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Fan Fic Futurista Robsten: Una fan entrevista a Robert y Kristen en el 2018 (Parte 1) | What's in the future for Robsten?


Whats in the future for #Robsten? #RamblingRobsten #Fruitcake
 
A Closet Twihard Gets A Dream Interview
Excerpt from Her Diary
Part 1
November 21st, 2018
 
Kristen Stewart-Pattinson’s house is both exactly what I expected and nothing like what the rest of the world would expect. The house sits at the end of a very long winding wooded drive. From the street passersby would see nothing but dense foliage. They would have no idea that behind those peaceful shrubs is the private sanctuary of the most sought after couple in the world. I wondered as I drove up the drive, should I be worried that crazy fans and paparazzi would emerge from the forest and attack like flesh eating zombies desperate for their piece of the Robsten pie? When I jokingly made this comment later in the day, Kris assured me that “camouflaged among the wooded area was one of the best security systems known to man.” She continued, “Its one of the few things we really splurged on. I just didn’t want anyone being able to disturb us. And with kids, you can never be too careful” She stopped to grimace. “I sound paranoid, don’t I?” I had assured her that she didn’t. And frankly she doesn’t. In the past ten years it has unfortunately been proven that devoted fans and greedy paparazzi will stop at nothing to get to them. I actually thought that it was wonderful that they have been able to get back a modicum of privacy within the walls of their home.
 
Kristen greeted me at the door in her standard uniform of jeans and a t-shirt. She was barefooted and there were two black labs, a beagle, and a two year old at her heels. She smiled and bit her lip. “I’m here for the interview” I tell her. “You’re early.” She said and laughed as her two year old covered his face with Kristen’s pant leg. He clearly inherited his mother’s shyness. She stooped and picked up the child in an effortless fashion that suggested she has repeated the movement a thousand times over. 
 
I was both star struck and intimidated, so I was hesitant to correct her. I was actually not early. The time change was last night, so I was really the one running a few minutes late. Despite my reservations, I pointed out the time change and we laughed. 
 
She led me to the living room and I found myself thanking my lucky stars for time changes. Sitting on the couch was her husband, Robert Pattinson. He was positively mouthwatering in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The couple, unsurprisingly, was dressed very similar. She told him about the time change and they laughed. She sat their son in his lap and the golden haired angel immediately snuggled into his father, giggling out a gleeful “daaadddeee.” 
 
I sat on the couch opposite of Rob and was simply in awe of this rare glimpse into their everyday life. Maybe it was fanciful and romantic of me, but I swear that happiness radiated between the three. It was clear that the numerous and conflicting rumors about the couple were completely false. This was a happy home. 
 
Kristen turned to me, “I was actually making lunch for us, is it okay if you wait here while I finish up?” I responded, “Sure.”
 
I figured if it was any of my colleagues in my position they would have grilled Rob for an exclusive interview. But somehow I couldn’t bring myself to be cutthroat. He was making faces at his son and bouncing him on his knee. I just couldn’t break the beauty of the moment. So we sat in silence for about five minutes.
 
Finally, I ripped my eyes away from the perfection of father and son. And I glanced around the room. No shiny awards graced the bookcases or mantles. No movie posters or memorabilia. None of the standard Hollywood bragging knickknacks were apparent. Instead the entertainment center and fireplace mantle had personal pictures. Some included the famous and the infamous, but none were the canned standard smile for the camera pics. Many were candids or gatherings around dinner tables. And an overwhelming number were of their son. There was even a framed picture of the ultrasound. And surrounding the fireplace was a beautiful mosaic that reminded me of fire and ice. I thought that it was likely Kristen’s mother’s work so I took a mental note to add that question for my interview with Kristen.
 
Rob got up and put in some kind of educational movie for his son and then sat back down telling his little boy “Look its skiddlybop” Rob looked at me sheepishly, “Kristen read about these movies that are supposed to help with brain development. So, its pretty much the only TV we watch with him in the room.” I nodded and volunteered that I’d heard good thing about that particular line of movies for toddlers. He nodded, too. Then he glanced at the piano in the corner of the room. “I play a lot of piano for him too. Sometimes, he sits with me and I try and show him what to do. Maybe it’s a little early.” He tugged at his hair. And I agreed that music was good for kids while privately reflecting that this had to be the best conversation I have ever had with anyone in my life. He seemed to respond to my encouragement. And he kept talking about everything I never expected I would ever get to hear about.
 
