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.

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 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 then,” is all he

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

one by one I take out the tools needed for the specified task, staying silent whilst working away at fixing the pipe,

forehead. I unclog the pipe from any residue that’s preventing waterflow, while also mending the small 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 so Marco can have a decent

time being. But I’d 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

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 library, before switching off the lights

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

house

Just his luck…

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 bed couldn’t be

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, he

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,

me. I can’t help but flinch in surprise, unintentionally wobbling the chair beneath me. I’m

Marco’s arms who has been standing behind 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

must snap myself out of a trance, and hurriedly stand which Marco complies with. We

the rain stops, during the day,” I say defeatedly, and Marco sighs in similar discontent. “You’re more than welcome to stay at mine for the night. I can sleep

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

silly, come on,” I