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!

head, 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

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

are against one wall with a chest of

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

down at my little Zion, and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father,

say when I move back and

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

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

copper-coloured hair, my

hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years

Alpha bload, but my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and

I’m right here,” I

before I

boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped me,” he says, glancing at his

did she now… that is incredible, you two are incredible

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 discover

but I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I slowly lift

he murmurs sleepily. “Goodnight my Superman,” I reply,

the sheet around her. I feel her pulse in her

to soften

what’s wrong with her. But we aren’t giving up.