He glanced at the framed sonogram and laughed, “You know how Kris told me she was pregnant?” I shook my head and thought, ‘holy crap, does anyone ever get to know that?’ “She had been watching a lot of re-runs of that show, Full House. And I guess on the show one of the girls tells her husband she’s pregnant by making a lot of baby food. Not like baby food like baby named food. Baby carrots, Baby spinach, you know what I mean?” I nodded. And I could not believe he was telling me this. “So, that’s what she did. There was like baby carrots, baby spinach, baby cabbage. She even got sugar babies. I was such an idiot. She was pointing at my food saying ‘what’s this called’ and ‘what’s that called’ and she said ‘do you see a theme here?’ God, I have no idea why I’m sharing this. I come off like a sodding idiot in this story. Anyways, I was thinking that apparently we were going on a diet since she couldn’t button her favorite pair of jeans anymore. But I was not going to say that. Because you never say that to a lady.”  I wanted to hug him when he said lady, but I realized hugging him would be grossly unprofessional. “Then really patiently she was like, say the food names again Rob. When I responded “Oh my god. You’re pregnant” and she nodded. It was so amazing. There is no other feeling like it. The rush of emotions. Its overwhelming. Happiness, fear, protectiveness, love all mixed together in a giant emotional rush. God, Kris is right, I’m such a sap” He paused and his eyes were shimmering just a little bit. He stroked his little boy’s hair and blinked his eyes as he collected himself. 
 
**Author’s Note: I was hesitant to post this. I don’t feel very happy with the writing. But if you like it let me know there are two more parts that I’m still editing. :)** 

Una Twihard Obtiene la entrevista de su sueños
Extracto de su diario
Parte 1

21 de noviembre 2018


La casa de Kristen Stewart-Pattinson es exactamente lo que esperaba y a la vez  nada parecido a lo que el resto del mundo podría esperar. La casa se encuentra en el final de un camino muy largo y arbolado. Desde la calle, los transeúntes no ven nada más que un denso follaje. Ellos no tienen idea  que detrás de esos arbustos pacíficos se encuentra el santuario privado de la pareja mas buscada del mundo. Me preguntaba mientras conducía por el camino, si debía estar preocupada  de que lo locos fans  y los paparazzi salieran del bosque y a atacar como zombis desesperados por comer carne de un pedazo del pastel Robsten? Cuando hice ese comentario en tono de broma al final del día, Kris me aseguró que "|el camuflaje en la zona boscosa fue uno de los mejores sistemas de seguridad conocidos por el hombre." Y continuó: "Es en una de las pocas cosas en la que derrochamos dinero". Yo no quería que nadie pudiera molestarnos. Y con niños, nunca se es demasiado prudente".Ella dejó de hacer gestos. "Sueno paranoica, ¿no?" Yo le aseguré que no. Y, francamente no suena así. En los últimos diez años, lamentablemente se ha demostrado que los devotos fans  y los ávidos paparazzi no se detrendrian ante nada para llegar a ellos. En realidad pensé que era maravilloso que ellos han sido capaces de recuperar un poco de privacidad dentro de las paredes de su casa.

Kristen me saludó en la puerta uniformada con sus pantalones vaqueros y una camiseta. Estaba descalza y había dos perros retrievers negros, un beagle y un niño de dos años cerca de sus pies. Ella sonrió y se mordió el labio. "Estoy aquí para la entrevista", le dije. "Llegas temprano.", Dijo ella y se rió mientras su hijo de dos años de edad, se cubrió la cara con la pierna de Kristen. Era evidente que era la timidez heredada de su madre. Ella se agachó y recogió al niño sin esfuerzo lo que demuestra que ha repetido el movimiento una y mil veces.

Me sentí fascinada e intimidada, así que no quise corregirla. En realidad no llegaba temprano. El cambio de horario fue anoche, y en realidad llevaba unos minutos de retraso. A pesar de mis reservas, señalé el cambio de hora y nos reímos.

