Rosie Huntington-Whiteley shows off her incredible figure in a white bikini as she posts rare family snaps with her fiance Jason Statham and their kids during lavish Positano boat trip
The model, 38, took to Instagram on Friday to give a rare insight into her family life with her fiancé Jason Statham and their kids - son Jack, eight, and daughter Isabella, three.
The family enjoying a luxury day relaxing on a yacht and Rosie looked radiant as she posed up a storm for an array of holiday snaps.
In one jaw-dropping shot, she showed off her incredible figure in a chic white bikini bra and matching trousers.
Rosie also put her washboard abs on display as she relaxed in the crystal clear ocean while she enjoyed some downtime.
She was also every inch the doting mother as she cuddled up to Isabella while she also enjoyed some fun activities in the son with Jack.
Rosie also posted an adorable photograph of actor Jason, 57, sharing a hug with their two children.
He sweetly cuddled them both on a sofa in the lavish vessel before he took Isabella on a jet ski and enjoyed a swim in the ocean himself.
The action star proved himself to be every inch the daredevil as he also jumped head first off the top of the boat, perfecting a dive into the ocean.
The family has been vacationing in the sun-soaked location in the southern coast of Italy for her brother Toby's wedding to his partner Noa.
They were staying at five-star hotel Villa Treville, which boasts stunning views of the Amalfi Coast.
Rooms start at £3,416 per night, which makes it a luxury place suitable for the stars.
The high-profile couple seemed to enjoy some special family time together during the summer holidays.
Rosie and Jason have been together since 2009 and got engaged in January 2016.
The model revealed they had taken their relationship to the next level when she flashed her impressive diamond ring at the Golden Globes that year.
The model, who grew up in Devon, recently revealed why she returned to the UK in 2020 and explained that it was always 'the plan' to raise her children in the UK.
She told The Times: 'We love the schools, the education. They're growing up British with their little British accents, which was important for us, and we have a great support system here.
'Jay's parents live up the road and see the kids most days, my family come to visit every six or eight weeks.'
Rosie said her kids are having a childhood not dissimilar to her own, even spending large amounts of time in Devon where she grew up.
The mum, who only shares the occasional snap of her children online, added: 'In the summer we go down to Devon and our children have the same experiences running around on the farm that I had growing up, and it's very special.'
While the pair have been together since 2010, and despite getting engaged in 2016 and welcoming two children, they don't feel the need to tie the knot just yet.
According to a source close to the couple, they are on the 'same page' when it comes to their relationship.
'Jason might be 20 years older than Rosie but they are on the same page with each other in so many aspects of their lives,' the source told DailyMail.com.
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