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

carpeted stairs, glad I made it home before they fall asleep. The door to their bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels

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

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

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

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, and I slowly stand up as I scan

I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at

She gets up and

brush back her dark copper-coloured

in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely

weight and is quite petite in

whispers, her eyes 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

nod before I turn

boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes,

now… that is incredible, you two are

the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy who goes

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

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

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