The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 116 The Surprise of Returning to Washington (3/5, Please Subscribe)

Locke, who was in the living room waiting for his wife Esme to change her clothes so they could go back to Washington, D.C., heard the system notification in his mind.

next second.

The notification sound was like firecrackers going off, it kept going off.

"Ding! 』

"Ding! 』

"Ding! 』

Current Extraordinary Points: 550

Locke instinctively looked towards the living room window.

into the eye.

It was still the same sky at seven in the morning.

Clearly, this was thanks to Blade, the first member of the New York Sentinel Special Operations Group.

It must be said that Blade is a very competent tool.

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 the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau has also officially come into effect.

This is not.

Blade then launched a full-scale attack, and in just over ten days, Blade had destroyed three blood banks hidden by vampires in New York City.

The two silver longswords caused numerous vampires to fall victim to their blades, contributing a massive amount of extraordinary points to Locke.

Moreover, the extraordinary points Blade has gained are still increasing.

By the time Esme came out of the bedroom after changing her clothes, Blade had helped Locke raise his Extraordinary Points to 570.

"Let's go." Esme, wearing a white women's blouse, black jeans, knee-high boots, and a women's wool coat, walked up to Locke and asked, "What time is our flight?"

Locke had a sudden thought. He temporarily blocked the system pop-ups and said with a smile, "It's 9:30. Let's leave now. Perfect timing."

Esme nodded.

"Let's go then."

"it is good."

As Locke spoke, he grabbed the matching wool coat that Esme was wearing, which was draped over the sofa, and then took the small duffel bag from Esme's hand, walking towards the door.

He hadn't originally planned to go back 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 was expected.

After all, this month has passed, and it will be almost a year since he and Esme got married, and the two of them have been working very hard.

To be precise, it should be said that Esme worked very hard.

Especially last month.

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

She would fly back to New York City every two days on average, and upon meeting him, she would not say a word but would simply pull him towards the bedroom.

It wasn't until ten days ago that I gradually recovered.

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

Yes.

good news.

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

Upon hearing the news, Locke excitedly picked up his wife and spun her around in the living room.

He has no intention of being childless, nor does he plan to not have children for more than ten years after marriage.

Locke really wanted a son of his own.

After all, although he had a family in this life, the reason for his transmigration made him feel out of place in this world, especially in the quiet of the night.

But things are different if you have a child.

Locke was very happy, and this also relieved the last bit of worry in his heart.

He was initially worried that his cheat code might affect his ability to have children.

In hindsight, my worries were unfounded.

So Locke changed his mind after learning that Esme was pregnant and decided to spend Christmas in Washington, D.C. this year.

After all, Esme is carrying the third generation of Underwood. Old Underwood might not say anything, but if even his mother, Claire, hears from someone else that her daughter-in-law is pregnant, then that's going to be quite a show.

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

10:30 a.m.

After a flight of approximately one hour, the plane landed on time at Washington International Airport.

Locke and Esme did not disembark with the others, but instead went through a special passage and carried their luggage out of the airport behind them.

As soon as Locke exited the airport, he saw Edward Micham standing in front of a black Chevrolet sedan.

Edward Michaum, a Capitol Police officer, is responsible for the security and driving duties for old Underwood.

He is a very responsible person.

This is Locke's assessment of Edward Mitcham.

Wearing a suit, Edward, with his broad shoulders and upright posture, saw Locke walking out of the airport. His eyes lit up, and he opened his arms to greet Locke.

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

"That was the original plan."

Locke hugged Edward, then shrugged and smiled as he replied, before introducing Esme.

"Esme, my wife."

"This is Edward Michamp, a member of the Capitol Police Department. He's been responsible for Old Underwood's security and driving duties ever since he came to Washington, D.C."

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

Edward shook hands with Esme: "Hello."

It releases easily with a single grip.

Edward then took the bag from Locke, beckoned the two of them, and walked towards the Chevrolet sedan. He then opened the trunk and put the bag inside.

soon.

