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!

unable 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

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 neck as I stop in the doorway and peer

is sitting on one of the two beds that are against one wall with a chest of three drawers

I gasp when my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping

stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father, right down to the dimples

move back and tug his

Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s

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

copper-coloured hair, my

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

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

she whispers, her 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

before I

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

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

drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and

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

“Goodnight my Superman,” I reply, kissing his

Sia and fix the sheet around her. I feel her pulse in her wrist, frowning

softly, trying to soften the

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