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.

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

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

myself out of the naughty daydream, and one by one I take out the tools needed for the specified task, staying silent whilst working away at

also mending the small cracks in its piping. The bathroom definitely

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

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 for the

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

moment, I realize that the house Marco is renting out has terrible

Just his luck…

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 bed couldn’t be saved, as a ma*s*sive leaking from above is pulling water onto it, accumulating into a ma*s*sive puddle that is causing the

highly visible through w*et blonde pieces of hair. And his eyes seem bloodshot, tired and clearly overwhelmed. His

was usually always on top of things. And for once, despite never willing to admit it, I can tell

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

help but increase the pace of its pulsing as I feel his strong solid arms beneath me. My

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

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

even 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 is all old and brittle, and the stove

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