Okay, so I have been really hung up on these too. I can't seem to get anytihng out for Starlight, but this is just stuck in my head, so I've decided, what the hell.

If you haven't read Confesions in Moonlight or Starlight, this will be very confusing. This story is a bunch of one shots about Leah and Aiden, and I can't help but fall in love with them. They are just too darn cute! The chapters probably won't be very long, since these are just snipets of their life together.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Leah's POV

I searched around the corner for him, knowing he was close. I just couldn't find him. The green foliage made no sound as my feet fall down, almost like I was hovering over the leaves and twigs of the forest. My body was alight with adrenaline; I could feel it pumping blood through my body so quickly that the pulse of my heart and the thudding was at an almost painful level.

I quietly pumped my gun, holding it tightly in both of my hands, leading with it. I stopped behind a huge oak tree, breathing as quietly as possible, which was difficult considering how heavily my breath was escaping. I could feel blood seeping from a small cut on my arm when I got snagged by a branch as I had run past it.

The heat was oppressive, and sweat slid down my temple and down my neck, irritating me, but I couldn't move to swipe it. I had to be aware of everything around me, the smells, the sounds. I had to be hypersensitive about everything and moving for something as minute as dripping sweat was not worth the risk. I closed my eyes and drifted through my senses. It might have looked like I was resting, but I wasn't. My mind was on full alert. I couldn't lose this. Not today, not ever.

It was much more difficult to track as a human. Though my senses were much more heightened than a human's was, my wolf senses were even more immense. I tried pulling in air, searching through the scents for his. I knew what he smelled like. We had spent so much time together that I could name every ingredient to his scent. The only scent was of clean air, my sweat mixing with detergent, and the smell of a rotting corpse nearby.

And then I heard it. A twig snapped under a foot and I froze. My heart was thudding impossibly fast, my breathing coming in heavier, though not a sound of it was heard. The noises were made by an amateur, a novice. They had never tried hunting and being hunted. Had never learned to master moving stealthy through a forest so an enemy couldn't find you.

I knew never to get cocky in these types of situations, but it was hard not too. I could feel a win coming on. There was no way in hell I would lose. I'm much more experienced at this than him, no way would I let him get me. Even though I had a strong feeling he had no idea I was behind this tree, the adrenalin somehow kicked up a notch, and sweat was now pouring down, leaving my palms a tad bit more than clammy. My breathing evened out as I heard his feet announce his approach.

By the way he was moving, I100 percent knew for a fact he had no idea I was there. None. Zilch. Nada. No way in friggen' hell did he even let the thought cross his mind. I let my mind fall silent, letting the fight-or-flight mode take over completely. And I waited.

His feet got louder the closer he got and I could now smell him, hear his breathing. He was breathing hard, as hard as I had been. He was on alert, but he didn't feel there was a threat from an oak tree. When I could tell he was right, directly behind me, I squatted down on my heels, gripped the trigger –

and was pelted with water. I looked up into green eyes laughing hysterically at me and a smile broke through my lips. I turned around to see and small deer now grazing at the foliage. He had tricked me. A ten year old had just tricked me.

"You're in for it now," I threatened darkly at him and pulled the trigger, aiming for his butt as he ran away from me.

He just laughed in response and I stood up, breaking into a dead run after him.

I continued to pull the trigger and pump the water into my gun, gaining on him quickly. For heaven's sake, I was almost six feet tall. A boy of ten years who was tall for his age still could not out run my long legs. No way. I sprayed him with the piercing water, watching as he ran straight onto the Cullen/Black property, his feet carrying him through the yard quicker than any gold winning Olympian.

Though I was right at his heels, he was fast, almost faster than me with just as much stamina and I watched as he ran for the diving board in the backyard and dived into the pool, filling the gun in the process.

I could hear snickers around me as I copied him and I ignored them. I dove quickly, dropping the gun, tucking into a perfect dive. As I hit the water, I held my breath, not breaking the surface on my way up. I could hear his panicked thrashing as he looked for me but couldn't see me. I opened my eyes and searched for him, his bronze legs visible under his trunks.

