I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 138

60. A Father or I Am The Luna Chapter 138 By Moonlight Muse

ZAIA.

He shrugs, looking at me as if I had just accused him wrongly.

“I don’t know,” he says, feigning innocence as he turns when Sia comes into view. “Sia is causing problems.”

Mhmm, I’m sure that is as far from the truth as possible.

Her long auburn hair is in a high ponytail, and she’s all dressed and ready for the journey. She’s wearing a tweed white dress with black collars and tights. On top of it, she’s wearing a white fur coat with a matching hat.

“Mommy, he real-” she begins, but just then the doorbell rings, interrupting her. “Dad!” Sia turns her eyes, lighting up with excitement.

She runs to the door and so does Xander and I smile at Zion, who remains in his spot, despite the excitement in his eyes.

“I’ll go get your bags.”

He takes hold of my arm and tilts his head. “It’s Christmas. You should say hi at least, Mom.”

My heart skips a beat as I look into his piercing blue eyes, and I nod. “True, I will, don’t you worry.”

I don’t avoid him, but I need a moment to gather my emotions.

It’s hard though. Looking at Sebastian makes my heart become a frenzy, surging with powerful and intense emotions. I haven’t seen him in a while, but I’ve noticed over the last two years, that every time I see him, the pain and the bad memories no longer come to mind and that scares me because I don’t know how to react to that.

I know what it means… I have forgiven him, forgiven him for the broken trust.

It took me a lot of time to get to where I am now. After what happened, I was more closed off and was always on edge. Far more paranoid than I thought I would be.

Even sending the children to school made me so anxious, although they had trusted guards on the school premises throughout the day. Yet, I was still panicking and counting the hours until they got home in the evening.

I would check if Zade was indeed still locked up, always double-checking the locks and the windows several times before bed. The entire thing took a toll on me, but as the years passed, it became easier and I began to relax.

Remembering better times when things were safe. We are safe, despite the issues with the humans, we are doing ok. With the passing years, I began to remember the things I loved and the hobbies I had cast aside.

Watching movies, reading, late-night walks… playing the violin, dancing…

I found myself and despite the fact that I missed the man who has kept my heart captive all these years; I have found the me that I can be proud of. The door is pulled open by Sia and the biting cold of the blizzard hits me hard. The howling of the wind fills the room as Sia shrieks in excitement, hugging her dad.

“Daddy! I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Princess,” Sebastian’s deep husky voice responds. My stomach flutters and I dare look up at the man in the doorway.

Goddess, can a person get more handsome with every passing year? His black hair is brushed back, with a single strand falling in front of his face. There are a few streaks of grey which were there the last time I saw him, but they only add to his deadly charm. There’s a dusting of snowflakes over his shoulders and head, too.

His eyes snap to mine, those piercing blue eyes take my breath away. They flash silver as they look me over, head to toe, then back up until he’s gazing into my eyes once more.

There it is, that burning fire that makes me feel weak. I swallow hard, trying to remain composed, but it’s hard.

He’s wearing a black coat with grey fur around the hood. I can see he’s in black pants and black boots underneath.

“Dad! My bags are all packed!” Xander says, not wasting any time, eagerly wanting to leave as Sebastian looks away from me, smiling faintly at our youngest. He kisses Sia’s forehead then kneels down beside him, giving him a hug.

“Hold your horses’ son, we will leave soon, but the flight has been delayed.”

“Hey, Dad,” Zion says as he walks over to his father.

“Zion, hello son.” Sebastian pulls him in for a tight hug and I can’t help but smile, seeing the three look up at their dad with adoration and love.

The children love him, and he does a lot for them. I am so proud of the fact they have that strong bond with him. “How did your ice-skating gig go?”

“Oh, piece of cake.” Zion winks, “I did ok.”

He had spontaneously joined in on a winter competition last week and placed first.

“More than okay, he placed first,” I say, making them all turn to me.

My heart thuds, wishing I didn’t speak as Sebastian tilts his head, walking past the children.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from our son,” he says, his voice dropping a few octaves. “How have you been, Zaia?”

I try to smile, but my lips tremble slightly, trying not to focus on the fact he’s closing the distance between us.