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!

on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys

door to their bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage the back

of the two beds that are against one wall with a chest

when my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping his arms around my thighs.” Mommy! I

smile 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

crouch down and pull him in for a hug. “Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok,

I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s

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

copper-coloured hair, my heart

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

much weight and is quite petite in size, but she’s no less

eyes fluttering open. 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 says with a gigantic yawn. “Will you tell us

nod before

a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped me,” he

now… that is incredible, you two are incredible and so clever! Look at this amazing

of the room, leaving me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story

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

Mommy…” he murmurs sleepily. “Goodnight my Superman,” I reply, kissing his cheek

the sheet around her.

her forehead softly, trying to soften the pain in my

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