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.

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

this; they knew of Barlow’s last wish. And I wasn’t surprised to hear that Mr. Barlow would be officiating the wedding, that man truly was a

Marco and I had decided we’d simply walk down the 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. Marco comes to stand beside me,

as 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 high in the sky today,

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

the end is Mr. Barlow. He’s in a wheelchair, and I can’t help but notice the paleness of his skin

give him one last happy memory. Then that’s what I’ll

begins the ceremony as

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

souls dance to the beat of their own drum, as both are loyal and

grateful I’ve gotten the chance to witness this union and see it through as I soon enter

Marco take turns saying our vows, both in different ways expressing our willingness to take care of each other for the rest of our lives. And then finally, Mr. Barlow says. “Tanya, do you take Marco to be your husband? Do you

and say. “I

promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking

his words. It is puzzling, since Marco doesn’t have to be sincere about any of this. And yet he is. He looks deep into my eyes,

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,

“Someone get me water!”

offer to the elderly man. He gulps down the liquid, before chuckling whilst continuing to cough. How he remains so light-hearted in such a serious situation, I’d

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