Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 67

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 67 Wedding Ceremony

Tanya’s POV:

My skin can’t help but tingle to Marco’s touch, and I wonder why Marco chooses to brush my hair away from my neck. Was there something wrong with it?

“Were you able to get it?” I ask.

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“Yeah, it’s zipped up,” he replies, and upon feeling the dress is now secured, I turn round to face him. It feels strange to be in the wedding gown, and I try to hide the insecurity from the dress that shows off my small curves and cups my b*reas*ts nicely.

“Do I- do I look okay?” I can’t help but ask. Marco physically takes a step back, taking in all the fine details of my gown, before returning to gaze into my eyes.

“I think you look beautiful,” I can’t help the light flush that I feel rise upon my cheeks in reaction to his words. However, I still wonder if something is on his mind, and Marco seems somewhat preoccupied with his thoughts.

Despite my a*s*sumption, a second later whatever I thought I saw in his expression disappears entirely, and Marco returns to look at me with a neutral disposition. Maybe it was just my imagination, and the growing nervousness in my stomach for what we were about to do.

last minute, the reception is small. But Caspian helped put it together in one of the forest clearings, setting up chairs, laying a carpet down for the aisle, and a*s*sembling with members a beautiful flower altar shaped in an

doing this; they knew of Barlow’s last wish. And I wasn’t surprised to hear that Mr. Barlow would

aisle together, since my father wasn’t around. And in all honesty, even if this was real, I still didn’t think I would want my family here. With all these thoughts swaying around my mind, I finally hear the music begin.

I link my arm with his. We step out the changing room I have been in and make our way through the forest. The sun sits

slowly step towards the start of the aisle. It is a small crowd, Caspian, Dylan, Lisa and little Claire. They now stand

help but notice the paleness of his skin as he grows weaker. But what draws me away from all the real issues is the smile that’s on his lips, so broad and so proud, my eyes can’t

all, and if I could give him one last happy memory. Then that’s what

him, he begins the ceremony as normal, speaking as loud as he can

in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and

another when they must fight, and uplift each other in moments of joy. Their souls dance to the beat of their own drum, as both are loyal and compassionate beings that I’ve grown to love. They both somehow put up with me and I will forever cherish how they’ve taken care of this old man.” Our small crowd, and ourselves laugh and giggle to Mr. Barlow’s words, but

union and see it through as I soon enter into the afterlife … now enough

other for the rest of our lives. And then finally, Mr. Barlow says. “Tanya, do you take Marco to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking

and say.

take Tanya to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking

expect the raw emotion to drip through into his words. It is puzzling, since Marco doesn’t have to be sincere about any of this. And yet he is. He looks

to process Marco’s vows or his tone of voice. Instead, I notice Mr. Barlow leaning over uncomfortably, his head sagging so far forward that I have to kneel down and catch him, gently pressing his

“Someone get me water!”

and hands me a glass that I offer to the elderly man. He gulps down the liquid, before chuckling whilst continuing to cough. How he remains so

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