Cause for Celebration: Robsten in Cannes

“Are you happy, mommy?” he asked with his devilish grin.

“So happy. Are you happy, daddy?” He beamed in response and floated us deeper into the water. I held on, cuddling into the crook of his neck, as he spun us around, and the waves crashed through us.

“I think we’re having a little girl.” Rob spoke softly.

He wanted a little girl? I happily imagined my love holding a sweet baby in pink but quickly stopped myself.

Rob continued. “A little girl with your eyes, Kris. She would have me wrapped around her finger. Daddy’s little girl.”

He was being so sweet. It was so easy to get lost in imagining all of these wonderful dreams.

“You don’t want a baby girl?” Rob questioned, noting my silence.

I did. I knew I did, but I was scared.

“It’s not that I don’t; I just worry.”

“Worry?”

“Yes, worry. Little girls have it hard enough without being born into a world of specific expectations. Can you imagine people’s response? Will her name be Renesmee? Nessie? Will she be as beautiful as little Mackenzie? They’d probably even expect her to have special talents and marry Taylor Lautner, for God’s sake!”

Rob laughed in response. “Well that’s not gonna happen.”

“You know what I mean, Rob. I wouldn’t want our daughter to be born into all of that pressure, all of those comparisons.”

“It would be okay, Kris. First of all, I have no doubt in my mind that she would be the most beautiful little girl this world has ever seen. If she looks anything like her mother, that is.”

I nestled up closer into his chest.

“And second, we would protect her from all of that. We’d get a private little house and escape all the expectations. All she would know is our unconditional love, and that’s all she would need.”

He was right. This baby was coming, and there was most definitely a fifty-fifty chance it would be a girl. If it was, we would do everything we could to keep her happy and safe.

“I thought of a name,” I whispered.

“Really? Don’t say Renesmee or Carlie.” Rob smiled.

“I thought of it a couple of weeks ago: Leigh.”

“Leigh,” Rob repeated. A wave crashed around us, and he wiped the salt water from my cheek.

“Yeah. Most people wouldn’t think anything of it, but it means… a meadow.”

I was nervous as I looked up into his eyes. Did he hate the name?

“The meadow,” Rob repeated again. Sometimes it was so hard to know what he was thinking. “I love it, Kristen. I really do. Every time I look at her I’ll think back to those first kisses we had lying in the meadow on the set that fatefully brought us together.”

He liked it. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Rob pulled me against him, pressing against my bottom to hold me tight to his chest. We kissed as the water splashed around us, and I could feel him begin to press hard against me right there.

“Mmm, I do love you in a bathing suit,” I replied to the bulge beneath the water.

“My very naughty girlfriend.” Rob laughed as he purposely pressed and grinded against me even more.

“Oh, Rob,” was all I could moan in response.

“It’s okay to… right?” he asked me.

“Oh, yes, baby. More than all right.” I smiled. He carefully released his throbbing cock from his swim trunks beneath the water and gently pulled aside the fabric of my bikini bottom.

I could barely contain myself waiting for him to thrust inside me. I hid my face, which I’m sure displayed all of my growing want for him, by nibbling and tugging on his right earlobe that faced away from the paparazzi that were surely capturing our ‘cuddles’ from the shore.

As he entered me I bit down a bit harder, and he kissed me to hide his pleasure. Each time a wave hit us we moved with it until we were both building from the fullness. The water surrounding us, the sea salt on our lips, and the weightlessness of our bodies were sending us both into sensory overdrive, I knew.

“I’ve never made love to a pregnant woman before,” Rob whispered deviously.

I giggled. “Yes, and what’s the verdict?”

He grew serious as he looked into my eyes. “I’ve never loved making love to you more, baby.”

With that we both came, and I held onto him tighter as the release spread over my body. My sweet, sexy Robert.