Carlisle P.O.V
"I don't know what to wear, baby," Esme moaned from the closet, her hands flying across the racks.
"I don't know what to tell you, darling."
She turned toward me; hands on her bare hips, eyes slightly squinted in mock annoyance. "You are no help," she assured me, before turning back around, allowing me a grand view of her almost too-perfect round bum.
I placed a bookmark on the page of the medical journal I was reading and strode over to my wife. She turned toward me and raised a delicate eyebrow as I wrapped an arm around her soft waist.
"You're distracting me, Carlisle!" she accused in between giggles as my fingers raced up her side, tickling the supple flesh.
"Alright, alright, I'm done. I'll help you pick something out." She shot me a smile as I untwined my arms from around her and began skimming through her closet.
It was, not surprisingly, different from her closet at home. Where once she had purposely dressed older to appear in her 30's, she now dressed her actual age, if a little younger sometimes. And, of course, the sizes were larger, which was also a little startling. I smiled as I pulled out a sheer pink negligee and held it up against my wife.
"I think this would look nice, what do you think, dear?"
She giggled and swatted my hand away before grabbing a black, form fitting gown and holding it up against her curvaceous body. She smiled and winked at me, awaiting my approval.
"Now that," I said, kissing her adorable cheek "is a beautiful girl."