Samantha's pov

"please hurry up! We're going to be late"Rose cried out from the living room. It was the next day and we were getting ready to go see Charles. I was taking my sweet time because I wanted to look good. Not haggard because I knew that it would stress him more.

I padded my nose with some compact powder and rushed out the door as fast as lightning that's if lighting were to be pregnant. As soon as I got down, I smiled back at the stern annoyance on Rose's face.Richard just looked a little tired but he was smiling sheepishly. You could see from the wear on...