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!

unable to stop the smile from spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys down, I kick my heels off and stretch. Goddess, it’s

their bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage the back of my neck as

is sitting on one of the two beds that are against one wall with a chest of

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

at my little Zion, and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair.

say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He runs off,

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

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

back her dark copper-coloured hair, my

almost never made it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite

my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite

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 you tell us

before I turn

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

are incredible and so clever! Look at this

all shuggle into the bed, and I

asleep, but I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I slowly lift Zion up and put him into his own

Superman,” I reply, kissing his cheek softly

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