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!

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

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

sitting on one of the two beds that are against one

my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping

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

him in for a hug. “Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move back and

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

until I’m home and safe. That’s what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down

back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart

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

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

darling, I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’m happy…” she says with a gigantic yawn. “Will you tell us

before I

boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped me,” he

you two are incredible and

the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy who goes on an adventure to

they are both fast asleep, but I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I slowly lift Zion up and

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

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