Twilight actor Robert Pattinson is now a dad! Robert and Suki Waterhouse, have welcomed their first baby together after dating for years.
Suki announced her pregnancy in the most sparkling way.
It was during her performance at Mexico’s Corona Capital Festival that Waterhouse let the audience in on her secret. Adorned in a shimmering pink dress and a coat with feathers, she playfully hinted, «I’m extra sparkly today because I thought it might distract you from something else that’s going on.» The reveal of her pregnancy came with a flourish of her coat, unveiling her baby bump to the delighted fans.
The couple was spotted outside with their baby.
At 32, Suki Waterhouse, known for her acting and singing talents, became a mother. She and her 37-year-old partner, Robert Pattinson, enjoyed a leisurely stroll in Los Angeles, with Pattinson guiding a pink baby carriage.
Waterhouse’s relationship with Pattinson has been a constant for over half a decade. Their romance began to blossom in the public eye back in July 2018, and by December, they had decided to take the next step. «They are engaged. They both want to be married. It’s important for them,» confirmed an insider.
Another celeb who recently welcomed a bundle of joy is Gal Gadot, who became a mom for the 4th time. Read the full story here.
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I Allowed a Homeless Woman to Stay in My Garage—One Day I Walked in Unannounced and Was Shocked by What I Saw
I tapped the steering wheel, trying to shake the weight on my chest, when I spotted a disheveled woman digging through a trash can. I slowed down, drawn in by her grim determination.
She looked fragile yet fierce, fighting for survival. Without thinking, I pulled over, rolled down my window, and asked, “Do you need help?”
Her response was sharp but tired: “You offering?”
“I just saw you there,” I admitted, stepping out. “It didn’t seem right.”
“What’s not right is life,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”
“Maybe not,” I replied, then asked if she had a place to stay.
“No,” she said, and I felt compelled to offer my garage as a temporary home. To my surprise, she accepted, albeit reluctantly.
Over the next few days, we shared meals and conversations. Lexi’s sharp wit broke through my loneliness, but I could sense her hidden pain.
One afternoon, I barged into the garage and froze. There, sprawled across the floor, were grotesque paintings of me—chains, blood, a casket. Nausea hit me.
That night, I confronted her. “What are those paintings?”
Her face went pale. “I didn’t mean for you to see them. I was just… angry.”
“So you painted me as a monster?” I demanded.
She nodded, shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I struggled to forgive her. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
The next morning, I helped her pack and drove her to a shelter, giving her some money. Weeks passed, and I felt the loss of our connection.
Then, a package arrived—another painting. This one was serene, capturing a peace I hadn’t known. Inside was a note with Lexi’s name and number.
My heart raced as I called her. “I got your painting… it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know if you’d like it,” she replied.
“You didn’t owe me anything,” I said, reflecting on my own unfairness.
“I’m sorry for what I painted,” she admitted. “You were just… there.”
“I forgave you the moment I saw that painting. Maybe we could start over.”
“I’d like that,” she said, a smile evident in her voice.
We made plans to meet again, and I felt a flicker of hope for what could be.
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