Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

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:

family day event at Claire’s school, and I’m completely torn over the prospect of whether to go or not. It feels silly to even be debating over the idea as I walk down one of the roads, needing the fresh air to think over

up for family day instead, and something about that bothers me. I don’t understand why, nothing logical explains it. But just the thought of Caspian being there twists knots in

days has also been highly confusing. Lily clearly established that Tanya had maliciously distorted and destroyed her sense of smell, preventing her from ever being able to work as a perfume 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 is a vicious woman, capable

And yet.

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

feel Manuel stir from within

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

my head firmly, not able to respond to Manuel with anything other than that. Because something deep down inside me, even if I don’t want it

then, I see the old man that was in the store with Tanya when I first arrived. The old man

you for the other day! You distracted Tanya for me, so she’d quit nagging

Weren’t you being f*orc*ed to buy

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

at the perfume shop. And in turn, I have misunderstood Tanya’s nature entirely. I snap a quick glance at my watch, deciding that although I might be a bit late, I’d still be able to make it to

who continues to ramble about his beliefs, I hurry

Third POV:

Blue Moon Pack’s local and only school is buzzing with life and excitement. Situated in the heart of town, it maintains status for generations as the true beating organ that brings life and youth flowing

brought to life with colorful murals, and kindergarten paintings. While rainbow handprints decorate its arches that lead to the front doors.

no ordinary day. Today is Family Day! And the chatter from the surrounding cla*s*srooms is louder than usual as the clock ticks down

its song as cla*s*sroom doors are thrust open to spill out with children all in a hurry to gather their things. The 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 chatter from the

Claire, looking slightly feeble and overwhelmed. Her favorite doll is tightly pressed against her chest out of desired