Cause for Celebration: Robsten in Cannes

As the plane touched down in beautiful Cannes, my stomach rolled with excitement, nerves, and maybe a bit of morning sickness. I was thrilled that both Rob and I were here to experience our films being honored. It melted my heart to get to share his much-deserved joy with him. At the same time, I was a nervous wreck to tell him our big news. On one hand, Cannes seemed like the perfect backdrop for this milestone memory we’d one day tell our child about. On the other, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was dropping the news on Rob in too public a place. I couldn’t live with myself if I ruined his premiere in any way.

The plane rolled to a stop, and the seat belt sign went off. Rob stepped out into the aisle and helped pull down my bag from overhead like the gentleman he is. If he knew about my little secret he wouldn’t want me lifting it anyway. He placed his rolling bag on the ground and reached his free hand out to me.

“Come on, beautiful.” He beamed. Maybe Cannes would be the perfect place to share the news after all.

We were an infamously private couple, but we’d become pretty comfortable strolling through airports hand-in-hand, heads down, sunglasses and beanies on. Today was no different as we made our way towards baggage claim, some extra entourage from the films in tow. A few minutes later, we were all set and happily loaded ourselves and our bags into a private car headed towards what I could only imagine would be a beautiful French resort.

Our driver was pleasant enough, but we were a quiet couple, content to sit silently in the back, watching the amazing scenery pass by, rather than chatting throughout the car ride. Rob was sweetly rubbing his thumb along the back of my hand, which was nestled in his and resting on my thigh. Oh, how I loved this man’s touch. I let my mind drift, wondering what this car ride would be like if Rob knew… Would his hand instead be on my currently-flat tummy, with his thumb moving gently back and forth, back and…

“You okay, sweetie?”

Mmm, that delicious British accent sounded especially right driving through the European countryside.

“Perfect, babe.” I nuzzled my nose into his scruffy neck.

He beamed that perfect funny-teethed smile at me.

We pulled up to the hotel, got all checked-in, did the awkward wave and head-nod towards some fellow Cannes-goers, and headed up to the room. It was beautiful as expected, and I quickly made my way to the French doors, pulling them open to let the sea breeze in and take in the view.

Rob came up behind me, kissing my neck, and wrapping his arms around me. If he only knew his hands were laying across my pregnant belly, touching our tiny baby. The thought sent warm tingles down my spine.

“I love it here already.” I sighed.

“I’m so glad we’re here together, babe. So proud of you.”

“I’m so proud of you!” I squealed and turned, wrapping my hands around his neck, to give him a long kiss. 

“Mmm, we make a pretty good team,” he said.

He had no idea how right he was… and that this team was about to grow in size.

“I think we better get ready for your big premiere tonight.”

I glanced down at my watch, now set to Cannes-time. He was right! I kicked off my Converse and scurried off to shower. My hair and makeup team would be arriving shortly without a doubt.