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!

lock the door behind

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 I stop in the

against one wall with a chest of three drawers standing between the two

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

eyes and black hair. A spitting image

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

them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at me. “Ah Zaia, you’re home,

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

brush back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart clenching

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,

both are of Alpha bload, but my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in

whispers, 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 says with a gigantic yawn. “Will

before I turn

want a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped me,” he says, glancing at his

are incredible and so clever! Look at this

the room, leaving me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I

I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only

I reply, kissing his cheek softly before pulling the bedsheet

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