Ella me llevó a la sala de estar y me encontré dándole gracias a mi afortunada estrella por los cambios de horario. Sentado en el sofá estaba su esposo, Robert Pattinson. El lucía simplemente delicioso en un simple par de pantalones vaqueros y una camiseta. La pareja, como era de esperar, estaba vestida  muy similar. Ella le contó sobre el cambio de hora, y se echaron a reír. Luego ella sentó a su hijo en su regazo y el ángel de cabellos de oro de inmediato se acurrucó en su padre, riendo y diciendo un alegre "paaapiii".

Me senté en el sofá enfrente de Rob y era simplemente admirable tener este raro vistazo de su vida cotidiana. Tal vez fue imaginario y romántico de mí parte, pero te juro que la felicidad irradiaba entre los tres. Estaba claro que los numerosos rumores de conflictos de la pareja eran completamente falsos. Este era un hogar feliz.

Kristen se volvió hacia mí: "Estaba preparando el almuerzo para nosotros, está bien si esperas aquí mientras voy a terminarlo?" Le respondí: "Claro."

Pensé que si alguno de mis colegas  estuviera en mi posición le hubiera pedido intensamente a  Rob  una entrevista exclusiva. Pero de alguna manera no me atreví a ser tan cruel. Él estaba haciendo muecas a su hijo y le rebotandolo en su rodilla. No podía romper la belleza del momento. Así que nos sentamos en silencio durante unos cinco minutos.

Finalmente, quité los ojos lejos de la perfección de padre e hijo. Y miré alrededor. No hay brillantes premios en los estantes de libros ni repisas.  No hay pósters de películas o recuerdos. Ninguna de las ostentosas decoraciones de Hollywood eran evidentes. En cambio, el centro de entretenimiento y la repisa de la chimenea tenía fotos personales. Algunas incluyen a famosos y no famosos, pero ninguna de ellas con la sonrisa estándar  para las fotos de  cámara. Muchas de ellas eran espontáneas o de reuniones alrededor de la mesa para la cena. Y un número abrumador de fotos eran de su hijo. Incluso había una foto enmarcada de la ecografía. Y alrededor de la chimenea había un hermoso mosaico que me recordó el fuego y hielo. Pensé que era probable que fuera trabajo de la madre de Kristen , así que hice una nota mental para añadir a esa pregunta para mi entrevista con Kristen.

Rob se levantó y  puso en una especie de película educativa para su hijo y luego se sentó de nuevo y le dijo a su hijo "Mira es skiddlybop" Rob me miró tímidamente y me dijo: " Kristen leyó sobre estas películas que se suponen que ayudan con el desarrollo del cerebro. Por lo tanto, es lo que más vemos con él en la habitación".Asentí y le dije que había escuchado lo bueno de esa línea de películas en particular para los niños. Él asintió, también. Luego miró el piano en el rincón de la habitación. "Yo toco mucho el piano para él también. A veces, él se sienta conmigo y trato de enseñarle lo que tiene que hacer. Tal vez sea un poco temprano".Él tiró de su cabello. Concordé con él que la música era buena para los niños mientras que en el fondo me decía que esta tenía que ser la mejor conversación que he tenido con alguien en mi vida. Parecía responder a mi ánimo. Y siguió hablando de todo lo que nunca pensé alguna vez llegaría a escuchar.

Miró la ecografia enmarcada y se rió, "¿Sabes cómo Kris me dijo que estaba embarazada?" Negué con la cabeza y pensé: '¡Santo cielo, ¿alguien alguna vez ha sabido eso?' "Ella había estado viendo un montón de episodios de ese programa, Full House. Y supongo que en el programa  una de las chicas le dice a su esposo que está embarazada, haciendo un montón de comida para bebés. No comida para bebés, sino comida llamada bebé. Zanahorias bebés, espinaca bebés, ya sabes lo que quiero decir"?Asentí con la cabeza. Y no podía creer que me estaba diciendo esto. "Entonces, eso es lo que hizo. Habían  zanahorias bebés, espinacas bebés, repollo bebé. Ella incluso tenía bebés de azúcar. Yo fuí un idiota. Ella estaba apuntando a la comida y diciendo: "¿Cómo se llama esto y cómo se llama aquello" y me dijo '¿ves un tema aquí?' Dios, no tengo ni idea de por qué estoy compartiendo esto. Salgo como un idiota en esta historia. De todas formas, pensé que, al parecer íbamos a hacer una dieta ya que ella ya  no podía abrocharse sus pantalones favoritos. Pero yo no iba a decir eso. Porque nunca le dices eso a una dama".Quería abrazarlo cuando dijo dama, pero me di cuenta que abrazarlo sería una gran falta de  profesionalismo. "Entonces ella con gran paciencia  me dijo di los nombres de los alimentos una vez más Rob. Luego yo le respondí "Oh, Dios mío. Estás embarazada ", y ella asintió. Fue increíble. No hay otro sentimiento como ese. El torrente de emociones es abrumador. La felicidad, el miedo, la protección, el amor todos mezclados en un torrente emocional gigante. Dios, Kris tiene razón, soy un tonto" hizo una pausa y sus ojos brillaban un poco. Él le acarició el cabello a su hijo y parpadeó mientras se recobraba de sus emociones.

