Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 55 My Daddy Is The Best!

Tanya’s POV:

The midday autumn sun rests high in the sky, soothed by a breeze that remains calm and gentle towards all the outdoor stalls and laid out food for the family day event. It begins with various activities for all the families to participate in. Claire skips along in front of us, and I’m comforted by the high spirits that my daughter finds herself in. And I’m ever grateful to Marco for making that happen.

He walks calmly beside me. And whilst I wouldn’t blame him for feeling out of place surrounded by all the parents and children. He blends in perfectly. Conversations with other parents seem like a breeze for him, as he plays the role of a wonderful dad, fully in love with his daughter. I can’t help but admire him quietly whilst he speaks or smiles at my daughter’s playful antics. If only this was real life…

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Nevertheless, I savor the moment and enjoy the day. We get up to loads of things. First, we stop by a stall where you’re required to shoot targets to gain points, with the winner getting balloons as a reward. I watch one of the little boys, Elliot, that has been teasing my daughter walk up to her.

“My daddy is very good at shooting! He’ll win and get me those balloons!” he says.

The little boy’s father does shoot very well, hitting many of the nine-point targets, but fails to hit a ten pointer target with the ten shooting pellets made available. My child only shyly nods, clearly unaware of Marco’s ability as she turns to watch him take his turn.

Wanting to impress my little girl, Marco offers me a hint of a knowing smile, and closes his eyes. Even with Marco’s eyes closed, he easily hits the ten pointer targets with all his ten shots, causing the winner bell to sound off loudly. Claire is ecstatic, cheering delightfully as she’s given a bunch of balloons.

Elliot’s demeanor instantly changes, first to surprise, and then to one of sadness. My daughter notices this, and true to her morals, she turns to him. “Here, you can have one too.”

He blinks at her. “Really?”

“Mhmm…”

he stammers at first, but eventually the words tumble out of his mouth. “I’m

he stares up at Marco with a sense of admiration in his eyes towards the older man before him. Noticing this, Marco gently pats the little boy’s head in a

Marco a smile of approval, noticing his softness round children. He only gives me a small smile, avoiding

some form of teamwork between the family members. We must carry

the first half of the distance the child and one parent have to carry it, and then for the second half of the distance, both parents must carry it to the

Claire work together, squishing our cheeks intensely against the ball so it doesn’t fall, while

hands, so Claire and Marco have to maneuver carefully so they can switch positions. However, Claire is evidently eager to win, and a little too hasty in trying to get us to be quick. Without waiting for Marco

touch one another’s as we suddenly realize the misplacement of the ball that bounces below us. Our skin only touches for

help but both laugh from the embarra*s*sing moment. The crowd then cheers for the winning family. But because we are the losing team, we must receive a form of light-hearted punishment

to be sprayed with the water. Upon closing my eyes in preparation, I notice I am barely feeling any of the liquid on my skin. I open my eyes to see the large shadow

to bake a cake and decorate it within an allocated time frame. Course Claire is very excited, and use to baking cakes, since we tend to

Rolling up the sleeves of her shirt, and like a comical little chef, she calls out orders of what she needs us to do, totally

turns to get it, although, he stands for a couple of minutes, with a rolling pin and what looks to be another cooking utensil in his hand, secretly debating which

knowing look, while glancing to Marco. She follows my gaze, before smiling

he says, trying to

to do this as a family,” says Claire, “Don’t worry, we will teach you,”

My daughter and I only gather the ingredients needed, whilst we let Marco do the main practical elements. It’s difficult for him and he appears flustered

worry, you just have to keep kneading

becoming focused in his efforts, rolling, and kneading the dough as much as he can. He surprises himself as the dough eventually stops being so sticky, now becoming round and forming