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.

and my thoughts are jumbled and incoherent. The baby deserves a better

the voice shushes

guiding my own hand and rubbing

little flower. The baby is going to be just fine. I

and I feel myself relax against him.

have to

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

on, little flower. You need to

slightly, too tired and feverish to think straight. “When I was little….” I mumble. “When I was little, my aunt would make grilled cheese

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

like… It tasted like comfort,” I whisper before dozing

The bed is empty, but there’s a variety of loud noises coming from the kitchen. There’s metal clashing, sizzling, and the

in and out of

a 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

and a small plate with a burnt grilled cheese sandwich. Besides it, there’s a bowl full of

on. Eat,” Marco commands, as if I were a

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

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

get this?” I

the little burn marks on his

lady. She was rather stunned to see a Lycan prince show up

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