I Am The Luna

His words echo like a whispered lullaby and my gaze dips to his lips.

Where do we go from here...

| slowly wrap my hand around his wrist as I look into his eyes.

| want to follow my heart...

“Why do you still love me?” | ask softly, trying to find the answer in his eyes.

| still love him, despite the years gone by. | love him with every fibre of my being, and he has always affected

me.

He grips the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheek.

“What's not to love?” he counters.

I'm not perfect, no one is, but we are imperfectly perfect together...

“Only someone in love would say that.” | whisper, “Tell me... have you forgiven yourself?”

He frowns as he looks down. “I hurt you countless times, betrayed your trust and left you when you needed|

don’t think that’s something that can be forgotten or forgiven.”

“But you paid the price... no matter how much it hurt you, you have giventhe tI've asked for. The time

that | needed... Your acceptance is enough to cut yourself sslack.”

“I told myself that | would give you all the tin the world, and... | told myself if we were meant to be, that

we'd find our way to one another again. If not... then it just isn’t meant to be...” he says quietly, swallowing hard

as he tries to contain his emotions.

His words resonate with my soul.

Sebastian, too, needed to heal and not blhimself. His sacrifice - his patience with me, knowing that we may

never be... | appreciated it. | appreciate him.

This t| know | don’t need to tell him about being honest or trusting because there’s no doubt that he will be.

This t| just know it.

He’s changed. Over the years I've seen that in him. We've learned from our past and learned from our mistakes.

“So, | guess we have our answer...” | say quietly, feeling my cheeks burn as a slow, sexy smirk crosses his lips.

“Something tells| might just have a chance,” he whispers, as he leans in, his nose brushing mine, making

my heart pound violently.

His fingers curl behind my neck, as he slowly tilts his head, gazing atthrough half hooded eyes.

A thousand emotions are coursing through me, and my eyes flutter shut when the sudden sound of something

shattering makes both Sebastian and | jump apart.

The kids!

| leap up at the stSebastian does, both of us rushing to the door.

“Zion! Sia?!” | shout, wondering what happened as Sebastian takes the stairs three at a tand I'm right

behind him.

We both cto a stop at the bathroom door, where the shower rail is now on the floor, clearly having smashed

into the mirror before falling to the ground. Sia stands there barefooted among the glass.

“Sorry, Mommy...” she says sheepishly, just as Sebastian steps over and picks her up.

“Oh, it’s ok, are you hurt?” | ask as Sebastian places her in the hallway. “I'm ok, I'm sorry for disturbing you,” she

mumbles, makinglook at Sebastian quickly.

Zion sighs as he steps out of his room.

“Really Sia, couldn't you be a little careful?” he looks disappointed as Sia hangs her head sheepishly.

“We were done with the wrapping,” | say quickly. “It’s alright, now letget this cleaned up and then you can

go take a shower in the other bathroom.”

Sia nods. “Ok, Mommy,” she smiles at Sebastian before hurrying down the hall.

“I'll grab the broom...” Zion offers as he walks off towards the stairs, hands in pockets, leaving Sebastian and me

alone. My heart is racing, and | occupy myself by picking up the curtain rail and moving it aside.

“Letgrab that,” Sebastian says reaching overfrom behind and taking the pole from me.

We almost kissed...

| am very aware of his body brushing against me, makingbite my lip. He steps away, and | bend over to

collect the large pieces of glass. How did she manage to do this?

“Here, Mom,” Zion says as he places the brush against the open door.

“Thank you, darling,” | respond, taking it from him as Sebastian takes the glass shards from me.

“I'll go get rid of these.” He says, and | nod.

“And I'm off to bed, Xander’s asleep,” Zion says, leaning over and givinga kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight

Mom, Dad.”

“Goodnight,” | reply, kissing his forehead.

“Get srest,” Sebastian says as he exits the bathroom.

“Oh yeah. Xander asked to place this under the tree for Santa to see.” He says holding up an envelope.

Another letter for Santa?

“I will,” I say, taking it from him.

Zion and Sebastian both leave, and | place the envelope aside as | brush up the rest of the glass, hoping I get

them all. Sebastian soon returns with an empty carrier bag, a dustpan and a brush. Sweeping up the shards |

have gathered in one spot.

