He could never come close to that. It didn't matter what happened between them, or what didn't happen, Davia would never be able to view him even being on the same playing field with David. He wasn't a bastard, he was just... a little mixed up. And maybe he always would be but that was a chance she had taken, and would take, because she loved him, and because she knew that he was worth it.
"That's comforting." The sarcasm could clearly be heard in her voice and she too felt that slight tinge of panic that she knew must be seizing him as well. "She'll be fine." Maggie, that is. "There's no way anyone could ever touch her here with the two of us around." They'd have to kill them first and that would be no easy feat when it came to either of them, especially Charlie.
That was not what she was expecting. This was not how she had imagined that this conversation was going to begin. And she felt like the breath, not that she really needed it or anything, had been knocked out of her, a slight bit of nausea seizing her stomach and making her almost feel as though she would have to make a run for the restroom, but she held it back.
"Okay." She said softly, after taking a long moment to consider her words. And even then she wasn't sure what came next. "Who?" Did she really want to know? No, she didn't. "Don't answer that." She added quickly, and then moved a hand up to her mouth to chew on her thumbnail as she sometimes did when she was nervous or uncertain or upset.