Escrito por:@suzyqsparkles

Bueno chicas y aquí esta la primera parte de este Fan Fic Futurista!! Díganme que les pareció??? ¿Quién no ha soñado con tener una entrevista como esta? y Robsten siendo padres... no les parece de lo más lindo??...Muy pronto subiremos la segunda parte.. recuerden que son 5 en total y no olviden dejar sus comentarios.. por favor XD !


 Fuente | Traducción+Via: Eclipse Saga



Whats in the future for #Robsten? #RamblingRobsten #Fruitcake
 
A Closet Twihard Gets A Dream Interview
Excerpt from Her Diary
Part 1
November 21st, 2018
 
Kristen Stewart-Pattinson’s house is both exactly what I expected and nothing like what the rest of the world would expect. The house sits at the end of a very long winding wooded drive. From the street passersby would see nothing but dense foliage. They would have no idea that behind those peaceful shrubs is the private sanctuary of the most sought after couple in the world. I wondered as I drove up the drive, should I be worried that crazy fans and paparazzi would emerge from the forest and attack like flesh eating zombies desperate for their piece of the Robsten pie? When I jokingly made this comment later in the day, Kris assured me that “camouflaged among the wooded area was one of the best security systems known to man.” She continued, “Its one of the few things we really splurged on. I just didn’t want anyone being able to disturb us. And with kids, you can never be too careful” She stopped to grimace. “I sound paranoid, don’t I?” I had assured her that she didn’t. And frankly she doesn’t. In the past ten years it has unfortunately been proven that devoted fans and greedy paparazzi will stop at nothing to get to them. I actually thought that it was wonderful that they have been able to get back a modicum of privacy within the walls of their home.
 
Kristen greeted me at the door in her standard uniform of jeans and a t-shirt. She was barefooted and there were two black labs, a beagle, and a two year old at her heels. She smiled and bit her lip. “I’m here for the interview” I tell her. “You’re early.” She said and laughed as her two year old covered his face with Kristen’s pant leg. He clearly inherited his mother’s shyness. She stooped and picked up the child in an effortless fashion that suggested she has repeated the movement a thousand times over. 
 
I was both star struck and intimidated, so I was hesitant to correct her. I was actually not early. The time change was last night, so I was really the one running a few minutes late. Despite my reservations, I pointed out the time change and we laughed. 
 
She led me to the living room and I found myself thanking my lucky stars for time changes. Sitting on the couch was her husband, Robert Pattinson. He was positively mouthwatering in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The couple, unsurprisingly, was dressed very similar. She told him about the time change and they laughed. She sat their son in his lap and the golden haired angel immediately snuggled into his father, giggling out a gleeful “daaadddeee.” 
 
I sat on the couch opposite of Rob and was simply in awe of this rare glimpse into their everyday life. Maybe it was fanciful and romantic of me, but I swear that happiness radiated between the three. It was clear that the numerous and conflicting rumors about the couple were completely false. This was a happy home. 
 
Kristen turned to me, “I was actually making lunch for us, is it okay if you wait here while I finish up?” I responded, “Sure.”
 
I figured if it was any of my colleagues in my position they would have grilled Rob for an exclusive interview. But somehow I couldn’t bring myself to be cutthroat. He was making faces at his son and bouncing him on his knee. I just couldn’t break the beauty of the moment. So we sat in silence for about five minutes.
 
