The Accidental Werewolf by Celice Wylder

"I can't believe I'm soon gonna get married, Loraine."

Loraine chuckled. She turned away from the mirror and looked at her beautiful five months pregnant sis sitting on the bed. "Well, you better, Leslie. I just wish mom and dad were here to see it."

Leslie let out a sigh and lowered her gaze as she remembered her parents. Their death was disheartening, though it's been two years. She cursed the day they decided to go on a vacation and boom, on their way back, the plane exploded with them in it. It was hard to contain the cries. Losing both parents at once was difficult to process, to handle.

Luckily, she still had Loraine who was always there as her big sister. Though she's adopted they've been sisters since she could ever remember.

It was even around the year her parents died, and when their will was pronounced that she discovered the truth about it. Everything her parents own, almost eighty percent was given to her. The company, the mansion, and some lands and properties with just a few given to Loraine.

Although, she's planning on soon giving Loraine all the properties. She deserves it.

Loraine walked and sat beside Leslie on the bed. "Why don't we go out, Les?"

Leslie looked at her. "To where?"

"Uh, a bar," Loraine answered unsurely.

Leslie chuckled. "Loraine, you can see I'm pregnant, right?"

Loraine nodded. "I know, but you won't be taking any beer. Just juices and we could just have fun and laugh away."

Leslie smiled. "Well, do not take beers either, 'cause I don't have any strength to carry you.'

Lorraine chuckled, shaking her head. "Don't worry about that, Marcel will be there."

Leslie's eyes brightened. "Really? He's coming too?"

Lorraine nodded. "Of course. Let's celebrate you both getting married in the next five months."

"I just can't wait to give birth," Leslie uttered excitedly.

Lorraine smiled. "Well, we all can't wait." She stood up from the bed and turned to her. "So, dress up, sis. Let's head out."

Leslie nodded and Lorraine left her room.

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