Breathing Again

Flashback

Rob's POV:

March 2011

"Okay, you're all done now, thank you, Robert. Have a good night." The fitting lady put away my adjusted suit that I'd be wearing at the wedding and left the room. Everybody else had left earlier, so I headed back to the trailer that I shared with Kristen. Every new Twilight director had initially given us separate ones, but it didn't take either of them long to figure out we were spending our nights - and every free minute we had really - together. It was an open secret among the whole cast and crew that we were together, but so far neither of them has sold any kind of story about our relationship to some tabloids. Both Kristen and I really appreciated the discretion, another reason why the whole Twilight cast would always be very special and close to us. I arrived in an empty trailer, so I decided to go look for Kristen. She'd probably be busy with her dress fitting for a while longer and might be happy about some company. I had to ask a few people until I finally found the right room. The Breaking Dawn set was huge. I opened the door without knocking to find Kristen standing in the middle of the room looking in a mirror that was opposite from me, her back facing me. She was wearing the most beautiful piece of clothing I had ever seen in my life. Not in a million years could I have imagined something remotely close to this. Her beauty once again took my breath away, even though she had a messy bun and no make-up on. After all, it was only the dress fitting, not hair and make-up. I was so stunned by her appearance that I just stood there like a fool, the door handle still in my hand, eyeing her in awe. She was surrounded by pieces of cloth scattered all around the room as well as two styling assistants. As soon as Kristen realised that someone had come in, she spun around. Once she realised it was me, she gasped and tried to cover her body with her hands. I was completely confused. "Duuuude, get out!!! You're not supposed to fucking see this, man! Ever heard of knocking on a door before entering?" The two stylists quietly snuck out of the back door to escape the uncomfortable situation. "Babe, what the hell?" I laughed at her. "What's the problem?" I asked her. "Awe man, Rob, literally no fucking body has seen this dress except Stephenie and Bill. And now, you - of all people - have to burst in here one day before the wedding... You werent supposed to see this until tomorrow!" she pouted at me. I approached her and took her hands in mine. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't know you felt that strongly about this, especially considering that this isn't our actual wedding, dare I remind you! And with the way you look in this, you should be grateful that I happened to see this before actually shooting the scene, because I wouldn't have been able to control myself regardless of all the people and the cameras. Jesus, have you LOOKED at yourself, babe?" Tears were welling up in my eyes. I kissed her hand and spun her around so we faced the mirror together. She smiled at me and hugged my arms close to her. "This is fucking wild." She whispered. "We knew for a long time that this was coming but now that it's actually happening tomorrow - "
" - it's even weirder. It all feels ridiculously real." She finished the sentence for me.
"Yup. I mean I have gotton used to kissing my girlfriend on camera and getting paid good money for it, but marrying you truly is on another level. How are we gonna keep our emotions in check??"
"I guess we just shouldn't." She said and turned around to kiss me.

A/N

This flashback was inspired by a "true story". Inspiration came from the MTV interview I have linked above (the story starts at around 3:30). Hope you guys enjoy!