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.

jumbled and incoherent. The baby deserves a better mother than me. Someone competent

voice

stroke the skin on my abdomen, guiding my own hand and rubbing

worry, little flower. The baby is going to be just

feel myself relax against him. After a while, the voice

have to

feeling too nauseous. There’s a soft chuckle in response

You need to eat. What’s

too tired and feverish to think straight. “When I was little….” I mumble. “When I was little, my aunt

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

tasted like comfort,” I

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

out of sleep. At some point, the

full of food.

a bowl full of what appears to be homemade tomato soup.

commands, as if

watches me curiously as I dip the corner of the sandwich into the soup and take a bite. It tastes…

back a smile when I see drops of food that were spilled onto the

get

the little burn marks on his fingers as he quickly shoves

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

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