I Am The Luna

He smirks atas he passesthe coat.

“Ill place these in the kitchen. Where do you want the gifts?”

“You did get a lot...” | say, feeling bad as he had gone on foot, even his boots and trousers are covered with

snow. ” Groceries in the kitchen, gifts in the closet over there. Did you get yourself any clothes?”

“I did.”

“Great. Umm... Get changed and then join us for dinner.” | turn, my heart still racing as | walk away, feeling his

eyes upon me.

What was that?

His words keep replaying in my mind, and the moment I’m around the corner, | place a hand on my pounding

heart, holding his coat close to my chest. His scent fills my nose, inhale deeply. and |

It's intoxicating and so addictive...

Focus, Zaia!

| quickly shake it off, put it on the rack to dry and return to the kitchen where Sebastian has placed the grocery

bags on the counter and is ruffling Xander’s hair.

“Mommy made chips. Do you want some?” Xander asks him.

“Of course | do. I'll just go change first,” he says, giving them a small smirk before his gaze flicks to me.

Shhe won't be in a towel.1

My cheeks burn at my thought, and his smirk grows. For a moment, it makesdoubt if my walls were up, but

they are. He says nothing as he saunters out of the kitchen.

“Daddy is very handsome, isn’t he?” Sia remarks, and | quickly look at her, hoping she didn’t catchstaring.

“Of course he is. That's why you children are so beautiful.” | declare.

Zion smiles as Xander tilts his head. “I am the most handsome.” He states, taking a forkful of food. I laugh,

taking the seat next to him as | begin putting smore food on his plate.

“Yes, you are. Now let's wait for Daddy to cso we can eat together.” | say and Xander nods, quickly putting

his fork down.

“Oops. Sorry, Mommy.”

“It’s quite alright,” | reply, kissing his forehead.

We've finished eating and I'm clearing up the table, after telling the rest to go spend twith their dad, but the

sink isn’t draining...

| sigh, standing there with my hands on my hips, staring at the pile of dishes. | had put something down the

drain hoping it helped, but now running the tap, that clearly didn’t work.

“Coffee?”

| look up as Sebastian walks back in. He looks good in a white fitted T-shirt that strains against his muscles,

showing off the new tattoo sleeve | saw earlier over dinner.

“Yes, please,” | say. He nods as he switches the machine on.

“So, when did you get that tattoo?” | ask, my gaze going to his arm again. There's a forest, a moon and | can see

there are wolves on it.

“A year or so back.” He responds as he comes over. “Are you alright over here?”

“The sink. | think it's blocked, but | don’t think the de-clogging liquid worked.” | say picking up the Drain

Unblocker and shaking the empty bottle.

“Maybe something is blocking it further down.” He muses, crouching down as he opens the cabinet.

“Do you know how to check?” | ask, bending to look under the sink again.

He looks up, our eyes meeting and | realise we're too close...

“It can’t be that hard,”

“Which means no.” | counter lightly tucking my hair behind my ear, only for it to fall forward once more.

“Do you think | can’t?” he asks challengingly.

“Of course, with your stubbornness, you will try to succeed.” | stand up, crossing my arms.

“And if | do, then what will | get in return?”

| cock a brow. “Clean dishes,” | whisper cheekily.

He chuckles, “Hmm, givesomething more.” He counters.

“Ok fine, fix the sink and I'll give you one wish since it’s Christmas time.”

“Then you have yourself a deal, Ms Toussaint.” He replies as he grabs a pot and gets to work.

Ever the businessman.

Well, if he can fix it, I'll be happy, and | don’t think I'll mind whatever he asks.

| finish making the coffee, adding swhipped cream as Sebastian tinkers away and | have to admit he looks

good as he does that. | wouldn't mind him checking my-focus!

| clear my throat, what is the matter withtoday?

| busy myself cleaning up the counters, only stopping when Sebastian swears.

“So, seems like someone’s been busy.” He remarks, as | hear something pouring out of the pipe and it's

definitely not water.

| walk over and stare down at what looks like “Water beads...” | almost growl. | frown, looking at the little beads

that expand when they make contact with water, and | know exactly who did this.

Xander.

| sigh heavily as Sebastian checks if any are left before he screws the pipe back in place.

Standing up he washes his hands and | pass him a dish towel staring at the large bowl! of beads. He must have

squeezed them all in and they must have expanded in the bend.

Goddess, this child!

“So, looks like you oweone wish.” He remarks cockily, tossing the dishcloth down and crossing his arms.

“Although it was your son who was the cause of this,” | say,

“Are you trying to get out of it?”

“Not at all!” | deny it with a pout.

He smirks, not believing me. “Mhmm, good. So, what | want is...”

I look up at him, a thousand thoughts of what he might ask fromgoing through my head, but not one comes

close to what he asks for.

“A smile.”

“What?” | ask, confusion flitting through me.

“A smile. Givea smile that’s just for me,” he says quietly.

My stomach somersaults as | stare into those piercing blue eyes.

That's all? A smile?

A warmth washes over me, and a soft smile naturally crosses my face as | look into his eyes.

I've forgotten how he makesfeel... I'm not sure if he’s changed, or was he always so charming? Either way,

he’s makingweak...

“Beautiful,” he whispers huskily, and for a second, he touches my chin, sending sparks through me.

Before | can respond to him, the sound of small running feet approaching reachesand then Xander enters

the kitchen.

“Daddy! Mommy, cplay a gwith us!” he says.

| step back smoothly and cock a brow. ”

Of course, but first, would you like to explain this?” | ask, pointing at the bowl! on the floor.

He comes over curiously but freezes when he sees that the bowl is full of beads, paling visibly. 1

“Uh oh... Holy Guacamole!” he says, clapping a hand over his mouth before he turns and runs out of the kitchen

as fast as his little legs can possibly carry him.

“Xander!” | shout, hurrying after him. This boy!