The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 116: A Surprise Returning to Washington (35 Subscriptions Requested)
Locke, who was in the living room waiting for his wife Esme to change clothes and return to Washington, heard the system prompt sound in his mind.

next second.

The prompt sound is like setting off firecrackers, it keeps going off.

"Ding! 』

"Ding! 』

"Ding! 』

"Current Extraordinary Points: 550"

Locke subconsciously looked towards the living room window.

into the eye.

It was still the sky at seven o'clock in the morning.

Apparently, this was the work of Blade, the first member of the New York Sentinel Secret Service Special Operations Team.

I have to say that Blade is a very qualified tool man.

Since Locke's official appointment on the 10th of this month, the legitimacy of the special operations team formed by the new deputy director of operations of the Sentinel Special Service has also officially taken effect.

This is not.

Blade began to attack with all his strength. In just over ten days, Blade had destroyed three blood banks hidden by vampires in New York City.

The two silver swords killed many vampires and contributed a huge amount of extraordinary points to Locke.

Moreover, the extraordinary points gained by Blade continued to increase.

By the time Esme came out of the bedroom after changing her clothes, Blade had helped Locke increase his extraordinary points to 570.

"Let's go." Esme, who was wearing a white women's shirt, black jeans, knee-high heeled boots, and a women's wool coat, walked to Locke and said, "What time is the flight?"

Locke's mind moved, and he temporarily blocked the system pop-up window, and said with a smile: "It's half past nine, it's just right to leave now."

Esme nodded.

"Let's go then."

"it is good."

As Locke spoke, he grabbed the couple's wool coat that was the same style as Esme's and was draped over the sofa. Then he picked up the small suitcase from Esme's hand and walked out the door.

Originally, he had not planned to return to Washington, D.C. for Christmas this year.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

Esme is pregnant.

This is not a surprise, it is expected.

After all, at the end of this month, he and Esme would have been married for nearly a year, and they had both been working very hard.

To be precise, it was Esme who worked very hard.

Especially in the last month.

Esme, who used to return to New York City only once a month due to her busy work, broke this record at the end of last month.

It took her an average of two days to fly back to New York City, and as soon as they met, she would pull him to the bedroom without saying anything.

It was not until ten days ago that I gradually recovered.

Then a week ago, Esme came back again and told Locke the good news that she was pregnant.

Yes.

good news.

This is true for Esme, and even more so for Locke.

After hearing the news, Locke excitedly picked up his wife and started spinning around in the living room.

He has no idea of being a DINK, and he doesn't think it would be best not to have children for more than ten years after getting married.

Locke really wanted a son of his own.

After all, although he has a family in this life, because of the time travel, he always feels out of tune with this world in the dead of night.

But it’s different if you have a child.

Locke was very happy, and at the same time, the last bit of worry in his heart was eliminated.

He was originally worried that his cheating skills might affect his ability to have children.

Now it seems that the worry was unnecessary.

So after Locke learned that Esme was pregnant, he changed his mind and returned to Washington to celebrate Christmas this year.

After all, the baby in Esme's belly is the third generation member of the Underwood family. Old Underwood may not say anything, but if even her mother Claire heard from others that her daughter-in-law was pregnant, that would be really funny.

So, back to Washington, D.C., for Christmas.

Half past ten in the morning.

After flying for about an hour, the plane landed at Washington International Airport on time.

Locke and Esme did not get off the plane with the others, but took a special channel and walked out of the airport behind them, carrying their luggage.

As soon as Locke got out of the airport, he saw Edward Mitcham standing in front of a black Chevrolet sedan.

Edward Meacham, a Capitol Police officer, is responsible for Underwood Sr.'s security and driver duties.

He is a very dedicated person.

This is Locke's evaluation of Edward Meacham.

Edward, who was wearing a suit and had broad shoulders, also saw Locke walking out of the airport. His eyes lit up and he opened his arms and walked towards Locke.

"Locke, I thought you wouldn't come back this year."

"That was the original plan."

Locke hugged Edward, and after letting go, he shrugged, smiled, and then introduced Esme.

"Esme, my wife."

"This is Edward Meacham, a Capitol Police officer. He has been responsible for Underwood Sr.'s security and driver duties since he came to Washington, D.C."

"Hello." Esme smiled and extended her right hand.

Edward shook hands with Esme. "Hello."

It loosens as soon as you hold it.

Edward then took the luggage bag from Locke, greeted the two of them, walked towards the Chevrolet sedan, opened the trunk and put the luggage bag in.

