"Love does wonder, indeed."

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Cara,

My dearest, it’s me again. 

We’ve been back here where he is currently working for about two weeks now since our trip to the West Coast.  I guess being apart from her is taking a toll on him.  I know how he feels.  He longs for her every second and every moment.  There’s just no way one can get used to being apart from a loved one, especially from the one closest to your heart. 

Every chance he gets he’s with her talking to her or texting her.  I guess they’re ironing out details of this very special event that’s taking place in their life very soon.  That, and of course, he just couldn’t be without her.

I’ve watched him in fascination going about his daily routine; dealing with the ups and downs of his “status.”  I asked him once what kept him sane and he just smiled and said, “You mean WHO keeps me sane?”  It’s HER.  There’s nothing ordinary about his love for her, Cara; or her love for him.  I just shake my head sometimes when people question their relationship.  If anything, theirs is the most solid union I know and will ever know…

Two weeks ago, seeing them reunite after being away from each other was absolutely a beautiful sight to see.  He held her the way he meant to hold her.  And she, Cara, melted in his arms. 

Them being together is always a happy occasion.  Time isn’t ticking fast enough for them when they know they’re going to be in each other’s arms.  “Are you almost here?”  She’d ask him over the phone or via text message.  It always makes him smile.  “Soon, baby. I can’t wait.” He would respond happily.  Oh, she knows what time he was arriving.  It’s the anticipation that makes their reunion even more exciting. 

Alas! We’re there… TOGETHER, AT LAST! And, oh, what a sight to behold.  The sweetest smile curved their lips.  “Fuck” isn’t a romantic word by no means; but when muttered by them gave it such sweet meaning.  “I fucking miss you,” and “I fucking love you,” were exchanged, as usual.  The intensity of their gazes and kisses multiplied that moment.  If they fell in love even more (if that’s even possible) I wouldn’t be surprised.  As usual, he caressed her face, her hair, her arms… Kissed her face... Nuzzled her neck… adoring her.

This made her laugh.  “I’m one hundred percent me, baby,” she joked.  This only made him hold her even closer to him.  Then, she closed her eyes and whispered words only meant for him.

These past few days had been tough for him.  He worked hard day and night.  I am not going to lie, Cara, I sometimes worry about him.  Sure, he’s young and vibrant; but the craziness sometimes gets to him.  He’s only human. 


“You know you’re allowed to relax,” I told him.  


“I will when she’s home,” he responded with a smile.  


Worry.  The moment he leaves, he begins to worry.  Always about her…more so now.

Have I told you that she is as protective of him as he is of her? When she cannot reach him, she calls me.  “Is he okay?” She asks with a tinge of panic in her voice.  I always assure her that he is taken care of.  And the moment I tell him she calls?  Man, there’s no stopping the man, Cara.  He’s instantly on his phone.  “Baby, I’m here!” And the moment he hears her voice, his face and his whole body relax.   I’ve never seen anything like “it.”

I’m not trying to portray them as this perfect couple, my dearest.  I’m just saying how perfect they are for each other.   Oh, they have their moment, believe me.  She is feisty who speaks her mind.  Sometimes too independent for her own good.  And he?  Well, not many people know this but he is stubborn.  So many people believe that it is she who is stubborn.  Such a wrong assumption.   I giggle sometimes watching them having a little skirmish.  He scowls. She scowls.  He cusses.  She cusses.  Then she stops; stays quiet.  That always drives him crazy.  Before I can shout, “foreplay,” they’ve already patched things up and they’re kissing and saying, “I’m sorry. I love you.”

Well, Cara, it’s four in the morning now and we have an early start in the morning.  He’s still probably talking to her on the phone or via Skype.  That boy never rests.  But what do I know?  That girl calms him down and soothes him.  Love does wonder, indeed.

Until then, my dearest.

Jella & Bear Have Seen So Many RobSten Kisses...

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Bear:  "Are you also excited to hear the winner of best kiss, Jella?"

Jella:  "Nah!"

Bear:  "What? Why not?