Edward started the car and drove away from the international airport with Locke and Esme sitting in the back seat.

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

It was a four-story townhouse with a history of 120 years.

The villa has a strong historical feel.

It's not just from the outside, but also from the inside; living inside feels like living in the past.

Locke didn't like it very much.

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

As long as they're happy.

Therefore, the two of them did not consider Locke's request to move houses when he was still living there.

After half an hour.

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

"See, I told you so."

Locke looked at the empty entrance, especially the tightly closed door, raised an eyebrow, and said to Esme beside him, "You've just come back and you're already giving us a hard time."

Esme glanced at Locke but ignored him, taking advantage of the time she still had to recall information about her father-in-law, Francis Underwood, and mother-in-law, Claire Underwood.

Her father-in-law, Francis Underwood, is the Majority Whip of the House of Representatives, a powerful and influential figure.

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.

Moreover, unlike her father-in-law Francis, who came from a poor white family, her mother-in-law Claire came from a well-to-do and privileged family background.

To paraphrase Locke

Francis's father-in-law's initial capital came from the influence of his mother-in-law Claire's family.

Esme, focused on quickly recalling information about her in-laws, let Locke pull her out of the car, then went straight to the villa entrance and knocked on the door.

But the door was closed.

Locke raised an eyebrow, pushed open the door, and looked at the entrance hallway, which was spotless.

I forgot to mention.

Claire, the mother, has obsessive-compulsive disorder, though not severe, which is undeniable. This is another reason why Locke fled to New York. Locke led Esme through the entrance hallway to the living room where a fireplace was burning. They immediately saw a married couple sitting on either side of the sofa.

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

Old Underwood was looking at the newspaper in his hand and seemed unaware of Locke's arrival.

Claire, Claire's mother, looked at Locke with a surprised expression as he walked in.

"Son!"

"mom."

Indeed, there's no one better than a mother in this world; a child with a mother is a child indeed.

Just as Locke opened his arms, ready to receive a warm hug from his mother Claire, Claire, who was walking towards him with a smile, stepped aside and hugged Esme, who was standing next to him.

Locke kept his arms outstretched, blinked, and looked at his mother, who was hugging Esme, beside him.

Shit.

He took back what he had just said.

Esme seemed surprised by her mother-in-law's enthusiasm. She looked somewhat bewildered as Claire hugged her and glanced at Locke, who understood.

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

Claire, who was holding her daughter-in-law, was slightly taken aback when she heard this. She let go of Esme, glanced at Locke, and then looked at Esme again, as if to confirm the truth of the news.

We were supposed to tell them this at Christmas, to give them a surprise.

Why did you say that less than two minutes after you came in?

Esme rolled her eyes at Locke, then nodded in response to her mother-in-law Claire's bright gaze.

"It hasn't even been a month."

"Oh God!"

Claire gasped and covered her mouth.

At this moment, old Underwood, who was still sitting on the sofa pretending to read the newspaper, couldn't sit still any longer. He put away the newspaper, stood up, and turned to look at Locke.

Upon seeing this, Locke's lips curled into a smile.

"Don't you read the newspaper anymore? Is the newspaper not interesting anymore?"

Old Underwood's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this.

At this moment, he was once again lost in memories, pondering why, when Claire unexpectedly became pregnant, he did not choose to abort the child as agreed, despite having previously stated that he only wanted rights and not children, but instead gave birth out of a soft heart.

I clearly hate children the most.

Is it because having a child would make him appear more mature as a politician?

It should be.

Old Underwood began to analyze why he hadn't chosen to have Claire kill Locke back then.

Finally, he nodded affirmatively, convincing himself that he had wanted a child for the sake of a smoother future, and certainly not out of paternal love.

He's just a rebellious son.

Whoever wants it can have it.

Anyway, I don't want to.

Old Underwood's thoughts raced as he considered Locke's actions during this time. He snorted coldly, put down the newspaper in his hand, and walked towards the stairs.

"Come to my study!"

"Now."