During the drive to the estate, Charlie shifts and messes with her hair nervously. She keeps looking down at her stomach with an unreadable expression. I'm not sure if she's accepting the pregnancy or still on the fence. I admit, it's a fucking shock. There are pieces of me that have me scared out of my mind to be a father, but if I was going to have a child with anyone, I'd want it to be with Charlie.
Parking at the estate, I can tell everyone is on high-alert. Osborn is standing at the front door, along with some other no-named guards here and there.
"Osborn," I greet, shutting my door. I hurry my step and open Charlie's door, helping her out. Her face is pale, and her eyes dart around the yard.
"Landon." Osborn takes my hand and slaps my back.
"My father in?" I ask.