Jella:  "I've seen mommy and daddy kiss sooooo many times.”  *crunches nose*  “Smack. Soft kiss. Hard Kiss. Wet kiss. Hungry kiss. Quiet kiss. Noisy kiss. Kiss with tongue. Kiss and biting.  Kiss like sucking. Kiss like singing…Kiss on the mouth, kiss on the face, kiss on the forehead, kiss on the neck, kiss all over the body, legs, thighs, toes, fingers, arms, back, hips,...um...kiss on the...um... pachachu and puchaha... Whatever…You name it, I've seen it.  I've seen them all!!!"

Bear:  "Oh. So what are you most excited to see?"

Jella:  "Dude, what else but the trailer of Breaking Dawn 1!!! Oh. My. God!!! I can't wait!!!!!"

Bear: "Really?" 

Jella:  "Hell yeah! After 3 installments of Twilight movies, and mommy & daddy as Bella and Edward... Of course I couldn't help but be a fan! I love the fandom! I love everything Twilight!"  *crunches nose* 

Bear:  "So you're an active twi-fan?"

Jella:  "Better believe it! I even have twitter and I've joined twilight and Robsten forums.  I have, like, thousands of followers on twitter. I even star in some blogs, you know.  I'm famous! I think I'm more famous than Garfield."

Bear: "Have you ever trended? I have!" *smug*

Jella: *scowls* "Oh, shut up!"

Bear: "You've heard about those Nonstens that daddy hate so much?"

Jella: "How do you know about them?  Do you have twitter?  Are you following me?"

Bear: "No! But dad has this huge needle and when he's on twitter lurking and he reads the tweets of these nonnies, he pokes them with this needle and curse at them at the same time." 

Jella:  "Dad has twitter?"

Bear:  "Jella, for a smart cat, you're dumb!"

Jella:  "Oh, shut up!  Anyway, what are you excited to see at the MTVMA?"

Bear:  "Best Kiss of course!"

Jella:  "You've never seen mommy and daddy kiss?"

Bear:  *Rolls eyes*  "Jella, I was with them in Baton Rouge.  With them in New York.  With them in Toronto... I was there when Mommy celebrated her 21 birthday and when daddy turned 25.  Like you, I've seen 'em all!  I was even there when..."  *halts*

Jella: "When what?"

Bear: *Grins* "You'll soon find out...."

Jella:  "Fine.  Don't tell me.  I'll tweet some cryptic message and maybe someone gets it; then she'll tell me what's up with mom and dad."

Bear: "You're not twitting about mom and dad, are you?"

Jella:  "In case you've noticed... I WAS NOT IN BATON ROUGE!  I WAS NOT IN NEW YORK!  I WAS NOT IN TORONTO!!! SO HOW IN THE HELL WOULD I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON WITH MY PARENTS!"

Bear: *Quiet*

Jella:  "I have my sources.  So, stop feeling sorry for me."

Bear:  "Um… Robsten love you?”

Jella:  *Smiles*  “You know about that, too, ha?”

Bear:  *Smiles*  “Fine.  I have twitter.  I’m following you.”

Jella:  “What’s your twitter name?”

Bear:  *Whispers to Jella*

Jella:  *Eyes bulging*  “OH MY EFFING GAWD!  YOU ARE MY SOURCE!!!”

Bear:  *Gasps*  “Oh no!!! Please don’t tell mommy and daddy!”

Jella:  *Hugs Bear*  “You have my word, boy!  It’s our secret… But you gotta tell me about this thing…”

Bear:  *Tells Jella a “story.”*

Jella:  “HOLY MOTHER OF…”

Bear:  “Mm-hm…”

Jella:  “Wow!”

Bear:  “Such a happy thingee---”  *Hugs Jells*  “So… are you going with mommy and daddy to the show?”

Jella:  “Nah!  Too many people.  Loud screams.  Can’t take it!”

Bear:  “Will you watch MMA with me?”

Jella:  “Hell, yeah!  Let’s vote for Eclipse for Best Movie.  Voting is still open.”

Bear:  “I’m ahead of you. Daddy gave me this gadget to press…”

Jella:  “Oh, he gave you one, too!”

Bear:  “That’s one of the reasons why I’m excited to see Mom and Dad win Best Kiss!  I’ve invested too much time and effort to vote and I’ll freakin’ bark on MTV if Mom and Dad don’t win!”

Jella:  “Oh, they’ll win.  My twitter buddies voted like crazy for them, too!  Well, I did!”

Bear:  *Looks around*  “So… where are our parents?”