Soon, Edward started the car and left the international airport with Locke and Esme sitting in the back seat.

Locke's home in Washington, D.C., is in a neighborhood with many residents.

It was a four-story townhouse that was 120 years old.

The villa has a historic feel.

It's not just when you look at it from the outside, it's the same inside as well. Living inside, it feels like you're living in the past.

Locke didn't like it very much.

But the people living here are not him after all, but old Underwood and his mother Claire.

As long as they like it.

So the two of them did not consider Locke's request to change houses when he was still living here.

After half an hour.

The black Chevrolet drove into the community, then slowed down and finally stopped at the entrance of a four-story light red townhouse.

"See, that's what I said."

Locke looked at the empty door, especially the closed door, raised his eyebrows, and said to Esme, "You just came back and you're giving us a show of strength."

Esme just glanced at Locke and ignored him. While there was still time, she recalled the information of her father-in-law Francis Underwood and mother-in-law Claire Underwood.

My father-in-law, Francis Underwood, is the Majority Whip of the House of Representatives. He holds a high position of power and has a strong aura.

As for her mother-in-law, Claire Underwood, she runs a non-profit organization that aims to provide clean water to people in underdeveloped countries and regions.

And unlike my father-in-law Francis, who came from a poor white family, my mother-in-law Claire has a deep and superior family background.

To paraphrase Locke.

My father-in-law Francis got his start by borrowing the power of my mother-in-law Claire’s family.

Esme, who was concentrating on quickly recalling the information about her parents-in-law, let Locke pull her out of the car, then went straight to the door of the villa and knocked on it.

But the door was closed.

Locke raised his eyebrows, pushed open the door, and looked at the entrance hallway which was spotlessly clean.

Forgot to say.

Mom Claire has mysophobia, although it is not very serious, but it is undeniable that this is another reason why Locke fled to New York.

Locke led Esme around the entrance hallway and into the living room where a fire was burning in the fireplace. He immediately saw a couple who had been married for many years sitting on both sides of the sofa.

The two of them sat on either side of the sofa, leaving enough space in the middle for Locke to lie down sideways.

Old Underwood was reading a newspaper in his hand and didn't seem to notice Locke's arrival.

Mother Claire looked at Locke who walked in with a surprised expression.

"Son!"

"mom."

As expected, there is only one good mother in the world, and children with mothers...

Just as Locke opened his arms, ready to receive a warm hug from his mother Claire, his mother Claire, who was walking towards him with a smile, moved to the side and hugged Esme in her arms.

Locke kept his arms open, looked at his mother who was hugged by Esme, and blinked.

Shet.

He took back what he had just said.

Esme didn't seem to expect her mother-in-law to be so enthusiastic. She was held by Claire and looked at Locke at a loss.

Locke understood.

"Mom, don't be so enthusiastic. Esme is pregnant."

"..."

Claire, the mother who was holding her daughter-in-law, was slightly stunned when she heard this. After letting go of Esme, she glanced at Locke, and then looked at Esme again, as if confirming the truth of the news.

I agreed to tell them on Christmas and give them a surprise.

How come you said that less than two minutes after you entered the door?

Esme rolled her eyes at Locke, then met the shining gaze of her mother-in-law Claire and nodded.

"Not even a month."

"Oh, God!"

Claire exclaimed and covered her mouth.

At this time, old Underwood, who was still sitting on the sofa pretending to read the newspaper, could no longer sit still. He put away the newspaper in his hand, stood up, turned around and looked at Locke.

Seeing this, Locke raised the corners of his mouth.

"You don't read the newspaper anymore? Is the newspaper not interesting anymore?"

"..."

Old Underwood's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.

At this moment, he fell into memories again and began to think about why he, who had clearly said that he did not want children but only wanted rights, did not choose to abort the baby as agreed when Claire became pregnant unexpectedly, but instead gave birth to the baby out of weakness.

I obviously hate children the most.

Is it because having a child would make you appear to be a more mature politician?
should be.

Old Underwood began to analyze why he did not choose to let Claire kill Locke at that time.

Finally, he nodded affirmatively, convincing himself that he had wanted a child in order to make his future smoother, and it was not because he had a fatherly love at that time.

Just a rebellious son.

Whoever loves wants it.

I don't want it anyway.

Old Underwood's mind turned, thinking about what had happened to Locke during this period, he snorted coldly, put down the newspaper in his hand, and walked towards the stairs.

"Come to my study!"

"Now."

"..."

(End of this chapter)