Chapter 137

59. A Snowy Day or I Am The Luna Chapter 137 By Moonlight Muse

FIVE YEARS LATER –

ZAIA.

“Thank you, Alpha Cole, I appreciate it. We’ll speak after the holidays then?” I answer, smiling at the

man on the screen.

He beams and gives me a nod. “You are most welcome, Alpha Zaia, that sounds great. We will meet

two full moons from now then.”

“I will look forward to it,” I reply before bidding him farewell and ending the video call. I exhale in relief,

unable to stop the smile from crossing my lips.

“Yes!” I exclaim, excitement coursing through me as I spin around in my office chair and gaze out at the

snow that fills the skies outside the floor-to- ceiling windows.

The view itself is breathtaking, away from the city and the skyscrapers. It’s winter, and snow fills the

white skies, covering the mountain and homes in blankets of white.

This place looks like heaven, and it makes me feel at peace.

This is our temporary home, here in the mountains. I’ve been working on a project for the last three

months and it was much easier to simply move here to overlook it for a period of time. I’m almost ready

to return home, and although Christmas is just around the corner, I can’t afford to leave right now.

The children will be heading back though. Dad is also spending Christmas over at Sebastian’s pack.

Over the last few years, he and Aran have mended their relationship, and Dad is seeing someone now,

too. Although he wants to officially introduce me to her when we return.

I am excited for him. For once he seems genuinely happy in a relationship, and it’s not one where he’s

being cheated on or one made by the goddess. As long as he’s happy, I am happy for him.

I am hoping to be able to get back home two nights after Christmas and I can be there for New Year’s.

“Mom? Is it okay for me to come inside or are you working?” Zion’s quiet voice comes.

“I’m done. You come on in.”

The door opens and there he stands, my ten-year-old prince, who is now slightly taller than me. With

every passing year, he has taken on Sebastian’s features more and more. Even the way he walks is

like his father’s.

He comes over and hugs me from behind my chair, kissing the side of my head.

“Then come on down. Dad will arrive real soon,” he says.

My heart skips a beat, it’s the first time in a while that I’ll be in such close proximity to Sebastian. Of

course, he won’t really be coming inside as he had called earlier, saying there won’t be much time

between the flights. But it’s the first time I’ll be seeing him face-to- face in years. 3

“Of course, then let’s go and spend what time there is left together before he does. Is your brother

behaving?” I ask.

Zion smirks. “Nope, but Sia’s put him on time out right now. He keeps sticking his tongue out at her.”

Hmm, that one is a little devil… I don’t know what I did differently. I raised all three of them the same

way…

I smile at Zion before I stand up. “Come on then, I hope your dad can handle him for a full two weeks.”

“He’ll have to,” he chuckles.

Since I left the pack five years ago, Sebastian visited the kids almost every other day, and would have

them for weekends at times or when I was on a business trip.

It was the same with Sebastian. If he had a business trip, then of course he could visit but would video

call them, just like he did every single evening, when he wasn’t around them.

Even if it was for a few minutes. It became a core part of the children’s lives and when they were with

him, they’d call me daily or I’d call them.

Sebastian has respected the decision I made all those years ago. The only time he broke it was when I

was in labour…

(FLASHBACK)

“Push Alpha. The baby is bigger than we predicted. You have to keep pushing.”

“We should have done a C-section,” Valerie growls.

I can sense her frustration and concern, but there’s determination in her eyes as I breathe deeply and

steadily through the pain.

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.

He’s still trying…

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 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 gazes down at our child.

“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

(END OF FLASHBACK)

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.

“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. 2

I cock a brow, crossing my arms. ”

Xander, now how have you made your sister angry?”