I Am The Luna

She lied. Lied about the fucking pregnancy just to get a reaction from me?

There’s no child… that makes me feel fucking weird when I had just made up my mind that there will be a kid and now she’s angry at me for fucking not being ecstatic before telling me

she lied.

“Well, I am, I have things to do,” she replies, sounding defeated.

Frowning, I look at her. There seems to be more to it… “Valerie… do you want a kid?” I ask quietly.

She pauses, her eyes flickering with pain as she looks down. Her heart is racing, and I see the telltale sign of her lip quivering. “I’m thirty–five years old… yeah, one day I do.”

“There’s more to it,” I state quietly, and I know there is.

She looks up at me, her eyes glittering with tears. “I was pregnant once… way back when I was first dating Jai… the day he was set up was the day I found out… and a few days later I

miscarried.” Her voice breaks at the last word.

My frown softens, and I tug her into my arms, hugging her tightly. I hate that she’s been through a fucking lot.

“Hey… that doesn’t mean you will never be a mom.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said I was, I just-”

“It’s cool. You didn’t keep the fucking charade up for long but yeah don’t do that shit again,” I say, and I do fucking mean it.

She looks up at me and nods, guilt glimmering in her eyes.

“Still, I’m sorry.” She leans up and kisses my cheek. “I am…” she sighs heavily, wrapping her arms around my waist.

I hug her back, rubbing her back and wishing she didn’t feel the way she did. “You’re still young, Little Mate, maybe… in the future sometime you to be the Mom you’ve always

will a wanted to be. Maybe not maybe… I think the word I’m looking for is one day. I get you want this, and we’ll get there.”

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It’s hard for me, but I’m certain there will come a fucking time that I will be ok with it. I know. I will. I don’t think I’ll make the same mistake my mother made with me. Perhaps a talk with Hugh is something I need… to let go of the feelings bottled inside and to get the closure I need.

“Really, you think so…” her heart races with hope.

“Yeah, I know so. So, cheer up, trust me you really aren’t missing much,” I say just as we hear a child laugh.

What the-

“The children are here!” Valerie exclaims, her mood clearly lifting.

Sebastian’s kids…

“I want to see, Mommy. I need to know if he’s good for Aunty Velly!”

1 cock a brow, looking at Valerie, who smiles. “That’s Xander, he’s the middle one. Want to go down to meet them?” she asks.

“Not really,” I answer.

Like I said, kids and I don’t go.

She looks at me, almost as if debating forcing me to go or respecting my wish.

“Alright… you sure?”

I nod, and she reaches up, her

gaze trailing to my lips. “I love you. I want you to know that.”

“Yeah, I know, and you know I love you,” I answer, cupping her face as I close the gap between us and claim her lips in a deep kiss just as the door flies open.

“Xander!” Zaia’s voice is firmer than I’ve ever heard. I pull away and Valerie moves back as fast as possible as we both turn to the little boy who has just entered. He has Zaia’s unique purple eyes and dark hair, like his father’s.

“Mommy, I just wanted to see!”

“It’s alright,” Valerie says as Zaia appears, a disapproving, small frown on her face.

“No. It’s not. He knows he should not enter a room without knocking, and since Xander forgot basic manners, he will wait downstairs until you are ready to come down,” she says, taking her son’s hand.

Fair parenting.

Valerie pouts as Xander bats his eyes innocently at her before he looks at me suspiciously.” Your eye is ugly.” He manages to say, blunt and matter of fact before Zaia shuts the door. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“He’s a menace,” I remark. I

“He’s quite the handful, so want to come down and meet him and the others?”

“No, I think I’ll stay here. That will serve him right for barging in, so… where the fuck were

We?”

She smiles before snaking her arms around my neck. “Right about here…” she whispers, tugging me down and pressing her soft lips against mine…