Aiden's POV

My hand touched her stomach, feeling the taut muscles against my warm fingertips. We were in our bed in Alaska, and Leah's back was spooned up to my front, my arm thrown protectively over her waist. She was asleep; her breathing was even and smooth. With a wide smile, my head nuzzled the crook of her neck and I just breathed her in.

We didn't try for this. God knows we wanted to eventually, but it was an accident for it to happen this soon.

After Mac viciously killed the Volturi, we really didn't have much to worry about. The Denali's took over and word spread all around the Vampric community. Laws changed and stayed the same and the newly self-appointed leaders took their new position up in Alaska. No one wanted to go up against them, especially since we all preferred them over the Volturi.

With this new development, we really didn't have anything to fight against. We all stayed in human form, content and happy and free. Alaska was beautiful in the spring. Hell, it was just beautiful all the time, all-year-round. We hiked and kayaked. We went snowboarding and snowmobiling before it melted. We hadn't a care in the world.

Then Leah changed. She became moody. I held her against my chest as she cried over a flower that she found dead on the floor after Hailey's Husky puppy Avalanche tried to eat it. I let her yell at me when I left my wet and dripping snow pants on the floor in our bedroom. I made love to her when she got hornier than ever. I even watched chick flicks when she felt like a good cry and laugh was needed.

We never thought anything of it. Mom did though. When Leah cried after I snapped at her over getting mad that I hadn't put the toilet seat down for once, my mother looked over at us and smiled. Smiled. I was freaking out because Leah hated crying. She never cried and now she was standing in front of me crying because I'd snapped at her and it was my fault. And my mother was smiling.

One day in May, after a good two weeks of the New Leah, my mom came up to me and asked me to help her with her garden. After we all turned ten, my mom kinda had an "empty nest," so to speak. So to replace the empty feeling she'd sometimes get, she learned gardening from Esme. Turns she was a natural. After that, we all knew when she asked us to help her in her garden, we were either in big, major trouble or she just wanted to talk. For a while there, it was almost always the first.

I flowered her out the back door, our booted feet loud against the patio. Her garden wasn't huge by any means, but it was quite significant. She grew flowers. Daisies, tulips, lilies, you name it. She loved her flowers. She gestured for me to kneel beside her petunias and she soon did the same, her knees sinking into the soft soil.

"How is Leah?" she asked, picking weeds out of the ground.

I sighed, my hands wrapping around ugly weeds as well. "The same. Her moods change so quickly I'm constantly worried about what I'm gonna say."

"Yeah, I heard it can get pretty bad. I was lucky, aside from throwing up, I wasn't too bad when it came to mood swings," she said calmly.

My head whipped toward her. "What the hell are you saying?"

"Language," she scolded gently, maternally. She has this thing of maintaining peace in her gardens. No swearing or debauchery. I think she's slowly growing senile, myself. "Did she throw up today? I think I might have heard something that sounded like it."

"Yes," I said slowly. Leah woke up smiling and cuddly that morning and then promptly jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet.

"Oh Aiden. I never realized you were so dense," mom lovingly announced.

Shaking my head, I stood up. "Can't you just tell me?"

Smiling, she stood up and hugged me, pulling away to place her dirty hands on my cheeks to kiss my forehead. "You're going to be a father."

Leah stirred in my arms, dragging me away from my thoughts, her perfect ass rubbing against my junk that quickly hardened against her. I mean, even though she was asleep doesn't make me any less of a man. "Aiden," she murmured. "How long have you been awake?"

I peppered butterfly kisses along her neck. "Not too long."

Leah lifted a hand and wrapped it around the one against her small bump. "You thinking about the baby?" She turned in my arms, her head making a beeline for the comfort of my chest.

"Always, sweetheart. I'm always thinking about her."

I felt her teeth nip at my chest. "She could turn out to be a he, you know."

My arms tightened around her when she wrapped a warm hand around my morning wood. "No, it's a girl," I managed to get out on a short breath.

"I'm hoping for a boy myself," she whispered, letting go of me.

Great, I thought. She goes form horny to thoughtful like the flip of a switch. Repressing a sigh, I gently moved her head away from my chest so I could kiss her nose and see her eyes. "How come?"

Her arms went around my neck, holding onto my shoulders. "Because I want a little boy that looks just like you."

"Funny, I want a little girl that looks just like you."

"Don't wish for that. I am nothing special. I'm hoping all our kids have your eyes."

"But I like your eyes," I protested, kissing the closing lids.

She smiled. "I like yours."

We kissed gently for a moment. After we pulled about, I said, "How about a compromise."

"Aww, I hate compromising. Can't you just agree with me? I'm the one who's gonna get fat here," she muttered playfully.

"You are not going to get fat. You're going to be pregnant. There's a difference."

"Fine," she said dramatically falling to her back on our mattress. I followed after her, her perfect – and bigger – breasts providing a wondrously soft pillow against my cheek.

"So, a compromise?"

"If you're just going to keep insisting, then fine."

"How about we just hope for a perfectly healthy and beautiful baby, although we know it's gonna be perfect and beautiful anyway, since you're her mother."

I watched Leah's mouth open up into a perfect little O as she whispered out "AWWWWWW!"

Right before she attacked me.

Her lips savagely ate mine, her tongue stealing into my mouth and finding every crevice and corner. She straddled me, completely naked after I made sensuous love to her the night before.

There was nothing slow and sensuous now. She like a wild, caged, horny beast, quickly impaling herself and riding me in record time. I moaned, reaching up to palm her sensitive breasts, my thumbs rubbing over her dark nipples. Her head fell back, her hands coming up to cover mine as she quickened her rhythm.

I let her hands take over and, knowing she was close, I found her bundle of nerves with my fingertips and with two quick flicks, she came. Collapsing on top of me, Leah was a quivering mess.

I gently rolled her over after I let her relax and slowly, lovingly, brought her to another climax before finally finding my own.

Afterwards, when Leah's head was resting drowsily on my shoulder and our hearts had finally reached a steady rhythm, I heard a quiet, sleepy whisper against my skin.

"Deal."

Sorry it's so short, but I thought it was perfect my self :) Review, and if you didn't already know, the sequel to Starlight is up. It's called Light Wave Reflections. Go check it out if you havn't already.