Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Chapter 50

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 50 Daddy!

Tanya’s POV:

I’m taken to the hospital by customers who are more than happy to drive me there, and I’m thankful for their generosity. The pain is immense, and I find myself cradling my tummy to cope with the on sudden rush. Every unexpected jolt of the car strikes pain through my body, and I desperately try not to cry.

Finally, we make it. The customers help keep me on my feet as we make our way in. My clear baby bump makes it evident to the staff of my situation. I’m placed on the gurney and rolled into one of the rooms before they move me onto a bed. Despite its softness, it doesn’t ease the awful cramps that start escalating in pressure.

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The hospital staff all look like worker bees, rushing to and from the room to prepare for the birth. One carries towels, another soft blankets. One adjusts the position of my bed so my back is slightly raised, whilst another attaches me to fluids, injecting the top of my wrist with a needle.

One of the nurses also sets up an ultrasound, quietly rubbing a cold paste over my bump, before rolling a medical instrument over it. Her brows furrow slightly, but before I can ask, she finishes, and puts everything away, flitting out of the room.

Eventually, I hear the nurses talking to each other, saying that my baby is slightly in the wrong position for birth. My breathing escalates in stress, as I worry for my unborn child. I feel myself start to panic, wanting to ensure the safety of my baby.

However, the doctor comes into my field of view with a warm smile, she rests a hand on mine, trying to calm me.

“Don’t worry Tanya, we will take good care of you, just keep doing what you’re doing,” she says,

Sweat soaks my forehead, but I nod hesitantly, still immeasurably worried. Either way, I start pushing again. I can’t help but scream out from the indescribable pain as the cramps come in waves, some staying longer than others.

This lasts for what I feel like hours, and still no sign of my baby being born. I’m growing weaker by the minute, unable to push like when I initially went into labor. Sweat exudes from my body, and my hair appears frazzled and untamed.

I’m close to losing hope and losing all my strength, and I find myself on the verge of passing out. Till one of the nurse’s eyes shine with bright excitement, hurrying over to my side.

“Keep going Tanya! I can see the baby’s head! You’re almost there!” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

With all my might I push one more time, and I feel a sudden rush of relief through my system as I feel the baby being born. A cheer erupts from the hospital staff that surround me, and even from the customers who are waiting for me outside.

A nurse immediately swoops up my baby into her arms, tapping the baby’s back until a clear cry encompasses the birthing room. She places my baby in a small medical ba*s*sinet, checking the vital organs, and ensuring the airways are clear, being sure my baby is fully healthy and doesn’t need any important medical attention. Satisfied, she picks up my baby again, turning to me.

“Congratulations hun, it’s a baby girl.”

The nurse steps towards me, before slowly placing the baby in my arms. And despite my exhaustion, I look down at my daughter with a sincere smile. Watching as she slowly opens her eyes to reveal optics of the truest blue, a mirror image of her father’s.

5 years later

Marco’s POV:

I know I have a temper. And I know the people around me know I have a temper. The palace’s residents stay well away as I storm my way towards one of the meeting rooms, a deadly gaze bearing down on anyone too close to my vicinity.

Not bothering with knocking, I shove the door open, stepping through and unapologetically interrupting the nobles conversing. None of them are of interest to me, just my brother. I stalk my way to the head of the table where he’s sitting, a hushed chill following my movements.

I slam down papers on top of whatever Eric’s been working on. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me that you’re cutting down the Blue Moon Tree?”

Unlike the other members of his council, Eric looks indifferent to my rageful brigade. “The Blue Moon Pack’s economy is pitiful Marco. It’s completely backwards and needs to be industrialized for there to be economic growth. And the best way to do that is to place a dam. And that needs to go exactly where the Blue Moon Tree is situated,” he states logically.

“Well, I completely refuse to allow this.”

Eric only smiles frigidly to my objection. “That’s why I chose not to tell you. I know the Blue Moon tree is very important to you. And we can’t afford to let our emotions get in the way of making essential decisions which are in the best interest of the Kingdom.”

Fury brewed within, but I showcase nothing but an icy glare, despite wanting to punch the smile off Eric’s face. My eyes flicker to the surrounding gentleman, before returning to look at my brother, and eventually, I mirror his c*oc*ky smile. “Do you really want to cut down the tree because you care about the Kingdom? Or is it just because you want to help your mother destroy the one thing that’s important to me, and was important to my mother?”

I know my words have hit a nerve as Eric’s expression falters. I get a second to glimpse behind my brother’s carefully crafted fagade, before he’s able to build back his wall, a calm and gentlemanly smile returning to his lips as he responds.

“Well, since we can’t come to an agreement on this, I’ll give you a month to find a way to increase the Blue Moon Pack’s economic growth. Exactly one month. If you find a way, I’ll drop the proposal, but if you can’t, then the tree will be cut down as originally planned.”

With the deadline in mind, I waste little time, and leave for the Blue Moon Pack the very same day.

But upon arriving at the entrance, a bunch of people come to greet me. I’m given numerous handshakes and I’m offered hotel flyers from various individuals wanting to rent out their houses or hotels to me upon realizing I’m not from the area. Some even offer to give me tours and take me to all the best places.

The unprecedented enthusiasm is almost a little too overwhelming, till a loud wailing bursts through the air. I must stop myself from flinching at the piercing cries, looking to my surroundings to try and find the source. I eventually find myself looking down at my feet, where a young woman bawls her eyes out whilst on her knees. “What is the meaning of this?” I ask, failing to hide my irritation.

“Please- please sir! My father has just passed away, and I have no money. But if you rent my room, it will be enough to buy a grave for him. Oh, please sir.”

I study the girl with an unwavering gaze, my expression remaining emotionless despite her weepy state. “Fine,” I say, accepting the flyer from her pleading hands. “One month.”

It’s all I have to say before the girl springs spritely to her feet, a wide smile beaming on her lips. “Yes, course sir, I’ll ready it right away!” and without another word she rushes off.

Whilst the young woman readies my room, I make my way quietly towards the Blue Moon Tree, my gaze befalling upon the beautiful monument. Its elegant branches stretch up towards the glistening sun, as its ribbons of love dance to the swaying breeze.

I’m humbled to think about my parents standing beneath it, devoting their love to one another beneath its glory. I saunter towards the tree, eyeing the many ribbons that decorate its woody limbs. But my eyes seem drawn to one ribbon in particular that somehow looks familiar.

However, I’m momentarily pulled away to the sound of a little girl’s laughter. I turn to see an Alpha playing with her. The Alpha offers her a candy as he says. “Oh, dear child, stop always calling me your uncle. I want you to call me daddy!”

With the ribbon still at the back of my mind, I turn back to the tree, gently reaching up to take it. But before I can, the corner of my eye catches the rush of movement to my right. I turn only for the little girl to collide with me, wrapping her dainty childish arms round me in a hug.

With her face buried in my lower chest, all I initially see is her black hair that falls to her shoulders in soft delicate waves. But eventually she pulls back, peering up at me with sapphire eyes that are filled with childlike zest.

“Daddy!”