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.

looking at the floor, I speak to Marco. “I can fix it for you. I think the pipe is blocked…” I know the pipe is blocked. Marco stares at me for a moment, a long silence held

leave 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

needed for the

piping. The bathroom definitely needs a new pipework system, but that isn’t my problem to fix. It just needs to be mended so Marco can have a decent shower, and not be

recommend not showering for too long and keeping it on the colder settings,” I say with a sheepish smile. Marco only nods his head, and I can’t help but notice that he appears rather impressed with my handiwork. Course he doesn’t say this, but his gaze isn’t so cold

so I help my daughter get into her

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

I realize that the house Marco is renting out has terrible leaks in

Just his luck…

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

on his lips, the veins on his forehead or highly visible through w*et blonde 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. Despite seeing me,

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

loud clap of thunder surprises me. I can’t help but flinch in surprise, unintentionally wobbling the chair beneath me. I’m unable to regain my balance, and with little time to react, I find myself falling backwards to the

heart can’t help but increase the pace of its pulsing as I feel his strong solid arms beneath me. My

and hurriedly stand which Marco complies with. We both step out of the swampy

properly repair the ceiling till the rain stops, during the day,” I say defeatedly, and Marco sighs in similar discontent. “You’re more than welcome

the kitchen, noticing the messy situation it’s in. The equipment is all old and brittle, and the stove top

leaving Marco here to starve. “Don’t be silly, come on,” I say giggling lightly, gently pushing him out of the house. “One night