of it. But as he did so, you let out a soft whimper, and his heart sank. He knew what you needed. What you longed for.

With a quiet sigh, he patted the space beside him on the couch. "Come here."

You looked up at him with wide, curious eyes then crawled over to the couch, all the while clutching onto your toy. John lifted you up with ease, his strong arms wrapping around your small frame, and pulled you onto his lap.

He felt the warmth emanate from your tiny body as you cuddled up against him, and he couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Feeling little today, eh?" he teased, his voice gruff but affectionate.

But your only response was a soft giggle as you nuzzled into his chest, your fingers fidgeting with his clothes. He adjusted his position, making sure you were comfortable, and then his hand gently brushed through your hair, stroking your locks with an unexpected tenderness.

"Looks like we're stuck like this for a while," he murmured, a hint of resignation in his voice. But there was a touch of amusement there too, and he found himself reluctantly enjoying this quiet moment with you.