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!

spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys down, I kick my heels off and stretch. Goddess, it’s

large square hallway and hurry up the carpeted stairs, glad I made it home before they fall asleep. The door to their bedroom stands open, there’re toys

the two beds that are against one wall with a chest of three drawers standing between

is home!” I gasp when my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping his arms

me with bright blue eyes

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

kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at me. “Ah Zaia, you’re home, thank

worries until I’m home and safe. That’s what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as the girl in the bed

copper-coloured hair, my

strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion, who looks

bload, but my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite

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 happy…” she says with a gigantic yawn. “Will you tell

nod before I

you want a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but

she now… that is incredible, you two are incredible and so

two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read

story, letting them drift into a deep

I reply,

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