Cause for Celebration: Robsten in Cannes

The next morning, I awoke to the sun shining through the curtains. I stretched, yawned, and scurried into the bathroom. Morning sickness was my new normal, but thankfully it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I heard Rob’s footsteps behind me. Shit! I didn’t mean to wake him! He knelt down behind me on the cold tile, holding back my hair. Could he be any sweeter?

I flushed the toilet and quickly brushed my teeth. Then I looked into the mirror to meet his eyes and whispered, “Thanks, babe.”

He wrapped his arms around me lovingly. “Are you feeling better now?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, really. It started happening earlier this week, but I feel good.”

“Good. Do you want to spend the day at the beach before my premiere tonight?”

“Sounds perfect!” I gave my most excited response, but quietly I was already beginning to think about the bump-watches that constantly happen any time a celebrity is photographed in a bathing suit. Now that I really did have a bump to watch, I knew I would feel even more self-conscious than usual.

We both got dressed side-by-side, and I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Rob in his bathing suit, which hung so perfectly from his hips.

“What are you looking at?” he asked teasingly. Oh no, I was caught!

I made my way over to him, slipping a finger in either side of his trunks to feel that pelvic bone that always sent tingles straight down there.

“My boy is looking pretty damn sexy,” I replied naughtily.

He slipped his fingers in the sides of my bikini bottoms in return, grazing the sides of my stomach with his thumbs.

“You’re looking pretty sexy yourself, my love.” He leaned down to kiss me.

After he tied the strings of my bikini top, we were off to the beach. He had a towel boy set up two chairs for us in the sun, and I pulled out the sunscreen to begin covering my arms, my chest, and, of course, my stomach. Rob soon plopped himself behind me on the chair, grabbing the lotion to rub my back. His touch felt so good.

“All set!” I rubbed his back with lotion in return. “Let’s go!” he called, getting a head start to the water. I watched him run off, admiring his physique and those cute little European swim trunks that almost let too much show. I felt a wicked smile spread across my face and ran after him.

The water was freezing cold so Rob scooped me up and carried me in. I splashed my dangling legs as the water hit them, but soon we were submerged. I held onto him, my body wrapped around him like a child, and he made no move to let me go.