I Am The Luna

A Light at the End

ZAIA. My heart skips a beat as I stare at Jai, my legs refusing to move when he rushes over to me and quickly puts his arm around me to help me up faster, not wanting to hurt my arm.

“Quick!” Panic fills me as I rush from the room, stumbling as the floor seems to move and bend and I close my eyes, following him blindly.

Calm down Zaia….

“Look!” he says with uncontained excitement. I open my eyes, my vision blurring as I stare at the bed, it takes me a moment to realise what he’s showing me and my heart thumps as I gasp.

The steady beeping of the machine fills the room, and I stare at the EEG machine screen. There’s brain activity!

Not just a faint spurt, but a steady rhythm of increased activity. Hope fills my scrambled mind and my heart leaps in excitement. Valerie… It’s working!

I look at the moon, hope filling me. Thank you, Goddess…

My breath hitches as her lips move ever so slightly, as she lifts two fingers a little before she relaxes into her pillows and the machine calms down.

But neither of us is devastated, because one thing is clear, it’s working. It’s working! Meaning my Val is coming back to me – to us!

Jai looks at me and I’ve never seen him happier. “She’s going to make it. Everything be damned if she’s going to come back.” He says, giving me a smile that I have not seen on his face in a while. 1

and Jai goes around the other side, caressing her hair and her cheek. His heart is racing and my own fills with warmth. He really needs this. “Valerie…” Jai says, lifting

quickly, but I

it. He’s remained strong, not given up hope, but seeing him like this meant deep down he

I’m happy

up hope, and she’s getting better. Thank you for not allowing her family to pull the plug.

she is to you.” I say softly. He nods before he seems

good night for him. I don’t need to ruin that. We’ll talk

night, Jai, I’ll talk to you in the morning.” I say. “She is going to wake up.” He nods, giving me

smile. I leave the room, closing the door silently behind me, and head upstairs. I tread carefully to the twin’s room. They’re

and it’s obvious she cried. herself to sleep. My heart squeezes as I gently pick up the book, not wanting to disturb

three squeezed into Sia’s bed, but they look content, so I don’t disturb them. Switching off the lamp, I fix the duvet,

quietly move back before I turn and tiptoe to the door. I pause,

I want is for everything to be alright so my children can have the life they deserve. One free

is

I’m sorry…

heels and necklace, dropping the

scent and his warmth welcome me and right now I need it. I rest my head on the edge of

going on… and I… I miss you.” I whisper, staring at the side of his face. So much has happened…

and press my lips against his. Tingles of pleasure rush through me, my heart pounding, and

around me, he is the one I feel I can truly trust. Please wake up. I brush my finger along his short beard as

Please…

to move back when his eyes open and I find myself staring into those brilliant sharp blues. My heart thuds as I stare down at him, it takes me a moment to

“Bastien!” I say, flinging my arms

as I sit back on my knees, placing my hand on his

me anytime.” He says, his voice thick and hoarse. I can’t help

he’s awake! Goddess! He’s

quickly get off the bed, rushing to get him. some water

out of him, he pushes through, his pride not letting him give up, and he manages

position and looks. at me, gripping his left flank. “Here,” I say, my heart thundering, and I raise the glass to his lips. He reaches up but grits his teeth as he

few big gulps before he

looking at me. I sit down beside him, and he lets go of his flank and places his hand on

not missing the hunger in them, and I’m very aware of the way his thumb is caressing my bare thigh. “What happened?” I ask as his gaze skims

ignite this désire inside of me. The way he’s looking at me is

at my thigh, removing his hand and looking at the symbol there. “What is going on and how long was I out

voice sharper now. “Not long, just a couple of days… but a

force him back. Right now, I’m stronger than him, and

feel like

fingers through his hair that falls. over his forehead, making