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…”

you! Um,” he stammers at first, but eventually the words tumble out of his mouth. “I’m really sorry for teasing

the next stall, leaving me and Marco to smile at one another. As we walk past Elliot, 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 form

softness round children. He only gives me

requiring some form of teamwork between the family

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

at the starting line, with Marco waiting for us at the half-way point. The whistle blows and me and Claire work together, squishing our cheeks intensely against the ball so it doesn’t fall, while still trying to move as quickly as possible. However, we can’t help but laugh throughout the whole journey, I even see Marco trying to withhold his laughter at how silly we

have to maneuver carefully so they can switch positions. However, Claire is evidently eager to win, and a little too hasty in trying to

into mine. Our faces touch one another’s as we suddenly realize the misplacement of the ball that bounces below us. Our skin only touches for no longer than a second, but are so close,

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

skin. I open my eyes to see the large shadow like figure of Marco standing in front of me, taking the fall for me and letting himself get drenched in water so I don’t get w*et. I can’t help but smile

with a towel he’s been given, we all head to the cake baking and decorating station. We’re required to bake a cake and decorate it within an allocated time frame. Course Claire is very excited, and use to

calls out orders of what she needs us to do, totally unaware of Marco’s completely clueless to her words. “Daddy! I need a

a couple of minutes, with a rolling pin and what looks

gently pat my daughter’s arm, giving her a knowing look, while glancing to Marco. She follows my gaze, before smiling back at me. Together, we step over

he says, trying to hide

need to do this as a family,” says Claire, “Don’t worry,

the main practical elements. It’s difficult for him and he appears flustered at times. “But the dough is so sticky.

worry, you just have to keep

in understanding, before 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