Filed to story: Pregnant By The Heartless Lycan King
Cathy’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as my sister runs into me.
“Thank the Goddess, I’m glad you’re home. I knew you wouldn’t be foolish enough to take that little tramp out for dinner tonight.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, frowning at her words.
“I think someone is playing a prank on your new wife, brother,” she says with a chuckle, but I don’t share her amusement. I clench my hands into fists at the way she says the word ‘wife’ like it’s an insult. “Someone sent roses to Tanya at work today with a note to meet her for Valentine’s Day dinner at the Dumonet. I figured someone else must have sent them since you’d never go for a romantic dinner on a full moon, but I just wanted to make sure.”
Rain continues to fall around us, soaking through the night. The image of Tanya waiting at home with a light on and a homecooked meal is replaced with the idea of her sitting in a restaurant, cold and alone, waiting for me. Concern stirs within my wolf. It takes me less than a heartbeat to decide what to do, and I let out a frustrated growl as I push past my sister and start rushing toward the restaurant.
“Marco, what are you doing?!” Cathy calls after me, but I ignore her. “Brother, tonight is a full moon! Have you lost your mind? If you go find her….”
The sound of the rain drowns out her words, and I don’t slow down. Fear is not in my nature, not even tonight. I have a responsibility to my wife, and I won’t abandon her, even as the magic of my wolf ripples through me. Every step is faster than the last, sending water splashing across the pavement. How long has Tanya been waiting for me? What must she think?
I grit my teeth, trying to suppress my rage as claws appear on my fingertips. I feel the lycan transformation threatening to take over, making me faster and swifter as I run through the street. When I reach the Dumonet, the restaurant is closed, and there is no sight of Tanya. I curse under my breath, scanning my surroundings. Where is she? Where could she have gone? Rage and worry brew within me. What if something happened to her? It’s pouring rain, and Tanya is pregnant. There’s a hollowness in my chest that I don’t recognize at the thought of Tanya, all alone in the cold and damp darkness. I need to make sure she’s safe. Not just because I have a responsibility to protect her as a husband, but because of… something else I don’t quite understand. All I know is that I need to find her.
I turn on my heel, ready to head back down the street, and continue searching for her, but then I catch a glimpse of red over by the sidewalk. Tanya doesn’t run from the rain or seek shelter herself from the cold. She just sits there, crouched on the curb outside the restaurant, soaking and shivering.
My wife is waiting for me.
Marco’s POV
She looks so small sitting on the sidewalk. At first, all I can feel is relief that she’s safe, and the wolf within me calms at the sight of her. Her black hair, which she’s pined into an ornate style, drips onto her glistening pale skin. The red dress is slick and clings to her figure, accentuating every soft curve. She shivers against the cold where she’s huddled under a tree, and I can’t help but wonder if she would have stayed there all night, waiting for me.
I can’t help the curiosity that fills me when I think of her. We came into each other’s life by pure accident, but I’ve never quite met anyone like her. No one has ever waited for me like that, with such loyalty and patience. It’s foolish and reckless but… sweet, and I’m annoyed by the odd sense of affection that fills me as I walk toward her.
Tanya’s POV
I brace myself from the cold to be best of my ability, but water trickles between the leaves of the tree I’m crouched under, soaking my gown in spite of my best efforts. But suddenly, the water stops, and I look up in surprise to see Marco holding a black umbrella over my head.
My heart skips a beat at the sight of him, and he wordlessly takes off his jacket, draping it over my shoulders and shielding me from the rain. He examines my shivering form with displeasure before speaking.
“You shouldn’t be out in this weather. How long have you been out here, foolishly waiting for me? You look like a sad little wet flower.”
Honestly? I’m not sure how long it’s been. I lost track of time a while ago, and right now, all I can think about is the fact that he’s actually here.
“I don’t know… but I couldn’t leave. I was afraid you’d show up, and I’d be gone. I couldn’t do that to you.”
He shakes his head with disapproval, and perhaps I have behaved like a petulant child. But he came, and he found me.
“And look,” I say softly. “Here you are now.”
He’s silent for a moment, considering my words as I look up at him, little droplets clinging to my lashes. Finally, he sighs, running a hand through his soaking hair.
“Tanya, I didn’t invite you to this restaurant tonight. Someone else sent the flowers. I don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day.”
My shoulders sag slightly in defeat as his words sink in. The roses, the restaurant… he really didn’t want to celebrate with me.
“Oh… that’s okay.”
Marco sighs, unconvinced. He kneels in front of me so he can look into my eyes.
“I had no idea it was so important to you. I’ve just never cared about the holiday that much, but if I’d known that you did, I would have spent it with you.”
Despite the cold, warmth starts to spread within me as he reaches for something, and my eyes go wide as he pulls out a small bouquet of wildflowers. The stems are slightly crushed, but the dainty petals are intact, and the droplets on them look like little diamonds, glittering in the night.
Marco’s POV
She looks so small sitting on the sidewalk. At first, all I can feel is relief that she’s safe, and the wolf within me calms at the sight of her. Her black hair, which she’s pined into an ornate style, drips onto her glistening pale skin. The red dress is slick and clings to her figure, accentuating every soft curve. She shivers against the cold where she’s huddled under a tree, and I can’t help but wonder if she would have stayed there all night, waiting for me.
“It’s late, so all the shops are closed now, but I came across these a short while ago,” he says, his voice softening. “They made me think of you, little flower. I’ll get you a formal Valentine’s Day gift later, but for now, this will have to do.”
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