Carisle POV
Talking to Jasper had been a waste. He's kinds and honest of course, quite the southern gentlemen, but his tastes and mine have a range of differences. I was beginning to feel hopeless. Tonight is mine and Esme's 400th anniversary, and I've yet to come up with something. We have traveled the majority of the globe, if not all of it, throughout our marriage, so I don't think travel would be an option. I'm completely at a loss.
Esme was out shopping with Alice right now, and knowing Alice, they probably wouldn't be back till nightfall. By the time they return, I'm hoping I'll have figured something out by then. Rosalie was with Bella and Edward playing with Renesmee, so Emmett and I were the only ones left in the house. Desperate, I decided to see if Emmett could come up with any clever ideas. I climbed up the stairs to Emmett and Rosalie's room. I knocked on his door. There was no reply. I knocked again after several minutes. Still no reply. After a while I decided to take the initiative and let myself in. When I opened the door, there was Emmett, sitting on the ground. Legs crossed Indian style. Staring up at his television screen as the animated characters of Peter Pan flittered across the screen. He didn't even look up. But, as it turned out, he didn't have to. I had a plan.
I remember once watching a charming movie about a boy who didn't want to grow up. I watched that movie with Esme, and she absolutely insisted that it was the most magical plot in the world. She kept telling me that Peter and Wendy would be together in the end, as if she was calling the super bowl. But, as the movie went on, it became inevitable that they in fact would not.. At the end of the movie, she took my hand and told me this: "The were unfortunate. But unlike Peter and Wendy, we have forever." She started laughing. "Were pretty magical as well though.. Being vampires and all." I looked into her eyes and said: "We do have forever, my Wendy." And forever since, I have called her my Wendy, and I her Peter.
Esme POV
I was through shopping with Alice for the day, but knowing her like I do, I knew she could handle shopping for several more hours. Today was mine and Carisle's 400th anniversary. He has done many extravagant things in the past, all very thought full and sweet. He tended to spoil me, but he knows what I like. As I walked through the front door, there was Carisle. Standing there handsome as ever. Holding a bouquet of roses and a small blue velvet box. "Happy Anniversary Esme." He said sweetly, hugging me and giving me a tender peck on the cheek. "And to you." I said. He put down the flowers and graciously handed me the box. I looked at him swiftly before opening it. He looked almost shy.. It was a silver heart locket with small diamonds surrounding the perimeter. On the inside was a great picture of me and him on our wedding day. It was so beautiful and sweet, I knew that if I was human, I'd be bawling right now. "Look on the back." He said. I did. On the back, in small neat script was this: 'To my dear wife Esme. My heart, my joy, my Wendy.' I sighed with content. " I love it." I told him with pure happiness in my voice. I hugged him tightly. "And I love you, Wendy." I was married to the best man in the world. My wonderful husband, My Peter.