Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 53

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 53 I’m Claire’s Father

Tanya’s POV:

I’m extremely flustered and embarra*s*sed by my daughter’s words, as I glance between her and Marco also appears slightly taken back. Finally, I kneel to my daughter so I’m at her eye level. “Honey, why do you keep calling Marco daddy?”

Almost as if convinced by her conviction, she responds with little hesitation, looking at me with pure childish innocence. “Because he has the same blue eyes as me!” she squeaks, playing with her fingers as if she’s suddenly nervous from all attention paid towards her by the both of us.

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Nevertheless, she continues to explain. “And I like Marco, I want him to be my daddy. I feel it in my heart,” she places a hand on her chest, before turning round to face Marco, and running into his arms without question, looking up into his eyes. “And I’m very cute, and Marco is very handsome, so you must be my daddy.”

She is utterly adorable as she provides an explanation to her obvious childlike thought process. But you couldn’t deny the purity of her beliefs. I find amusement in my daughter’s words, and even Marco can’t help a small smile slipping onto his lips.

“Can you please come to my school’s family day?” she pleads.

Marco pats Claire’s head like a gentle giant, but still turns down her proposition, although he does so carefully, trying not to upset her. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I’m not your father.”

Trying to soften the blow, I come up to my daughter’s side, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t we ask Caspian or Dylan to come to family day, they’ve witnessed your growth,” I say softly.

But Claire repeatedly shakes her head, clearly adamant about her wishes. “Everyone knows Caspian isn’t my daddy. I want Marco to come…”

Marco’s POV:

or not. It feels silly to even be debating over the idea as I walk down one

don’t understand why, nothing logical explains it. But just the thought of Caspian being there twists knots in my stomach and unsettles me in a manner that harbors some form of inner anger. It stirs aggravation within me that doesn’t make

designer again. And I saw Tanya treating customers horribly, forcing them to buy her perfumes just for money, which put a horrible taste in my mouth. I should believe that Tanya

And yet.

opposite of what I presumed. She appears to be an incredibly hard-working mother, going out of her way to ensure safety and happiness for her daughter. And during all the crazy unlucky events I had to deal with within that horrible house, Tanya was there, fixing things and helping me out where she could. When she

walk and ponder, I eventually feel Manuel stir

so familiar, something that feels like home… were drawn to her somehow Marco… why not get to know

with anything other than that. Because something deep down inside me, even if I don’t want it to, agrees with

Tanya when I first arrived. The old man strolls up

distracted Tanya for me, so she’d quit nagging me about my health issues and stop giving me those

confused. “Give? Weren’t you being f*orc*ed to

me, and says my love for alcohol is going to k*il*l me one day. She was giving me the perfumes she made especially for me to help with all my health problems,” he says. “But my motto is if you aren’t happy, you aren’t truly living. And alcohol makes me happy, even if the

that I have misinterpreted the situation at the perfume shop. And in turn, I have misunderstood Tanya’s nature entirely. I snap a quick glance at my

the old man who continues to ramble about his beliefs, I

Third POV:

and excitement. Situated in the heart of town, it maintains status for generations as the

many moons ago are brought to life with colorful murals, and kindergarten paintings. While rainbow handprints decorate its arches that lead to the front doors. Pinboards are littered with posters and important notices cover

chatter from the surrounding cla*s*srooms is louder than usual as the clock ticks down to the end

quickest among them rush outside, all lining up to wait patiently for their parents. Outside, stalls for food and activities are being set up by the older children with their teachers. While janitors help hang up the decorations. The principal is hurrying back and forth across the stage, making sure all is ready for the big day. Light-hearted and cheery music can be heard from the surrounding speakers, but it’s ultimately drowned out by the

the crowd stand Claire, looking slightly feeble and overwhelmed. Her favorite doll is tightly pressed against her chest out of desired comfort, while eyes scan the slow filtering in of parents walking past

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