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!

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

there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage the back of my neck as I stop in

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

barrels into me, wrapping his arms around my thighs.” Mommy! I made an

he stares back at me with bright blue eyes

a hug. “Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He runs off, and I slowly stand up as I scan the

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

mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as

back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart

almost never made 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 looks

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

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

nod before I turn

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 sister

incredible, you two are incredible and so

slip out of the room, leaving me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy who goes on an adventure to

asleep, but I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I

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

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