Once we are done, we carry the stuff downstairs and dispose of it before returning to the lounge, where | begin

placing the wrapped presents under the tree.

“Weren't the kids supposed to be asleep ages ago?” Sebastian remarks as he picks up a profiterole popping it

into his mouth.

| pause and turn from where I'm kneeling and nod slowly. “They were. It’s quite late, but it’s the holidays. | can’t

blthem for staying awake.” | say.

“Hmm,” Sebastian replies, with a small nod, but there's a faint smirk on his face.

“What is it?”

“Nothing really, they were just playing cupid, not sure if you noticed.” He remarks.

My eyes widen and several moments through the day return to me. Sia loves spending twith her father, but

conveniently both she and Zion had things to do and kept leaving Sebastian alone with me...

“Goddess... | think you're right.” | say standing up and staring down at Xander’s envelope.

“I am,” He replies arrogantly, sitting back on the couch looking so inviting...

My heart thuds as | glance towards the doors before | distract myself with opening the envelope instead, trying

to digest the fact that the twins were being little matchmakers. Could they tell we are into one another?

“What's he asking for? Another water gun?” Sebastian asks.

| stare down at the letter, my heart squeezing, and | sigh softly, feeling overly emotional as I look at his large

handwriting.

“No. Surprisingly...” | reply softly before | begin reading out the letter. ” Dear Santa, | know I'm not a good boy,

but | promise | won't begin to play with fire this year even if it looks so fun, but in return | want you to let my

Mommy and Daddy beca big happy family again. So, | can have them always. Love, Alpha Xander.” 10

We're both silent before Sebastian chuckles lightly. “Alpha Xander, the kid's got confidence.”

“Fire... he wants to play with fire, goddess what next?!” | exclaim.

This boy!

“Well, at least now we're warned,” Sebastian says before we fall silent, neither of us mentioned his wish,

although it is playing on both our minds. They've stayed silent and never mentioned it for all these years, but

now... is it because they see what it will feel like to be a family?

“Well, it’s late... we should head to bed,” | say, heading to the door.

He stands up and comes over to me, and it takes my all not to step back.

“Yeah, | guess it is.” He responds taking the letter fromand looking down at it before he pockets it and just

when | step out into the hallway, he suddenly cagesagainst the wall.

“Sebastian...”

“I'm not letting the chance to kiss you pass by,” he growls before his lips crash against mine, setting off

explosive sparks that rush through me, setting every nerve in my body alight with delicious currents of desire.

He doesn’t hold back, his arms locking around my waist, one hand tangling into my hair as he pullsagainst

his chest, kissingdeep and hard as if it is the one thing keeping him alive.

I'm losing my own sense of reality, the minty taste of his mouth mixed with a hint of chocolate, his seductive

scent consumingand above all the sizzling feel of his lips that sinfully devour my own. Igniting pleasure that

sends tingles to my core.

| can feel his hard manhood against my stomach, and it only makescrazier.

A soft whimpering moan escapes me, and | fist his shirt, my other hand sliding behind his neck as | trace my

tongue along his lips, wanting more.

There was too much between us, and | wanted to close every millimetre of space until we are fully moulded as

one.

His emotions match my own and although | can’t sense his feelings through the bond, his touch says it all. A

silent promise that he will never letgo.

‘No, | won't. Not now, not again,” he whispers through the bond, as his hand grabs my ass, liftingup against

the wall. His other hand slides under my top, running along my waist, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

He breaks away from my lips, and | gasp for her air as he attacks my neck, sucking on my tender skin that only

turnson even more, and | cry out. 1

‘If you wantto stop, tellnow, Beautiful,” he murmurs through the bond.

| twist my hand into his black, lush locks.

‘Don’t... Don’t ever stop...” | whisper as our lips meet once again with pent-up passion and love that has been

restrained for far too long.

| don’t want him to stop, because this twe're so right for one another...

‘Now and always,” he murmurs as he turns and carriesdown the hall, not once does he stop kissing me, and

I'm a little jealous of his coordination skills as he walks up the stairs and down the hall towards my bedroom, his

lips devouring mine.

This...

This is my forever...