I Am The Luna

A scream leaves my lips, my vision darkening. I have been in active labour for far too long… everyone around me is exhausted and so am I…

Birthing my prince is so much harder than the twins.

The door flies open and Sebastian rushes inside, his hair is a mess from having run his hand through it countlessly. His eyes are red, almost as if he can feel the pain that I’m in.

“I don’t care if you hate me more. I’m not letting you do this alone,” he whispers, taking my bloody hand from where I’ve dug my nails into my skin countless times.

Strength.

That’s what his touch feels like.

The sparks that course through me make me frown as I focus on my breathing and pushing. His fingers comb through my hair, softly yet with enough pressure that it feels soothing and satisfying.

I still love him…

I close my eyes as tears of pain trickle from my eyes.

“That’s it, Foxie… you’re almost there. You are the strongest person I have ever known. There is nothing that can bring you down.”

Except you.

You are the lifeline I so desperately wanted.

The one to rely on.

“Push when I say, focus on me, Zaia, nothing else.” His deep voice is soothing yet powerful, his command something that instantly makes me obey. The effect that he always has on me….

I zone everything out, focusing on Sebastian alone and I realise that’s exactly what’s happening now… I’m placing all my trust in him and relying on his guidance.

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I let out a gasp of pain, as I push one final time, giving it my all.

My head drops back onto the pillow behind me as the room is filled with the

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strong cry of a baby.

“Good girl, you did incredibly…” Sebastian whispers, not even turning to see our child as he looks deep into my eyes. Raw admiration, love, and pride in them.

“Thank you…” I say softly.

I’m not thanking him for his compliment… but for being there…

I’m not sure if he knows that… but… it’s ok…

He kisses my hand softly as Valerie walks over.

“A healthy baby boy,” she says, holding him out to us.

Sebastian smiles, an expression I rarely see on his face as he adjusts my sheet and sits back to let Valerie pass me our son.

“Let Sebastian carry him first. It’s only fair.” I whisper, gazing at the gorgeous. boy in Valerie’s arms.

He wasn’t there for the twin’s birth after all.

“Skin to skin then, Dad,” Valerie says, making Sebastian look a little confused before I reach over and tug open the buttons of his shirt. His eyes meet mine, flashing silver as my fingertips accidentally graze down his chest.

I look away as Valerie places him against Sebastian’s chest.

“What name?” I ask Sebastian, as his heart races as he down at our child.

gaze “I… You can choose,” he whispers, kissing his head softly.

“No, this time I want you to choose,” I say quietly, despite how exhausted I am, I feel so alive.

“I think…”

He trails off before he looks up at me and I know whatever name he is about to say will be the name that we will keep…

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And I am grateful he broke that promise that day….

We walk down the steps and I hear Sia sigh in frustration.

“I’m not done! Come back here!”

A mischievous laugh follows, ringing off the walls in the huge hall, and that’s when I see him, my almost five–year–old little mischief–maker.

His tousled black hair flops across his forehead. He has pale skin like me with a touch of freckles along his nose. Plump lips and a button nose.

“Oh, hey Mama,” he says innocently as he stops in front of me and gazes up at me with huge amethyst eyes rimmed with thick lashes.

I can’t help but smile down at him.

Yes. My little one has his father’s hair, but he has my eyes.

I cock a brow, crossing my arms. “Xander, now how have you made your sister angry?”

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