I swam to him and yanked hard on his swim trunks until I had them in my hand and quickly made for the side of the huge pool. His screams echoed off the house as I climbed out, knowing full well that he was right behind me.

I laughed at his face; it was a mask of fury and amusement.

"Give me my pants, Leah," he ordered, his voice sounding exactly like Jake's. I knew when he was old enough, he would be the Alpha, because not only was it his birthright, but the way he handled situations and the way he ordered everyone around was exactly as an Alpha would.

I shook my head. "No, you played dirty out in the forest," I answered, resolute in my stubbornness.

MacKayla laughed somewhere from beside me. She was wearing swim trunks and a bikini top Alice had insisted she wear. She tried refusing, but I knew it was useless. It's why I was standing in a string bikini, cream colored with white polka dots and a rhinestone hanging between my breasts.

"You always lose, Leah," she chuckled, sitting on the edge of the pool and dropping her feet into the water with a sigh of relief. It was a hot day in Forks.

I stiffened and crossed my arms. "I do not. He always manages to cheat." I pouted staring into his deep, emerald green eyes.

He sighed and shook his head, no doubt trying to get his wild mass of curls inherited from his mother to dry. "I don't really see the point in stealing my trunks," he said and I watched in shock as he pulled himself out of the pool in all his glory. Why the hell had I completely forgotten that he could care less about almost anything. Being naked never fazed him.

Aiden looked at the trunks in my hand, but as if it were just a second thought, he shrugged his shoulders and strode right past me and into the glass doors, dripping wet on the expensive hardwood floor, and naked as the day he was born.

Beside me, MacKayla erupted into a fit of giggles. "How could you forget that he doesn't care?" she guffawed.

Completely embarrassed, I chucked the trunks at her and smiled at her scream of disgust, exclaiming that he wore them buck-naked and the inside part had landed on her face.

Satisfied, I walked into the house, grabbing a towel to dry off with. The solar room felt nice, cooled by the AC and yet warmth streamed in through the windows and open French glass doors. I lay down in a puddle of sunshine that had fallen on a reclining patio chair and sighed contentedly, allowing the day's stress to fade away.

My imprint and I loved to play hide and seek in the forest. I used to always win, but I would give him pointers on how to be stealthy and how to always win the game. I knew the time would come when knowing this would be necessary, so I made sure to never go easy on him. Today was the second time he had won. Lately, he had gotten to the point where I couldn't teach him anymore, and we just played because we enjoyed it and wanted to keep our abilities sharp. When he was older, I promised to teach him how to do it as a wolf.

I smiled, thinking how perfect Aiden was. Although I couldn't wait until he was older, I loved him as a child. He's smart as hell, just like his mother, and knew practically everything, or so he tells me. Even at ten, he still likes me to read to him and snuggle with him and tuck him into bed at bedtime. And I complied easily, knowing my time with him at this age was limited.

I let out a contended moan as the sun dried off the last bit of water on my stomach and dried out my bikini. Suddenly, I felt something tickling my side and my eyes flew open in alarm. I looked down into warm, fluorescent green orbs the color of newly cut grass. He had changed into shorts and a t-shirt, his hair still dripping.

"Leah?" Aiden murmured.

"Yes, Addie?" I asked, my hand leafing through his soft, wet hair.

"Are you really mad?" he wondered, his eyes wide.

I laughed and sat up, tickling him. His giggles warmed my heart profoundly. "Aiden, like I could ever truly be mad at you."

His smile was wide, showing me his missing teeth were growing in. "Stop! It tickles!"

I grinned and lifted him, falling back so we were laying together, my arm tucking him into my side. The warmth of his skin sank deep into my bones and I closed my eyes, my hand running up and down his back.

"Leah?" he asked, his voice small, and I could hear his breathing even out even as he spoke.

"Hmm?"

He had reached across my stomach then, grabbing my hand in his and holding it near his head on my chest. "I love you," he whispered.

I could feel my heart expand as I whispered the words back to him. I would wait endlessly for him. And I knew he would wait for me in return.

Review! Don't be suprised if chapter 2 is up shortly. There is something I really want to do with them.