Jella:  *Rolls eyes*  “Really?  You have to ask?  You don’t have ears?  You can’t hear THAT?”

Bear:  *Sighs*  “They’re at it again, I see.”

Jella:  “You know… for a fast dog, Bear… YOU ARE SLOW!”

---The End---

SEX EYES AND WAITING LIPS... ANTICIPATION... 

BEST KISS EVER!!!

DINNER IS SERVED!!!

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K: "Baby, for dinner--" 

R: "Like always: RAW !!!"

K: "You mean rare."

R: "Hell no. It's often!"

K: "The steak, Rob. Your dinner."

R: "Oh. OH!" *Grins* "I thought--"

K: "What?" *Raises eyebrow*

R: *Coughs* "I got, um, worried there when you said rare."

K: *Rolls eyes*

R: "Um, Yeah. Steak. Medium-well."

K: "And for dessert?"

R: "You--"

K: "Chocolate pudding.”

R: *Eyeing his girl* “Kristen, I'm not asking you.  I'm telling you."  *Grins*  "Mmm... Chocolate pudding...On you--- yeah!!!”

K: *Laughs* “Is making your dinner gonna be this complicated?”

R: *Narrows eyes*  “You know what I want. I don’t know why you're even asking.”

K: *Guffaws*  “One track mind.”

R: *Takes K into his arms* “I think dinner is served!” 

***Mmm...Yummy***

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YOUR HOTNESS CONFUSES THE HELL OUT OF ME, ROB!!!

OH, MY APOLOGIES…  YOU’RE REALLY HOT, BY THE WAY.  TO ME YOU’RE THE HOTTEST MAN ALIVE…  I HAVE ONE MORE QUESTION, THOUGH, BEFORE I GO…

What?  You're just gonna smirk there 

and let my imagination run wild?

Ahhhhh.... I can read you.  I know what 

the answer is...

Is your answer:  "A-PLENTY?"

YOU WON'T ANSWER 
THAT QUESTION I GUESS... 
LATER THEN? YES? MAYBE?

 OH, MY GOD.  NOT THOSE FINGERS, ROB.

I'M SUDDENLY FLUSTERED HERE...
I'LL SUSH NOW AND LET YOU BE.

FOR NOW...

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Note to self: DO NOT ASK ROB ANY QUESTION WHILE HE'S EATING!!!

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You Tell 'Em Rob!!!

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Where There is Rob... There's Kristen....

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Why KStew's Voice Gets, um, Hoarse... Strained...

MamaStew:  “So how was your flight?”

KStew:  “It was uneventful, mom.”

MamaStew:  “That’s good.  No papz?”

KStew:  “The usual.”

MamaStew:  “How’s Rob?”

KStew:  “Still sleeping.”

MamaStew:  “That’s good.  That boy works so hard. I’m glad he’s resting.”

KStew:  *Clears Throat*  “Yup.”

MamaStew:  “Why is your voice like that?”

KStew:  *Blushes*  “I just woke up, mom.”

MamaStew:  “Do you have laryngitis?”

KStew:  *Coughs*  “Umm…”

MamaStew:  “Honey, why is voice strained?  And what in the world did you yell at?  Why were you screaming?  Were you watching sports? Were you…” *Stops*

***Cricket…Cricket…Cricket…***

 

KStew:  *Covers face*  “Mom, I gotta go.  I think Rob is awake.”

MamaStew:  “Oh, okay, sweetheart.  Thank Rob for me again for the Mother’s Day present he’d sent”  *Chuckles*  “And… Um, just… uh… Drink a lot of water.”

KStew:  *Laughs*  “Okay, mom.  Bye.”

RPattz:  “Who was that, babe?”

KStew:  “Mom.  Just checking on me.”

RPattz:  *Grins*  “What happened to your voice?”

KStew:  “Shut up!”  *Tackles Rob*

… And that tackle is probably why we won’t see Kristen on Snow White…. (PreggyStew) Kidding!!!  *Sigh*  Sorry, can’t help it.  Have a wonderful weekend, sweethearts.

 

Here wishing for a baby Robsten very soon!!!  --- Ofie

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NAH... KSTEW AIN'T POSSESSIVE or PROTECTIVE OF ROB, IS SHE?

