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!

inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my

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,

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

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

blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father, right down to the dimples in

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

hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at me. “Ah Zaia,

mothers do. She gets up and

brush back her dark copper-coloured hair,

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,

my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite

“Yes, my darling, I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing

before I turn

Do you want a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built

now… that is incredible, you two are incredible and so clever!

dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy who goes on

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

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

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