Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 15

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 15 He Doesn’t Come To The Restaurant

Tanya’s POV:

I can’t move fast enough as I race to get ready after work. Excitement courses through me, and I can’t wait to see Marco. The note said to meet him at the Dumonet, which is one of the fanciest restaurants in the capital. I stop by Marco’s townhouse and rummage through the new wardrobe. I’m still not used to having so many expensive clothes to choose from, and it takes me a few minutes to pick out an outfit I think my husband will like.

I chose a red a-line gown, the same shade as the bouquet he sent for me. It has drooping sleeves of scarlet chiffon, a delicately fitted waistline that swoops into flowing ruffles, and pleats that resemble petals. The red fabric contrasts my snow-white skin, and I tie my sleek black hair into a graceful half-updo, pinning one of the roses from the bouquet into my hair. I try not to think of Marco’s lips as I quickly apply a soft, rosy shade tint over my nervous smile. I can only hope to look as lovely as a flower for him.

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When I arrive at the beautiful restaurant, the waiter leads me to a candlelight table.

“Would you like to order, miss?” he asks.

I’m hit by the smell of sweet spices and freshly cooked delights, but I shake my head gently.

“Not yet, thank you. I’m waiting for someone.”

The waiter walks away, attending to the various guests in the restaurant. Most of them are couples, and I try not to stare at how they swoon and celebrate together. Soft music is playing in the background as lovers drink and dine all around me.

After an hour goes by, the waiter returns for the fourth time.

can I at least get you a drink while you wait? Or maybe

specify what time he would be arriving tonight, but I’ll wait for him as long as it takes. A few of the other patrons notice that I’m still sitting alone. I lower my gaze to avoid their curious glances, ignoring their whispers. I fiddle with the napkin on my

myself he’s a royal, so it’s only natural that he’s busy. After all, I wasn’t even expecting to celebrate Valentine’s Day

wait

position for so long, and my thoughts start to wander to the dark and lonely corners of my mind. After yet another hour passes, I

maybe I’m just

golden ring on my finger. The round diamond sparkles in the candlelight, making me think of the glint

to make him happy, even if it’s just for a while.

I can feel the people in the

could walk in

miss,” the waiter says, his patience having run out a long time

a little longer if that’s

to tell me they’re done operating for the day, and I need to get out so they can close up. Rain starts to pour as I’m f*orc*ed to leave the restaurant. Anyone left on the streets

I can do is curl up on the sidewalk

Marco’s POV:

She’s such a quiet and constant presence that in

others. I don’t need a wife to wait for me every night with a warm meal and a soft light. But somehow, the fact that she does it because she wants to, not because she has to, makes it that more special. Ever since she became a part of my household, Tanya has left a single light on by the entrance of the townhouse. Every evening, she prepares dinner and waits for me, leaving that light on like

Home.

anyway. When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed, but Tanya does things simply because she wants

there is

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