I Am The Luna

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

ZAIA.

He shrugs, looking atas if | 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 | 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 | look into his piercing blue eyes, and | nod. “True, | will, don’t you worry.”

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

It’s hard though. Looking at Sebastian makes my heart beca frenzy, surging with powerful and intense

emotions. | haven't seen him in a while, but I've noticed over the last two years, that every t| see him, the

pain and the bad memories no longer cto mind and that scaresbecause | don’t know how to react to

that.

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

It tooka lot of tto get to where | am now. After what happened, | was more closed off and was always on

edge. Far more paranoid than | thought | would be.

Even sending the children to school madeso anxious, although they had trusted guards on the school

premises throughout the day. Yet, | was still panicking and counting the hours until they got hin 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 beceasier and | 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, | began to remember the things I loved and the hobbies | had cast aside.

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

| found myself and despite the fact that | missed the man who has kept my heart captive all these years; | have

found thethat | 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! | missed you!”

“I missed you too, Princess,” Sebastian's deep husky voice responds. My stomach flutters and | dare look up at

the man in the doorway.

Goddess, can a person get more handswith 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 t| 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 lookover,

head to toe, then back up until he’s gazing into my eyes once more.

There it is, that burning fire that makesfeel weak. | swallow hard, trying to remain composed, but it’s hard.

He’s wearing a black coat with grey fur around the hood. | 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 | 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. | 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,” | 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?”

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

“I've been great. How about yourself?” | ask, internally kicking myself at how breathless | sound. Sia giggles as

Xander gags, crouching down by the door and scooping up snow.

Sebastian smirks arrogantly, almost as if he knows exactly how he affects me. Who am | kidding? Of course, he

does.

“Even better now,” he responds.

| wrap my arms around my waist and try to squash the sizzling tension between us. “You said the flight is

delayed?”

He takes out his phone and nods. “I'm afraid so, but there's a snowstorm. | don’t even know if the flight will be

taking off tonight,” he frowns.

“What?!” Xander exclaims, looking appalled.

“Let's stay positive,” Sebastian says. ” We will be updated soon.”

Sia smiles, “Well, either way, it's ok, maybe we'll get to celebrate Christmas together, here.” She winks at Zion,

who nods his agreement.

“That is, of course, if the snow just gets worse,” he adds.

These two...

“We'll work something out,” Sebastian says.

If that happened, does that mean Sebastian will stay here? Panic rises in me, and | run my fingers through my

hair. How will | survive a few days in his presence?

Why am | acting like a giddy teenager? It's going to be fine, it will be fine...

But | haven't been alone with just the kids with him...

Goddess Zaia, you are a grown woman.

“Well, why don’t you guys go to the lounge? | will get shot drinks. | don’t have any extra clothes, but do you

want to dry off?” | ask.

“I'll be fine, unless you're ok withwalking around in a towel?” he responds.

My cheeks burn as the image in my head only makeseven more flustered. Xander gags again. “I don’t want

to see Daddy's hairy legs,” he grumbles, making the rest of us laugh.

Sebastian smirks as he cocks a brow, looking at our youngest.

“You will be hairy one day too,” he replies as he walks over to him, picking up ssnow, rolling it into a small

ball and tossing it at his head.

“No, | won't!” Xander replies with utmost confidence as he grabs the snow and tosses it at Sebastian.

“Keep the snowball fight outside,” | warn as Xander tosses sinside and | step back, and it narrowly misses

me.

“Understood,” Sebastian says as he steps outside. “Who's up for a snowball fight?”

“I am!” Sia says as Zion nods. He looks at me, but | shake my head.

“You all enjoy, I'll go make shot drinks for when you're done.”

He smiles, givinga small nod. ” Sure.”

That boy... Sometimes it’s like he knows something, or he’s up to something!

| make my way into the kitchen and close the door behind me, placing a hand to my chest, not realising just how

much it was pounding.

Goddess...

| close my eyes but only Sebastian’s face remains, and | sigh, opening my eyes again.,

Well, I should put together a quick snack.

When is the flight delayed until, anyway?

Turning on the coffee machine, | take my phone out, checking the flights, but the moment I click on the local

airport website, a large message on a red banner glares back atfrom the top of the page.

ALL OUTBOUND AND INBOUND FLIGHTS CANCELLED DUE TO STORM CLARA UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

My eyes fly open, my heart thundering as | stare at the message. Storm Clara... Has it reached us already?

There’s no chance that they'll be leaving for at least a few days...

| stare out of the kitchen window, looking at the wind that is getting worse, cooking up a blizzard, but I'm more

concerned with what this means...

Sebastian will be around for a few days. How am | going to cope with being around him for so long?