I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 140

62. A Moment or I Am The Luna Chapter 140 By Moonlight Muse

ZAIA.

Sebastian left for town despite my worry that the weather looks extremely rough, but I’m sure he’ll be fine. He is a big boy.

Big indeed.

A very dirty image flashes through my head of Sebastian naked with his hand around his cock and the wooden platter I’m holding slips from my fingers when I realise what I had just pictured.

Goddess!

My cheeks burn as I kneel down, picking it up as Sia and Zion rush inside, worry clear on their face.

Zion reaches me first as Sia picks up the platter.

“Are you ok Mom?” he asks worriedly, taking my hands and checking for injuries.

“I’m fine. I was just a little clumsy,” I reply sheepishly.

“Oh, that’s not like you Mommy!” Sia tilts her head, observing me with concern. I blush as I stand up. “I was a little distracted.”

The twins look at one another before nodding slowly.

“Oh… now we get it. Cool.” Zion grins before taking Sia’s hand and both leave the room. I watch them suspiciously. What does that even mean?

I exhale deeply, placing a hand on my chest.

No more thinking of Sebastian… I need to get to work on dinner. I initially thought I’d be alone and would have had leftovers, but now I need to make sure I do have food for the evening.

There’s not much to work with but I have potatoes and… I open the freezer door smiling when I see the breaded cod fish.

I think we can have fish and chips for dinner.

I get to work, peeling and slicing the potatoes, wondering when Sebastian will get back. Time seems to be passing by slowly and I’m feeling restless as I keep glancing at the time.

Is Sebastian ok?

Should I try to reach out to him via the link?

No, he might think I’m worried.

Sighing, I rinse the potatoes slowly. I had told the chef to have the rest of the holidays off, so it’s just me. I place the washed potato down, picking up two more.

I rinse them off, frowning as I notice the water isn’t draining as fast as it should. Is something stuck in the sink? I place the potatoes down as I prod a barbeque stick down one of the drain holes.

Hmm, the water’s still clogged, what is wrong with it? I place the stick down and open the cabinet beneath the sink, looking at the pipes.

Nothing seems off.

Oh well, there’s not much I can do now. Putting the oil on the cooker, I get back to washing the potatoes and slicing them up, wondering once again if he’s alright…

An hour has gone by and the smell of freshly cooked chips and fish fills the kitchen and I’m no longer able to stop myself from mind linking him.

‘Sebastian? Can you hear me?’

‘Always.”

I smile faintly as I sprinkle some salt and pepper over the chips.

‘Are you alright, when are you getting back?’ I ask worriedly. Has he even gotten there? What if the weather was too difficult to travel in? ‘If you aren’t able to get there, just turn around.’

‘I’m almost home. I have a lot of bags, so that held me up a little.’

‘Oh, perfect.’ I reply, feeling a weight I didn’t even know lift off my chest.