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!

to stop the smile from spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys

stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across

one of the two beds that are against one wall

me, wrapping his arms

with bright blue eyes and black

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,

Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead

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

her dark copper-coloured hair,

made it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion, who

Alpha bload, but my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in size, but she’s no less bright

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 you

before I

Do you want a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but

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

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

story, letting them drift into a deep

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

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