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…”

stammers at first, but eventually the words tumble out of his mouth. “I’m really sorry for teasing you before. I- I won’t do it

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 of high regard for his actions. In reaction Elliot smiles

his softness round children. He only gives me a

game requiring some form of teamwork between the family members.

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

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

reach Marco’s location. We can’t touch the ball with our 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 to be fully ready, she removes her cheek from the ball,

suddenly realize the misplacement of the ball that bounces below us. Our skin

cheers for the winning family. But because we are the losing team, we must receive a form of

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

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. However, Marco’s silence seems to

comical little chef, she calls out

looks to be another cooking utensil in his hand, secretly debating which is

gaze, before smiling back at me. Together, we step over to

he says, trying to hide the

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

gather the ingredients needed, 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

you just have to keep kneading it, trust in the

efforts, rolling, and kneading the dough as much as he