Finally, I ripped my eyes away from the perfection of father and son. And I glanced around the room. No shiny awards graced the bookcases or mantles. No movie posters or memorabilia. None of the standard Hollywood bragging knickknacks were apparent. Instead the entertainment center and fireplace mantle had personal pictures. Some included the famous and the infamous, but none were the canned standard smile for the camera pics. Many were candids or gatherings around dinner tables. And an overwhelming number were of their son. There was even a framed picture of the ultrasound. And surrounding the fireplace was a beautiful mosaic that reminded me of fire and ice. I thought that it was likely Kristen’s mother’s work so I took a mental note to add that question for my interview with Kristen.
 
Rob got up and put in some kind of educational movie for his son and then sat back down telling his little boy “Look its skiddlybop” Rob looked at me sheepishly, “Kristen read about these movies that are supposed to help with brain development. So, its pretty much the only TV we watch with him in the room.” I nodded and volunteered that I’d heard good thing about that particular line of movies for toddlers. He nodded, too. Then he glanced at the piano in the corner of the room. “I play a lot of piano for him too. Sometimes, he sits with me and I try and show him what to do. Maybe it’s a little early.” He tugged at his hair. And I agreed that music was good for kids while privately reflecting that this had to be the best conversation I have ever had with anyone in my life. He seemed to respond to my encouragement. And he kept talking about everything I never expected I would ever get to hear about.
 
He glanced at the framed sonogram and laughed, “You know how Kris told me she was pregnant?” I shook my head and thought, ‘holy crap, does anyone ever get to know that?’ “She had been watching a lot of re-runs of that show, Full House. And I guess on the show one of the girls tells her husband she’s pregnant by making a lot of baby food. Not like baby food like baby named food. Baby carrots, Baby spinach, you know what I mean?” I nodded. And I could not believe he was telling me this. “So, that’s what she did. There was like baby carrots, baby spinach, baby cabbage. She even got sugar babies. I was such an idiot. She was pointing at my food saying ‘what’s this called’ and ‘what’s that called’ and she said ‘do you see a theme here?’ God, I have no idea why I’m sharing this. I come off like a sodding idiot in this story. Anyways, I was thinking that apparently we were going on a diet since she couldn’t button her favorite pair of jeans anymore. But I was not going to say that. Because you never say that to a lady.”  I wanted to hug him when he said lady, but I realized hugging him would be grossly unprofessional. “Then really patiently she was like, say the food names again Rob. When I responded “Oh my god. You’re pregnant” and she nodded. It was so amazing. There is no other feeling like it. The rush of emotions. Its overwhelming. Happiness, fear, protectiveness, love all mixed together in a giant emotional rush. God, Kris is right, I’m such a sap” He paused and his eyes were shimmering just a little bit. He stroked his little boy’s hair and blinked his eyes as he collected himself. 
 
**Author’s Note: I was hesitant to post this. I don’t feel very happy with the writing. But if you like it let me know there are two more parts that I’m still editing. :)** 

Whats in the future for #Robsten? 


A Closet Twihard Gets A Dream Interview
Excerpt from Her Diary

Part 1

November 21st, 2018


Kristen Stewart-Pattinson’s house is both exactly what I expected and nothing like what the rest of the world would expect. The house sits at the end of a very long winding wooded drive. From the street passersby would see nothing but dense foliage. They would have no idea that behind those peaceful shrubs is the private sanctuary of the most sought after couple in the world. I wondered as I drove up the drive, should I be worried that crazy fans and paparazzi would emerge from the forest and attack like flesh eating zombies desperate for their piece of the Robsten pie? When I jokingly made this comment later in the day, Kris assured me that “camouflaged among the wooded area was one of the best security systems known to man.” She continued, “Its one of the few things we really splurged on. I just didn’t want anyone being able to disturb us. And with kids, you can never be too careful” She stopped to grimace. “I sound paranoid, don’t I?” I had assured her that she didn’t. And frankly she doesn’t. In the past ten years it has unfortunately been proven that devoted fans and greedy paparazzi will stop at nothing to get to them. I actually thought that it was wonderful that they have been able to get back a modicum of privacy within the walls of their home.


Kristen greeted me at the door in her standard uniform of jeans and a t-shirt. She was barefooted and there were two black labs, a beagle, and a two year old at her heels. She smiled and bit her lip. “I’m here for the interview” I tell her. “You’re early.” She said and laughed as her two year old covered his face with Kristen’s pant leg. He clearly inherited his mother’s shyness. She stooped and picked up the child in an effortless fashion that suggested she has repeated the movement a thousand times over.


