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 keys down, I kick my heels off

square hallway 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

against one wall with a chest of three

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

blue eyes and

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 the room for my little

bed, hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up

what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as the girl in

brush back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart

strong enough to leave…

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

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

nod before I turn

bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes,

two are incredible and so clever!

into the bed, and I read them a story

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

reply, kissing his cheek softly before pulling

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