"What would make you happy?" Carlisle Cullen asked of his newfound wife hugging her from behind. He breathed in and smelled her shampoo and perfume. He lost himself in the touch of her skin beneath his fingers and the feel of her silky, waved hair.
"I am happy. I'm always happy when I'm with you," she smiled.
"What would make you happier?"
"Carlisle, this is the happiest time of my life, but something that would make it better? Do you remember when you told me that if you ever had a son you would name him after your father?"
"Yeah?" He asked wondering where the conversation was going.
"I know that would make you happy. Carlisle, I want a baby. I want to be a mother. I used to dream about being a mother since I was just a little girl, to have and hold someone that would completely belong to me."
"Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure about anything, except maybe you," she turned her body to face him, just then, a lopsided smile graced Carlisle's face. Esme knew that face well when he was planning something.
"Well, then let's get started right now," he stated his intentions as he lifted her from the kitchen floor with ease and into his arms.
"Wait, what about the food?" She laughed as he kissed her neck leaving little, red marks. He pushed the cutting board and knife away using the hand that did not explore Esme's body and lifted her into the countertop.
He trailed his kisses from her neck to her lips where she invited him in. She explored his mouth with her tongue as he tilted his head one way and she lifted her's the other. She brought her hands to his head and pulled at his hair bunching it in her fists. She pulled him closer as he felt her body with his exploring hands. He rubbed his sex against her's and she felt the urgency through the denim of his pants.
"I can't wait…" he whispered when they needed to catch their breath. His voice had gone husky and just the mere sound sent euphoria throughout Esme's body.
"The food…"
"To hell with it," he said as he assaulted her lips with another kiss. Esme ground her body against his and just the feeling of being in his arms made her orgasmic. He lifted her from the countertop and carried her from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the master bedroom.
