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 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 I’ve caused her… Deal champ?”

is no way I can

Zaia, but I refuse to, knowing it’ll only mess with my emotions even more. I want her so damn

with everything I have. I want her in my arms. I want to wake up to her by my side and fall asleep with her in my arms every night of my

she’s still struggling with the past and I am willing to give her the time she needs. I just wish I understood

over what I have said. My arms are throbbing from being stretched out for this long. The jarring pain up my back and in my leg threatens to topple me over at any minute, but I am not about to

looks at Zaia once more before he turns

says before he steps forward and flings his arms around my neck, almost sending me

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

son. I wrap my arms around

This is my son.

head. I promise I will protect the three of you with all I have. This

of his hold, the rhythm of his

an Alpha ready to protect his mother

to wipe those tears from her cheek. My gaze dips to the back of

My princess.

and she nods slowly as she begins

“Sia? I say softly.

thumping heart reaches my ears, but a flicker of worry

It’s irregular…

concern flood me, and I remember Zaia telling me about her

watch as she kisses her cheek softly.” Sia… Baby, look, it’s Daddy,” Zaia whispers gently, placing her on the floor. Her gorgeous hair slips from behind

back. She looks up at me, her heart skipping a beat, but this

back to Sia, who

onto me as he looks at his sister, who now

her face makes me want to shield

to contain my own emotions. Her lips quiver before she bursts into

she rubs her eyes. I reach for her, pulling her into my arms and hug her tightly, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back

gasps a few times, as if trying to

right here, and I’m always going to be around, Princess. Always. So, no

overwhelmed me far more than I

I plant a soft kiss on her forehead,

is tickly!” She exclaims softly,

her face lighting up my

These two.

position and sitting on the floor. I lean back against the bed as I