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Cause for Celebration: Robsten in Cannes	By : FiftyShadesPregnant Category: Individual Celebrities > Robert Pattinson Views: 3248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Robert Pattinson or Kristen Stewart, and I do not profit from these writings.

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The sun had made me tired, and I awoke from an afternoon nap by hearing Robert whispering to my stomach with his hand splayed across it.
“It’s almost time to wake up Mommy,” he said to the baby. “I can’t bear to wake her when she looks so peaceful. And soon you’ll be here, and I bet you won’t let us get any sleep at all! So, I want to let her relax until then.”
“I’m so happy you’re here, baby,” he continued to my belly. “If you’re a little boy, I love you, and we’ll pick a name for you soon! And if you’re my little Leigh, well… oh, Daddy loves you so much, whoever you are. I can’t wait to meet you, to hold you, and to see Mummy with you.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the way he pronounced my new name with his sexy British accent. Just then, he looked up to find that smile plastered across my face.
“Good afternoon, my sneaky love. I see you’ve been dropping in on a private conversation.”
“A private conversation with my own belly!” I giggled.
Rob kissed my stomach and then moved up to kiss me.
“Did you have a good nap, sleepyhead?”
“The best,” I replied.
“Good, because your hair and makeup team will be here in a short while.”
I groaned as I began to get out of bed and head for the shower.
“What’s wrong, Kris? Not up to going tonight?”
What? How could he think that? Tonight I was going to play my favorite role, one of the ridiculously-proud girlfriend, and there would be no acting involved.
“Of course not! I cannot wait to attend your big premiere. You deserve it, and I could not be more proud of you, Robert!”
The truth was, I wasn’t quite as thrilled about getting all dressed up again. It was hard enough meeting the eyes of my suspicious stylist yesterday. How tight would tonight’s dress be? I wasn’t prepared for this to happen so soon.
“Okay, I just can’t help but think something’s off,” Rob replied, not wanting to push me.
“It’s just that yesterday my dress was a little tighter than it had been at the first fitting, and I think my stylist is suspicious. Now I’m nervous about how tonight’s dress will fit. I guess I just wasn’t ready for my body to change so soon. Just imagine what I’m going to look like in a couple of months!” I groaned once more.
“I can imagine it, Kristen. I can imagine that you are going to look sexy as hell. I can imagine that I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you and that you are going to be the cutest, most beautiful pregnant woman that’s ever been seen.”
He was being so sweet, but it was still hard to believe his kind words.
“Kris, when I first saw you walking around the Breaking Dawn set with that pregnant belly, I was so drawn to you. Of course, with ours you won’t be emaciated, so you are going to look even more amazing. When we did those scenes of me talking to the baby, my hand on your stomach, you have no idea how much I wanted that to be real, and now it is. My baby is growing inside of you, and there is nothing that could be sexier to me than that.”
He joined me in the bathroom and undressed me for my shower. When I was stark naked, he turned me so that my profile was reflected in the mirror. He found the tiny hint of my bump and caressed it, pressing himself to my backside.
“Sexier than ever,” he repeated the sentiment.
I bit my lip and turned around, feeling somewhat exposed as the only one of us naked with my entire body reflected in the mirror. I reached up to his neck with one arm, pulling him down into a kiss. He eagerly responded, lifting me up onto the cold granite countertop. I knew that he was getting quite a show in the mirror, but I realized that I didn’t care. This man loved me for everything I was and everything I would be.
“Okay, okay, help me down before you’re completely embarrassed by your pregnant, naked, unkempt girlfriend showing up to your big premiere.”
He laughed and gave me a quick smack on the ass as my feet hit the floor.
“Whatever will you do with your little Ms. Stewart?” I used the nickname he often called me very flirtatiously, hands on my hips, and head cocked to the side.
“Well, for starters, I’m going to make you Mrs. Pattinson.”
My mouth dropped. Was I really being proposed to as I stood stark naked in the bathroom?
Rob started to fidget from the silence, questioning whether he’d gone too far, I knew.
“Hmm, wife and mother of your children,” I replied coyly. “I do like the sound of that.”
Rob picked me up and spun me around, kissing me lovingly.
“I think it’d be a good idea for me to shower before my premiere, too.” Rob grabbed a second towel and started the water.
“I’m so glad you’ll be joining me, Mr. Pattinson.”
“After you, Mrs. Pattinson.” Rob beamed.
He stripped and followed me into the steamy shower. He lathered me up, seeming to take extra care as he massaged soap over my breasts and along my belly. I giggled at his gentle touch. In turn, I took extra care to soap up those sexy pelvic bones I loved, followed by the tuff of hair at his happy trail, and finally his now-hard dick. I even gently cupped his balls until I knew I was pushing all the right buttons on my man.
“Oh, Kristen,” was all he could muster.
I bent down to suck on my fiancé’s dripping cock, squeezing his ass to push him deeper. He massaged my shampoo-laden head and his hips fell into rhythm with my mouth. I stole a glance up toward him but found his head tilted back and his mouth panting in the shape of an O. I stroked my hand from his backside along his perineum to squeeze his balls just slightly, and with that he came, jerking into me, and I loved how he tasted.
“Mmm,” was the only reply I got.
I rinsed my man off knowing that he’d want to rest for a few minutes before getting dressed and wrapped him as best I could in a towel.
“I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you,” he whispered.
“Believe me, I thoroughly enjoyed that.” I smiled devilishly.
I slipped on a bathrobe and followed him out. We relaxed on the bed, and I stroked his floppy wet hair as he dozed off for a bit. There were still so many questions. What would it be like to bathe our child, to run my fingers through its wet hair? Would it have the same crooked grin as its daddy? Would we be having a little girl or a baby boy? Yes, so many questions, but all good ones.
I glanced over at my dress for tonight hanging against the wall. Who cared if it was a little tight from my burgeoning bump and swelling breasts? That was how my husband-to-be wanted me and loved me most. Pregnant with his child. I gave Rob a quick kiss on the cheek and scurried off to get ready. Mrs. Kristen Pattinson.
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