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!

my head, unable to stop the smile from spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting

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

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

me, wrapping his arms around my thighs.”

eyes and black hair. A spitting

hug. “Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He runs off, and I slowly stand up as I scan

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

what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as the girl

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

after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to

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

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

nod before I turn

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

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

two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them

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

“Goodnight my Superman,” I reply,

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