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…”

tumble out of his mouth. “I’m really sorry for teasing you before. I-

of admiration in his eyes towards the older man before him. Noticing this, Marco gently pats

Claire, I can’t help but sneak Marco a smile of approval, noticing his softness round children. He only gives me a small smile,

of teamwork between the

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,

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

is evidently eager to win,

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

we can’t 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

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

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 baking cakes,

a comical little chef, she calls out orders of what she needs us to do, totally

get it, although, he stands for a couple of minutes, with a rolling pin and what looks to be another cooking utensil

while glancing to Marco. She follows my gaze, before

just watch…” he says, trying to hide the insecurity in

family,” says Claire, “Don’t worry, we will teach you,”

we work on making the cake. 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

you just have to keep kneading it, trust in the

making fun of him, 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