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.

Caspian helped put it together in one of the forest clearings, setting up chairs, laying a carpet down

last wish. And I wasn’t surprised to hear that Mr. Barlow would be officiating the wedding,

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, lifting his

deep breath of air, giving him a nod as I link my arm with his. We step out the changing room I have been in and make our way through the forest.

of the aisle. It is a small crowd, Caspian, Dylan, Lisa and little Claire. They

down the aisle in beat to the soft elegant music that’s being played. And waiting for us at the end is Mr. Barlow. He’s in a wheelchair, and I can’t help but notice the paleness of his skin as he grows weaker. But

and if I could give him one

the ceremony

today to join Marco and Tanya in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and

flow, beauty and grace. They lean on each other in difficult times, strengthen one 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,

I’m forever grateful I’ve gotten the chance to witness this union and see it through as I soon enter into the afterlife … now enough about me, the bride and

of our lives. And then finally, Mr. Barlow says. “Tanya,

and say.

Marco, do you take Tanya to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto

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

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

“Someone get me water!”

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 never

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