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!

to 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 heels off and stretch. Goddess, it’s been a

there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage the back of my neck as I stop

beds that are against one

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

and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father, right 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, Mommy!”

notice her in the bed, hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly

what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as

back her dark copper-coloured hair,

made it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years

have much weight and is quite petite in size, but she’s no less bright than her

right here,” I

nod before I

want a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with

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

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

both fast asleep, but I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I

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

the sheet around her. I feel her pulse in her

her forehead softly, trying to soften the pain

wrong with her. But we aren’t giving up. We will find a