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!

spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind

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

beds that are against one

three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping his arms

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

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

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

safe. That’s what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as the girl in the bed stirs.

her dark copper-coloured hair, my

her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion,

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

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

before I turn

has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped

she now… that is incredible, you two are

shuggle into the bed, and I read them

both fast 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

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

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