I Am The Luna

SEBASTIAN. The first words my son says to me are of my failure to my family, a reminder that no matter what, this is a time period they will always look back on and know I was not here.

The intense emotions I’m feeling being in the same room as them for the first time make me want to pull the three of them into my arms and never let go.

I want to hug them, kiss them, apologise to them, make them laugh, play with them, wipe away their tears and promise I’ll always take care of them. Is this the love of a father? I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling.

I love them; I love them so damn much. For the first time since they were born, we’re together, but I can’t simply pull them into my arms and promise them that from this day on everything will be alright. I am going to do my best to make up for the lost time.

They may only be three years old, but they are still old enough to understand everything. Zion’s question is proof of that. Zaia instantly moves forward, kneeling beside Zion as she holds our daughter.

“Zion, that’s because-” she begins, but I cut her off, placing a hand on her arm. Her heart skips a beat as our eyes meet, a questioning one in hers.

“I’m sorry son, but I hurt your Mommy and made her sad, so she decided to go away and take care of you where she knew you would be safe and happy,” ,”I explain, that lump in my throat going.

Zaia looks at me sharply, and I know she’s about to argue with me when I give her a look and shake my head.

“Let me handle this,” I say quietly. I know it’s been on her mind, but I can’t let the kids blame her for this. I was the one who messed everything up. The way I handled things was wrong.

Zion’s looking at me as he tries to remain brave and I reach out for his hands again and as much as I want to pull them into my arms and hug them both, I need them to be the ones to take the step willingly.

I clear my throat as silently as possible as I watch my son observe my hands.

“What did you do?” He asks curiously. His blue eyes remind me of mine, and I can’t help but smile faintly.

a smart little one, he gets that from

won’t do that anymore. Ever. I will always take care of all three of you. From here on I will never hurt your Mommy again and I will make up for the hurt

always be something I’ll regret. There is no way I can forgive myself for that, even though I

but I refuse to, knowing it’ll only mess with my emotions even more.

arms. I want to wake up to her

the time she needs. I just wish I understood what is going

have said. My arms are throbbing from being stretched out for this long. The jarring pain up my back and in my

before he turns

he steps forward and flings his

he holds onto me tightly, his heart beating strongly, and I close my eyes, trying to hold myself together as

son. I wrap my arms around him

This is my son.

top of his head. I promise I will protect the three of you

The feel of his hold, the rhythm of his heartbeat. Zion Toussaint-King future

an Alpha ready to protect his mother despite

to wipe those tears from her cheek. My gaze dips to

My princess.

as she begins to move

“Sia? I say softly.

The sound of her thumping heart reaches my ears, but a flicker of worry rushes through me when I hear her heart

It’s irregular…

flood me, and I remember Zaia telling me about her not being

watch as she kisses her cheek softly.” Sia… Baby, look, it’s Daddy,” Zaia whispers gently, placing her

it back. She looks up at me, her heart

to Sia, who has her head bent

as he looks at his sister, who now turns ‘slowly towards

glitter in her gorgeous grey eyes. She’s beautiful. The innocence on her face makes me want

eyes stinging as I try to contain

eyes. I reach for her, pulling her into my arms and hug

she gasps a few times, as

be around, Princess. Always. So, no tears, alright?” I say, trying to control

has overwhelmed me far more than I

looks up at me and nods as she struggles to calm herself. I plant a soft kiss on her

She exclaims softly, making Zion

on her face lighting up my world and

These two.

position and sitting on the floor. I lean