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On Saturday 28th May 2011, @Ate_Ofie said:

How is it gonna be once our #Robsten reunite:

K: "Didn't housekeeping come to change the bedsheet, baby?

R: "Um, they came and cleaned."

K: "But these are the same bed sheet..."

R: *Sighs* "I didn't want them to touch the bedsheets, the blankets, and the pillows, okay? I told them not to touch the bed."

K: *Smiling* "Why not?"

R: "Well, I need your scent..."

K: "To?" *Eyes Rob suspiciously*

R: *Grins* "You know..."

K: "Sleep?"

R: *Smiles sheepishly* "That, too!"

K: "And?"

R: "You know..."

K: "No, I don't." *Raises eyebrow*

R: "Oh, shut up and kiss me, woman!"

Later... Much, much later...

K: "So, shall we ask housekeeping to change the sheets, baby."

R: "I don't care. You're here now." 

"SKYPE Me..."

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Bear:  “Um, Jella, what is skype?”

Jella:  “Oh, that’s the thingee that allows mommy and daddy to voice call and see each other over the internet.  They do that a lot when they’re far from each other.

Bear:  “Oh, I get it.”

Jella:  “Get what?”

Bear:  “Well, you did say mommy and daddy can talk and see each other, right?”

Jella:  “Your point?”

Bear:  “That’s why daddy makes sound... you know... like talking... voicing his emotions and what not.”

Jella:  “Like how?”

Bear:  *Imitates R’s voice*  “Oooh, baby… Shit!!! Fuck!!! Ungggg!!!”

Jella:  *Frowns*  “NO! NOT LIKE THAT.  It’s more like: ‘Let me see you, baby… Damn, you’re so wet…’’”

Bear:  “So who gets wet and why?”

Jella:  “I haven’t really figured that out.  Must be mommy.”

Bear:  “I doubt it.  I think it’s daddy.”

Jella:  “Why do you say that?”

Bear:  “Because after daddy skypes with mommy, he always wipes his tummy, his groin area, sometimes his thighs, and the table… well it depends where he sits or lies down while skyping with mommy.  Sometimes he just wipes himself but not the bed.  It still is a mystery to me where the liquid thingee comes from.”

Jella:  *Thinks hard*  “Oh.  All the while I thought it was mommy coz I did hear her say one time to daddy, ‘I’m wet only for you, baby.’”

Bear:  “Do you think the skype thingee gets you wet?”

Jella:  “Possibly.  But I once saw daddy skyped with Uncle Tom but daddy didn’t get wet.  Or when mommy skyped with grandma Jules… it’s like a normal phone call; only mommy was able to show grandma her new bling… the one daddy gave her.”

Bear:  “Should we skype and find out?”

=Tee-Hee=

LOVE, FAITH, AND FOREVER

I apologize but the weather is making me feel somewhat reflective.  I meant to write something humorous, like Bear and Jella discussing Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez’s kiss at the Billboard Awards; but I guess my emotions are dictating me to go the other way.  I hope you will still find this post worthy of your time.  I thank you, in advance, for visiting RobSten for Life Blog.

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May 17, 2011

Cara,

Oftentimes I wonder if my being away is as difficult for you as it is for me.  I know it’s not easy and I wish there were ways I could make a living without being away from you.  I’m neither the most romantic nor the most creative when it comes to expressing my feelings for you; let alone putting my emotions into words.  However, having spent time with them has taught me so much about love.  At my age, you would think I’d seen it all.  But alas, Cara, I know better now.

I stood not far from them as they said their goodbyes.  Watching them cling to each other, not wanting to let go, ripped my already broken heart into pieces.  “I love you,” she whispered over and over, her eyes brimming with tears.   Perhaps he tried to be strong for both of them as he held back the tears.  But he gripped her so closely to him, kissing her eyes, her nose, her face, then her lips.  Mind you, Cara, they will only be apart for a couple of weeks, three at the most; but the separation, the thought that they won’t be in each other’s arms, brought so much sadness that’s hard for them to contain.  I’ve seen it.  I’ve witnessed their goodbyes so many times before.  I should be used to this by now.

“I’ll think of you, Baby, and I’ll miss you like crazy,” she said, her hands on his face.

He closed his eyes savoring her every word.  “I fucking love you so much,” he groaned before taking her lips one more time.  It was a long, passionate kiss, Cara; a kiss that possibly helped their goodbyes a little easier.

