I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 132

54. An Afternoon of Preparations or I Am The Luna Chapter 132 By Moonlight Muse

ZAIA.

I stare out at the passing streetlights as I make my way to the safe house, one of the few places that remained untouched after the final battle.

How am I supposed to feel after living life hurdle after hurdle, heartbreak after heartbreak? It feels surreal, even with the weeks having gone by…

But although the threat is over, it’s been replaced with other obstacles and the reminder of our losses remains, like an open wound healing slowly.

I close my eyes, reminiscing on the moment that Sebastian had turned to Zion and asked if we could bring Jai back…

(FLASHBACK)

“Son… Uncle Jai is hurt, let’s heal him as we did Sia,” Sebastian says as he kneels in front of Zion, who looks up at me before turning to Jai’s body.

“But… Daddy… Uncle Jai isn’t hurt… he’s gone.” Zion says, his eyes sparkling with tears as he hangs his head. “I’m sorry.”

Sebastian looks broken as he shakes his head and pulls Zion into his arms. “No, son, I’m sorry for asking.”

“I didn’t know… but I can undo the pain .” he whispers, looking at his Dad.

I frown as I hurry over and kneel beside him. “What do you mean, Zion?”

“I can undo all the pain, then no one has to remember this,” he says, spreading his arms. “Only me.” The smile that follows breaks my heart.

“No, my love, we won’t forget what happened because everything that has happened is a lesson that we all needed to learn. Even if it was the hard way.” I respond, cupping his cheeks and knowing that I will stand by that.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

It was a decision that not everyone agreed on at first… Valerie had asked if time was reversed, what would happen to Jai, to which Zion had sadly shaken his head and said uncle would have had to go home to the goddess, anyway. But it would be a different way.

Aran had asked that if that was possible, how would the ones who had committed crimes be punished, to which my little brave hero had replied that they would be punished and that the goddess would make it make sense!

It was enough. He was a child who was saying he had the gift to make people forget, but it could also be a curse… I don’t want anyone to ever learn of his ability. I want him to live the life he deserves, just like any other child. He does not deserve the weight on his tiny shoulders until he is old enough to carry it.

“We’re home Alpha.” My new driver, Simon, says as he parks up and walks around to open the door.

I get out, my hand naturally going to my stomach for a moment before I walk towards the house, as he unloads the groceries from the trunk.

Today is Aran’s birthday, which either no one remembers, or no one cares about, however, I thought it was the perfect excuse for everyone to gather and perhaps make amends. Heal the damaged relations between one another.

Once, long ago, Dad and Aran were friends-now without their manipulative wives in their lives, perhaps that is something they can work on.

Valerie could use Atticus here, and I am so grateful that he has been making an effort with her. He truly is a gem.

The children could use some happiness around them too.

Taking off my heels, I slip my feet into some slippers and straight away head to the kitchen, ready to prepare for the evening. I have a few hours before everyone arrives.

“Now, where are my little helpers?” I ask, planting my hands on my hips, and glancing around. I hear their little giggles as they jump out from behind the counter.

“Here we are!” they shout before bursting into giggles. Sia is even more hyper than Zion, just proving how much her health had been affecting her.

I feign surprise as I step back, making them giggle again.

“We scared you Mommy, didn’t we!”. Zion says.

“You both did! Now here is…” I rummage in one of the grocery bags and pull out a few packets of balloons. ” Your first job.”

They both stare at me with excitement, hurrying over and grabbing them from me.

“Oh balloons…” Zion says with approval.

“Yes, we blow them all!” Sia says. “I can huff and puff like a strong wolf now!”

My little angel.

“Yes, you can, so how about you both go blow these up?” I suggest, handing them two small pumps.

“But Mommy, we don’t know how to tie the balloons,” Zion says, a little disheartened.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sure your father is lurking around somewhere. He’ll help and maybe it’ll keep him out of the kitchen.” I say. That man needed an excuse to be around, and I can’t deny that it is hard when he is.

They nod fervently, bundling their items in their arms, and hurry out of the room.

I smile at their excitement and hope it keeps Sebastian busy, too. I know what I need to do, and what I have to do, but I can’t deny that facing it won’t be easy.