I don't own anything!
Esme was bored. She was lying with her chin on her husband's stomach. He did not make a single move, he was not even breathing. His eyes were fixed upon a huge medical book, and she could see that he drank in all the information. She did not want to break his concentration so she stopped staring, fixing her eyes on his blue shirt covering his upper body. He was perfect in every way, and it was exhausting not being able to get enough of him, almost maddening. They had been lying like that for hours, not a single movement. She sometimes wondered if it all was just a dream, that soon she was going to wake up… being just Esme Anne Platt, or even worse; Esme Anne Evenson, with a vivid imagination.
While lying there, she tried to remember every part of her and Carlisle's life together, convincing herself it was not just a dream. She remembered the day she woke up and the first thing she saw was his face. The day she truly came to life. She recalled their first walk together, their first talk, the day they shared all their secrets, hopes and dreams. The day she knew she loved him above all, and that all her dreams had come true. She remembered the day she felt his lips close to hers, the day he asked her to be his. The day she said yes, and the evening she said "I do". Above them all she remembered the night she first felt his body close to her, making her feel more loved than she had ever felt in her entire life. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. At that very moment she felt the stomach under the blue shirt rising in a deep sigh, and a soft hand stroking her face. But it was only when his lips touched hers, she knew she was truly awake.