Our Love (Advent Calendar 2015)

The 10th of December

"Good morning," Rob whispers as he sees Kristen starting to open her eyes. She lets out a groan of displeasure. When she opens her eyes and sees Rob, she immediately wakes up fully. "Rob? What are you doing in my bed?" She asks, bewildered. She glances down at her body; she's not naked. She lets out a sigh of relief. "Mmm, I'm the one who should ask you that, Kristen. What are you doing in my bed?" Kristen looks down at her body once again, searching for an answer to Rob's question; she's wearing a tight, red dress. The memories come rushing back to her, and so does her headache.

"Just please tell me I didn't puke on you," she says, looking at him embarrassedly.

"You didn't. But you did puke. I held your hair. Suzie helped me get you out in my car and then I drove you here and carried you to my bed. I would've taken you to your own place, but I wanted to take care of you in the morning..." Rob says sheepishly, rubbing his neck. Kristen smiles at him.

"Thank you," she whispers, afraid her emotions might betray her if she speaks any louder.

"Anytime, Kris," he whispers back and strokes her cheek. She automatically leans her head into the palm of his hand. They look into each other's eyes.

"Uh, I made you breakfast," Rob tells her, before he can get lost in the depth of her green eyes.

"You did?" Kristen asks, the look on her face turning to one of adoration and disbelief. She notices the tray on the nightstand. The room is filled with a smell of freshly made toast, the only food that doesn't make her nauseous when she's hungover. Rob, of course, knows this.

"Yeah. Uhm, do you wanna change before you eat? I put a t-shirt on the nightstand for you," Rob informs her, nodding in the direction of the white t-shirt. Kristen turns her head to look and gasps internally when she sees the infamous Irie t-shirt. The amount of times she's worn that t-shirt (and nothing else) on the days where they've just stayed in bed...

"Thank you," Kristen says, and reaches for the t-shirt.

"Uhm, I'll just..." Rob says awkwardly and points to the door. Kristen chuckles at him.

"For fuck's sake, Rob," Kristen says, shaking her head at him as she laughs. They've known each other for nine years, they've seen each other naked almost as many times as they've seen each other clothed. Sure, it makes huge difference that they're not a couple anymore, but still; Rob doesn't have to leave the room just because she changes her t-shirt. She is still nonetheless taken aback by what a gentleman he is.

She asks him to turn around, not that she doubts her redressing-without-flashing skills, but just in case. It's not because she would mind that much if he saw her boobs, he's seen them plenty of times, but she knows that he for sure wouldn't be able to handle it right now.

When Rob's back is facing her, she pulls her arms out of the long sleeves of her dress, puts on the t-shirt, and shimmies out of the rest of the dress under the blanket.

"Done," she announces and Rob waits a couple of seconds before he turns around. When he sees her in the Irie t-shirt, sitting in his bed, deja-vu's rush to his mind like a waterfall.

He hands her a strawberry smoothie, that is probably bought in Target and have been poured into a glass, and a plate with toast that is a little burnt, but Kristen doesn't mind; Rob is serving her breakfast in bed.

When she's about to take her first bite, Rob gets up from where he's seated on the bed and turns to leave the room, thinking she doesn't want him there hovering over her as she eats. Kristen will have none of it.

"Get the fuck back here, Pattinson, I'm not gonna sit here and eat alone," Kristen says when she realises he's going. Rob smiles. Any other girl would've said "no, stay" and batted their eyelashes at him. Not Kristen. That's one of the reasons why he fell in love with her back in the times; her unique attitude.

Rob gets on the bed and sits next to Kristen. Before she can rethink it, Kristen leans her head against his shoulder. He tries to hold in his smile, but fails. He's missed this feeling, being in bed with Kristen on mornings, their warm sides pressed against each other as they talk about everything and nothing.

When Kristen is done eating, Rob takes her plate and puts it on the nightstand. Feeling bold, Kristen scoots a little closer to Rob. Her feet are freezing cold. When they were dating, Kristen would put her cold feet between Rob's calves so he could warm them up. First he'd complain about it, but then he'd eventually let her, not wanting his love to have cold feet.

She's not sure if she should, but Kristen moves her feet a little closer to Rob and then nudges his calf lightly with her toe. He doesn't notice anything at first. She then presses all of her ten freezing toes against his leg. He jolts up, startled a by the coldness. His legs spread a little and she takes the opportunity to stick her feet against his calves. He doesn't say anything, he just smirks, puts his arms around her and pulls her closer.

They lie like that for a while, tangled within each other, closed eyes. "I miss this," Kristen confesses. She opens her eyes and finds Rob looking at her. "Me too," Rob agrees, and starts drawing circles on her back. She hums, content. He smiles.

"I need to pee," Kristen announces after some minutes. Rob chuckles.

"What?" She questions, confused.

"We were having a moment," Rob says, looking at her with a crooked smile. Kristen pushes away the thought in her mind that tells her she wants to kiss him.

"Oh, sorry," she mumbles, chuckling a little herself.

"It's okay. Now go," he says, lifting the covers so she can get out.

When she's on the floor, she puts her arms in the air and stretches her whole body, causing Rob's t-shirt to ride up on her. Her red thong (that she decided to wear after all) is on full display from where Rob's sitting on the bed. First his eyes widen so much that they almost bug out of his head. Then he grabs the nearest pillow and bites down on it, stifling his groan.

When Kristen returns from the bathroom, she stops abruptly halfway on her way back to the be. "Fuck," she exclaims. "What?" Rob asks, concerned.

"I'm supposed to meet with the crew of my new movie at half past one. What time is it?" She drives a hand through her hair and looks nervously at Rob.

"Ehm, 1:12," Rob answers her, looking at his phone.

"Shit!" Kristen exclaims and picks up her shoes and her dress. Rob walks over to his closet, pulls on some jeans, and finds a hoodie and a pair of pants. He hands her the clothes and goes to search for his car keys as she changes into them.

She runs out in the garage and hops into Rob's car, which he's already sitting in, they key in the ignition.

"You ready?" He asks, making sure she's got her seat belt on.

"Yes, go!" She half-yells.

She can't meet her new co-workers like this; wearing her ex boyfriend's clothes, smudged make-up and smelling like alcohol, sweat and vomit. She really needs a shower, and with the time ticking, Rob has to hurry.

"Thank you," Kristen tells Rob when he's made it to her house in impressively short time.

"I would never have let you walk-" Rob starts but Kristen cuts him off. "Not just the ride, Rob, thank you for taking care of me."

"Thank you for letting me," he says and smiles warmly at her. She smiles back at him. "Bye," she says.

"Bye, Kris."

The second Kristen has walked into her house and shut the door behind her, Rob misses her. He feels pathetic, but he also feels something else, something he hasn't felt in a long time:

Hopeful.