Chapter 4: Getting There
Carlisle's POV
Esme always does things to me. I love the way she puts her hair behind her ear, I love the way she giggles at the jokes I tell her, I love the way she loves me so passionately. I could stare at her for my forever and never get bored.
I never had anything like her in my life before. I was always so scared to love. I wandered through life so aimlessly with really no motivation. And then my lovely wife came along.
I remember when I finally asked her to marry me. It was something that I had been over thinking for years. Our family was still just Edward, Esme and me, but we were all so close. I told Edward before hand that I was going to ask her to marry me and he gave me his blessing. Esme was good for us men. She was always so loving and caring and really gave us the attention we all wanted. But I knew it was time to make that amazing woman my wife.
She said yes to me right away and within the week were in front of a justice of the peace declaring that we would indeed be with each other until we died. We didn't have the luxury of being able to change the vows to say, "Together in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall be dead, which is forever." I think we may have been given a couple of funny stares if we did that.
Lacing her hands in mine, I kissed her hand. She was everything I had been wanting for all my life. And watching her in the plane on the way to Isle Esme I knew that feeling would never change. Being with someone forever seems daunting to most, but not to me. To me it was heaven. I loved the thought of having my own personal angel for my whole life. And knowing that my life would never end even made it better.
I reached out to touching her hair and saw her smile back at me. It felt like the best imported silk that money could buy. I know this personally since I have had the pleasure to help Esme more than once on her projects. Anything that woman wants, she gets. She mouthed, "I love you," to me. Watching her lips move I remembered all the times I had touched those lips to mine. And how many times those lips touched me. On my neck, on my chest, and on my most intimate parts. She would just know how to use her lips to her advantage.
I know we would have fun on Isle Esme. There was so much to do. And Esme's favorite thing? Skinny dipping just at dusk. I couldn't wait to hold her soft body against mine in the water.