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!

and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag

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 and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage the back of my neck as

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

I gasp when my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping his arms around

down at my little Zion, and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father, right

him in for a hug. “Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He runs off,

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

always 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 stirs. She’s already

her dark copper-coloured

it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion, who

doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in size, but she’s no

I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’m happy…” she says with

nod before I turn

airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped

is incredible, you two are incredible and so

leaving me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story

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

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

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