 

Aware of the time, I cleared my throat and told them that it was time to go.  Neither of them glanced my way but saw them nod to acknowledge me.

He’ll never love anyone but her.  And she, I’m certain, would do anything for him; maybe even die for him.  That’s how powerful their love is for each other.

Let me tell you one incident, Cara, which I’ll never forget.

One time, I was told I was needed and because I didn’t want them to wait, I arrived half an hour early.  He opened the door, greeted me in his usual kind, friendly manner, and offered me a beer.  She waved at me and said hello.  “We won’t be long,” he said and went back to sit beside her.

I couldn’t really see what they were doing because the back of the couch was blocking my way.  They were, however, sitting face to face.  Not wanting to look like a freak watching them, I focused my attention on the TV.

“Don’t move,”  I heard him say; like he was scolding her.  That, by the way, only made her giggle.

“Sweetie, you’re doing it wrong,” she said, and burst out laughing.

“Well, do you want me to do it or not?”  He asked, obviously flustered.

“Fine,” she sighed, still holding a big smile on her face.

They were both seriously focused on whatever they were doing.  I guess it was out of curiosity when I found myself walking towards them and stood behind them.  My eyes bulged out when I saw what they were doing.  He was fucking painting her nails!

“You missed a tiny spot there,” she said, pointing.

“I’ll get it,” he assured her.

“Um, this is nice,” I said, trying to hold my composure.

“She couldn’t do her right hand so I do it for her,” he supplied without looking at me as he was focused doing the task of painting her nails; like it was but natural.

I have no words, Cara, so I went back to sit on the stool, smiling like a buffoon and feeling somewhat light.  That’s how they are.  Their love is without effort.  They accept each other the way they are.  Even the simplest thing they do it together.  They are a team.  They are each other’s strength; each other’s reason.

Do you know that when one of them travels, the other is always there to welcome him or her back?  What the camera is yet to capture is a reunion like no other.  You see, Cara, he prefers her in his arms all the time.  When the prying eyes aren’t looking, her spot is on his lap because his arms belong around her waist.

The usual black SUV picked us up when we arrived at LAX.  He knew, like I knew, that she was sitting inconspicuously in the back.  As soon as we sped away from flashing lights, he pulled her to him, sat her on his lap and kissed her thoroughly, forgetting that there were other people in the vehicle.  It wasn’t awkward if that’s what you want to know, Cara.  Maybe at first but not anymore.  There’s a moment of silence, like they’re savoring that very moment; just kissing and touching; and gazing at each other’s eyes; smiling like they’re the happiest people to ever live.  Then, the “I love yous” and the “I miss yous” were muttered, like a broken record.  Perhaps moments like that make them the happiest couple on earth.

If they could buy time to make it stand still, they would have bought it a long time ago so they’ll never have to part ever again.

If they could influence the distance to stop from growing, they would have done it so they’ll never be far from each other at all.

If they could dictate when, how, where, or with whom to do their jobs, they would have demanded it from the start so they’ll always be working together.

Oh but they know, Cara… They are confident; their faith never faltering… that they are each other’s future.  Their loyalty in each other will take them there, to forever.  Even, I, Cara, believe it.  If you had asked me then what I think about their future, I would have said, “Only time will tell.”  But after watching them nurture their love – their relationship – I am now hopeful of their tomorrows.  Yes, they are young.  There are challenges ahead of them.  But they have the major ingredients to make it through.  He puts her before himself; and him before herself.  Doubt is just a thing of the past now.

So, Cara, we drove in silence for the first minute of our drive to the airport before her phone rang.  “Hey, baby,” she greeted him, her voice hoarse from crying. I smiled because I knew that both were already looking forward for that moment when they are back in each other’s arms.

“I miss you already,” she said sighing. And before we arrived at the airport I heard her say, “I love you,” for the nth time; she then added, “I’ll be home soon.”

You see, Cara, she was going back to her place of birth; the place she was supposed to call home.  But it’s not difficult to grasp the fact that her home is where he is; no matter where that is.  Only with him, beside him, will she truly be home.

Their life isn’t as complicated as many people believe. They are in love. They plan for their forever.

And, I, Cara, want forever with you.

You are my home.

Always,

∞