I Am The Luna

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!

step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys down,

large square hallway 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 towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage

are against one wall with a chest of three drawers

barrels into me, wrapping his arms around my thighs.” Mommy! I made

down at my little Zion, and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father, right down to the dimples

I move back and tug his cheeks

Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as

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

back her dark copper-coloured hair, my

almost never made it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion, who looks older than his

Alpha bload, but my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite

she whispers, her eyes fluttering open. Grey eyes stare back at me, and I nod. “Yes, my darling, I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing her

before I

has built with Legos. “Yes, please,

did she now… that is incredible, you two are incredible and so clever! Look

room, leaving me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy who goes on an adventure to

fast asleep, but I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I slowly lift Zion up and put

murmurs sleepily. “Goodnight my Superman,” I reply, kissing his cheek softly

to Sia and fix the sheet around her. I feel her pulse in her wrist,

trying to soften the pain in

don’t know what’s wrong with her. But we aren’t giving