I was both star struck and intimidated, so I was hesitant to correct her. I was actually not early. The time change was last night, so I was really the one running a few minutes late. Despite my reservations, I pointed out the time change and we laughed.


She led me to the living room and I found myself thanking my lucky stars for time changes. Sitting on the couch was her husband, Robert Pattinson. He was positively mouthwatering in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The couple, unsurprisingly, was dressed very similar. She told him about the time change and they laughed. She sat their son in his lap and the golden haired angel immediately snuggled into his father, giggling out a gleeful “daaadddeee.”


I sat on the couch opposite of Rob and was simply in awe of this rare glimpse into their everyday life. Maybe it was fanciful and romantic of me, but I swear that happiness radiated between the three. It was clear that the numerous and conflicting rumors about the couple were completely false. This was a happy home.


Kristen turned to me, “I was actually making lunch for us, is it okay if you wait here while I finish up?” I responded, “Sure.”


I figured if it was any of my colleagues in my position they would have grilled Rob for an exclusive interview. But somehow I couldn’t bring myself to be cutthroat. He was making faces at his son and bouncing him on his knee. I just couldn’t break the beauty of the moment. So we sat in silence for about five minutes.


Finally, I ripped my eyes away from the perfection of father and son. And I glanced around the room. No shiny awards graced the bookcases or mantles. No movie posters or memorabilia. None of the standard Hollywood bragging knickknacks were apparent. Instead the entertainment center and fireplace mantle had personal pictures. Some included the famous and the infamous, but none were the canned standard smile for the camera pics. Many were candids or gatherings around dinner tables. And an overwhelming number were of their son. There was even a framed picture of the ultrasound. And surrounding the fireplace was a beautiful mosaic that reminded me of fire and ice. I thought that it was likely Kristen’s mother’s work so I took a mental note to add that question for my interview with Kristen.


Rob got up and put in some kind of educational movie for his son and then sat back down telling his little boy “Look its skiddlybop” Rob looked at me sheepishly, “Kristen read about these movies that are supposed to help with brain development. So, its pretty much the only TV we watch with him in the room.” I nodded and volunteered that I’d heard good thing about that particular line of movies for toddlers. He nodded, too. Then he glanced at the piano in the corner of the room. “I play a lot of piano for him too. Sometimes, he sits with me and I try and show him what to do. Maybe it’s a little early.” He tugged at his hair. And I agreed that music was good for kids while privately reflecting that this had to be the best conversation I have ever had with anyone in my life. He seemed to respond to my encouragement. And he kept talking about everything I never expected I would ever get to hear about.


He glanced at the framed sonogram and laughed, “You know how Kris told me she was pregnant?” I shook my head and thought, ‘holy crap, does anyone ever get to know that?’ “She had been watching a lot of re-runs of that show, Full House. And I guess on the show one of the girls tells her husband she’s pregnant by making a lot of baby food. Not like baby food like baby named food. Baby carrots, Baby spinach, you know what I mean?” I nodded. And I could not believe he was telling me this. “So, that’s what she did. There was like baby carrots, baby spinach, baby cabbage. She even got sugar babies. I was such an idiot. She was pointing at my food saying ‘what’s this called’ and ‘what’s that called’ and she said ‘do you see a theme here?’ God, I have no idea why I’m sharing this. I come off like a sodding idiot in this story. Anyways, I was thinking that apparently we were going on a diet since she couldn’t button her favorite pair of jeans anymore. But I was not going to say that. Because you never say that to a lady.”  I wanted to hug him when he said lady, but I realized hugging him would be grossly unprofessional. “Then really patiently she was like, say the food names again Rob. When I responded “Oh my god. You’re pregnant” and she nodded. It was so amazing. There is no other feeling like it. The rush of emotions. Its overwhelming. Happiness, fear, protectiveness, love all mixed together in a giant emotional rush. God, Kris is right, I’m such a sap” He paused and his eyes were shimmering just a little bit. He stroked his little boy’s hair and blinked his eyes as he collected himself.

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Sencillamente hermoso!!

Anónimo dijo...

AAAiiiinnnsss ya quisieramos todas que este fic fuera cierto..Pero total soñar no cuesta nada...
Simplemente fabuloso, me encanto Gracias.
Cecy C.