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!

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 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.

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

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

eyes and

him in for a hug. “Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He runs off, and I slowly stand up as I scan the room for my

bed, hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at

do. She gets up and I sit down as the girl

back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart

until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion, who looks older than his

but my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in size, but

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

before

up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes,

you two are incredible

shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy

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

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

the sheet around her. I feel her pulse in her wrist,

to soften

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