I Am The Luna

Chapter 25

ZAIA

I press my foot on the brake as I wait for the security guards to unlock the large gates that leads to the entrance of our home. Once the large gates swing open, I drive through.

“Good evening Madam,” the night security guard says, tipping his hat to me. “Good evening, Aaron,” I reply, sliding my car window up.

I glance up at the house when it comes into view. The upstairs window lights are on and due to the warmth, a few of the windows are open.

The sound of a child’s laughter reaches my ears, and it’s like music. I park up in the driveway and turning the ignition off, I get out and shut the door quietly, wanting to surprise them.

I lock the car doors and make my way up the three steps that lead to the large four-bedroom home. Dad did not hold back. He gave us this when we first arrived.

Not only is it in a private area, but it’s extremely secure on all sides. The property itself has large walls topped with spikes surrounding it.

“Come on, time for bed!” Mom’s voice rings in the air. Oh, he’s being a handful again!

the smile from spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind

to their bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage the back of my neck as

one wall with

me, wrapping his arms

at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father,

plane,” I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly.

the bed, hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s

do. She gets up and I sit down as the

dark copper-coloured

it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave…

much weight and is quite petite in size, but she’s no

fluttering open. Grey eyes stare back at me, and I nod. “Yes, my darling, I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’m

before I

a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built

she now… that is incredible, you two are incredible and so clever! Look at this amazing

see Mom slip out of the room, leaving me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them

asleep, but I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I slowly lift Zion up and put him

murmurs sleepily. “Goodnight my Superman,” I reply, kissing his cheek softly before pulling the bedsheet over

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