Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 52 Neighbor

Tanya’s POV:

Some part of me is hoping for a different reaction from my past love, maybe some form of acknowledgment that would change everything. But hope is often a feeble thing, that can be harshly shattered by the realities of life. This cruel reality crushes my expectations and longing, as Marco completely blanks me. His glares daggers into my heart as he turns away and moves into the next door house.

Not wanting my daughter to see my misplaced feelings, I take Claire’s hand and head into our home. I prep dinner, and we eat whilst she tells me all about her day. I always love listening to her stories of what she got up to. And despite the lingering desire to speak to the man next door, I remain enthusiastic and present in our conversations.

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Later however, as I’m washing the dishes, I hear a loud sound coming from Marco’s house. Recalling Lisa’s request, my eyes widen with realization. With Claire, we rush out the door and into the other. The bathroom light is on, and I hear Marco cursing in clear annoyance.

Fearing the worst, I rush into the bathroom, only to be halted in stunned realization. Marco is completely from top to bottom. He’s stood in the shower, covered in foam with soapy bubbles in his hair. I quickly avert my eyes immediately, my cheeks growing red with an apparent blush. My daughter on the other hand isn’t as afraid or ashamed to state the obvious.

“Daddy’s !”

While taking short quick glances, I notice Marco’s expressionless stare, although, hidden beneath is a slowly formulating glare of anger? embarra*s*sment? I couldn’t tell. But in response, I hurry to cover my daughters’ eyes, who childishly struggles to try to remove my fingers, thinking it is just a silly game.

for a moment, a long silence held in the air, till I hear him sigh, recognizing he is putting aside his pride despite his dislike for me at the moment. “Fix it

Claire in the living room, quickly grabbing my tools from next door, before returning. By then, Marco has stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel round his waist. He’s still drenched in soap however, so I try not to stare whilst stepping past his muscular chest. If only he knew how often I ran my hands

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cracks in its piping. The bathroom definitely needs a new pipework system, but that isn’t my problem to fix. It just needs to be mended

time being. But I’d recommend not showering for too long and keeping it on the colder settings,” I

It is already pretty late, so I help my daughter get into her pj’s and help her fall asleep. I read her one of the bedtime stories we borrowed from the

back gently as time slowly escapes us. I’m starting to fall asleep when her little voice rings out sleepily through the darkness. “Mommy, it’s raining outside,” just then, a loud thunderclap causes the house to shudder. It f*orc*es me awake, I get up

the house Marco

Just his luck…

Marco’s house for a second time tonight, pushing through the door I find my shoes stepping onto murky grim carpet that is now soaked. I move quickly, pushing the door to his room as I hear the clear sound of running water, almost sounding like a river or stream. It feels like a scene out of a comedy film, as I enter to find buckets, pots and pans littered about the room in an attempt to isolate the rainwater. However, the

pieces of hair. And his eyes seem bloodshot, tired and clearly overwhelmed. His clothes are drenched, as are some of his belongings that he has unpacked.

the image of him amusing. It was not often that I saw Marco in a situation where he’s at a complete loss of what to do. He was usually always on top of things. And for once, despite never willing to admit it, I can tell he needs help. Even though it is humorous, I don’t want to further damage his pride. I silently get to work. I pull out one of the chairs and set it underneath the leaky ceiling, taking a minute to study the situation, and what was causing the

wobbling the chair beneath me. I’m unable to

me all this time. My heart can’t help but increase the pace of its pulsing as I feel his strong solid arms beneath me. My pet*ite frame is pressed against his chest, as we lock eyes. And I can’t help but once again drown in his ocean optics that stare

out of a trance, and hurriedly stand which Marco complies with.

defeatedly, and Marco sighs in similar discontent. “You’re more

before I can finish my sentence, Marco is fiercely shaking his head. But, at the same exact moment, his stomach grumbles loudly. In response I gaze at the kitchen, noticing the messy situation it’s in. The equipment

here to starve. “Don’t be silly, come on,” I say