Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 25

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 25 Fever

Tanya’s POV:

I’m hot and cold all at once, the fever wracking through my body. The chill of the pond from that night seems to have seeped into my bones, making me shiver even a sweat clings to my skin. My hand rests on my stomach as guilt courses through me, stronger and sharper than any discomfort from the fever.

If I were the only one sick, I wouldn’t mind. But at that moment, when I jumped in after the earrings, I forgot that I’m not just making choices for myself anymore. There’s a child growing in me that will suffer the consequences of my mistakes. I berate myself for not having thought of that when I recklessly threw myself into the water. If this baby suffers because I made myself ill, I’ll never forgive myself.

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What kind of mother will I be?

Something shifts on the best beside me, and I wince at the stiffness in my joints. My eyelids are heavy with fatigue, and everything seems blurry and far away like I can’t tell whether I’m awake or dreaming.

Suddenly someone’s lying beside me, gently adjusting me to rest against his embrace. His arms wrap around me, and in spite of the burning fever, I welcome the warmth. Wrapped up in him, everything is less painful. A hand rests on top of mine, fingers delicately entwining with my own.

“It’s going to be okay,” says a deep but caring voice.

Marco.

I must be dreaming after all, or perhaps the fever is making me imagine things. I’m so groggy, I can barely tell.

mutter, and my thoughts are jumbled and incoherent. The baby deserves a

voice shushes

the skin on my abdomen, guiding my own hand and

flower. The baby is going to be

against him. After a while, the voice cuts through the fog in

to

nauseous. There’s a soft chuckle

flower. You need

I mumble. “When I was little, my aunt would make grilled cheese sandwiches with homemade tomato

defective, broken. But the memory of those sunny afternoons with my aunt still fills me with joy. She would let me help with the sandwiches

tasted like

in the distance wakes me up. I stretch slightly, trying to focus. The bed is empty, but there’s a variety of loud noises coming from the kitchen. There’s metal clashing, sizzling,

time passes while I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep. At some point,

few times in an attempt to clear my vision at the sight of Marco entering the room with a wooden tray full of food. His blonde curls are a shaggy mess like he’s been running his hands through his hair

it, there’s a bowl full of what appears to be homemade tomato soup. Under the bowl, itself is a crumpled and stained piece of paper, and it takes a few seconds for my mind to make sense

commands, as if I were

watches me curiously as I dip the corner of the sandwich into the soup and take a bite. It tastes… not quite like my aunt’s. The grilled cheese is

the frayed piece of paper, holding back a smile when I see drops of food that were spilled onto the

you get this?”

the little burn marks on his fingers as he quickly shoves the recipe into his back

Lycan prince show up at her home, but she insisted that she didn’t have time to cook for

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