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!

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,

bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I

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

when my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping his arms around my thighs.”

he stares back at me with bright blue eyes

“Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move back and

the bed, hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at me. “Ah Zaia, you’re home, thank the

do. She gets up and I sit down as the girl in the bed stirs. She’s already

her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart

she was deemed strong enough

Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in size, but she’s

and I nod. “Yes, my darling, I’m right here,” I

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 look at my plane. Sia helped me,” he says, glancing at his

is incredible, you two are incredible

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

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

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

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