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.

baby deserves a better mother than me. Someone competent enough to care for

the voice

on my abdomen, guiding my

The baby is going to be just fine. I

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

to eat

a soft chuckle in response

flower. You need to eat. What’s your

to think straight. “When I was little….” I mumble. “When I was little, my aunt

those sunny afternoons with my aunt still fills me with

like comfort,” I whisper before

trying to focus. The bed is empty, but there’s a variety of loud noises

not sure how much time passes while I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep. At some

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

sandwich. Besides 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

commands, as if

soup and take a bite. It tastes… not quite like my aunt’s. The grilled cheese is slightly burnt, and the soup

the frayed piece of paper, holding back a smile when I see drops of food

get

burn

a very busy lady. She was rather stunned to see a Lycan prince show up at her home, but she insisted that she didn’t have time to cook for

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