Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 54 Why Don’t You Wear Your Wedding

Marco’s POV:

It warms my heart to see the relief in Claire’s eyes as she realizes it is me. She eagerly takes my hand as I take her away from her bullies and safeguard her from them. However, I can’t help but stiffen as the child for the third time this week encompasses me in a hug. Her dainty arms doing their best to wrap around my understandably larger body.

I always have a particular softness towards children. To adults, I have no desire to showcase any form of remorse or whittle down my brashness. But with children… there is something about their innocence that captures my attention.

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My negative outlook on people’s intentions never befalls on children. Even with their temper tantrums, they have a level of purity with regards to the world around them. You could never blame them simply because they don’t understand enough about life. They are always good intentioned, or at least oblivious to the consequences of their actions. How could you be mad or mean to something so fragile?

Hence, despite my lack of capability to maybe communicate on their level, I have a desire to protect them full heartedly. Even now, as Claire wraps her arms around me, I only gently rub her back to comfort her. And it soothes me to think she knows that she can count on me.

Reaffirming that I’ve made the right decision to come today…

Once I’m a*s*sured Claire will be okay, I let her join the other kids all seated in their cla*s*s groups on a mat in front of the stage. I then turn and walk over to Tanya, who’s clearly surprised to see me. But we don’t have much time to talk as the host who must’ve been the school principal speaks into the microphone.

crowd cheers excitedly. A burgundy silk curtain suddenly drops down behind the

behind it. The dads must then take turns trying to guess which hand is their wife’s hand,” upon saying this, a loud ‘oooo’ of anticipation ripples through the crowd. “Let’s begin! Up you

admittedly a comical event,

laugh off their mistakes, while others don’t take the news too well. One of the wives comes out to whack her husband at the back of head, which both Tanya and I

of minutes, with the host commentating the event throughout. The audience of teachers, parents and children all enjoy the show. But eventually, it’s my

front of me. I have initially been worried when the host first announced this activity. I don’t want to embarra*s*s

only need to take one glance at the lineup of feminine limbs, before my gaze lands on one with utmost confidence. To my surprise, there is no hesitation, and my feet move without me asking them to. I’m silent in my brigade across the stage, the crowd

neither am I seconding guessing myself. But almost in bewilderment to how sure I am. As the wind whistles

any close attention to any of Tanya’s features. Sure, she is in fact very pretty. But due to Lily’s established conviction that she is evil and downright terrible, I have mostly been looking at Tanya over the last few days through lenses colored and blurred by false

for the hand before me, comforted by its softness. The hand seems hesitant at first, almost like the person behind it is also astonished with my findings. Eventually I grasp her fingers firmly, and gently pull her through the burgundy curtains that slowly brush past her elegant figure. Tanya

is something so familiar about having her hand in mine. The way her palm pressed into mine, and how her delicate fingers fit

is her hand? Even more confusing, is the doll Claire has been holding on to. It could’ve been any old doll, but it strangely looks like me, it has my

applauds my decision. The host comes over to congratulate the both of us. I turn to look at the kids who have been bothering Claire.

at Tanya’s hand as it still rests in mine. And I sense that something is missing. Confusion is displayed in her features whilst I curiously twist

it hits me! A ring. Since the day we met, I’ve never

Tanya’s POV: