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!

stop the smile from spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys down, I kick my

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 the back of my

beds that are against one wall with

into me, wrapping his

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 in his

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

hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at me. “Ah Zaia, you’re home, thank

That’s what mothers do. She gets up and

brush back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart clenching

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

my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in size, but she’s no less bright

me, and I nod. “Yes, my darling, I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’m happy…” she says with

before I

airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look

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

dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and

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

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

turn back to Sia and fix the sheet around her. I feel her pulse

trying to soften the pain in

don’t know what’s wrong with her. But