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…”

his mouth. “I’m really sorry

his eyes towards the older man before him. Noticing this, Marco gently pats the little boy’s

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

of teamwork between the

faces. Pressing it between our cheeks to carry it there. For 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

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

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

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

And we can’t help but both laugh from the embarra*s*sing moment. The crowd then cheers for the winning

notice I am barely feeling any of the liquid on my 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 at the sight of

and decorate it within an allocated time frame. Course Claire is very excited, and use to baking cakes, since we tend to do it a lot at home.

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

watch as Marco turns to get it, although, he stands for a couple of minutes, with a rolling pin and what looks to be another

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 to

just watch…” he says, trying

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

whilst we let Marco do the main practical elements. It’s difficult for him and he appears flustered at times. “But the dough is so sticky. How is this meant to turn into

just have to keep kneading it, trust in the

but he doesn’t. He nods his head 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 and forming