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!

I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys down, I kick my heels off and

the 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

two beds that are against one wall with a chest of three drawers standing between the two

me, wrapping his

Zion, and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting

I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He runs off, and I slowly stand up as I

and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams

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

her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart

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

have much weight and

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

nod before

gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped

are incredible and so clever! Look at this

see Mom slip out of the 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

them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I slowly

“Goodnight my Superman,” I reply, kissing his cheek softly before pulling the bedsheet over

fix the sheet around her. I feel her

her forehead softly, trying to soften

don’t know what’s wrong with her. But we aren’t giving up. We will find a way for